The Son-In-Law’s Revenge

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The sudden gust of wind blew Joanne's hair. It loosened her hair tie, causing her hair to fall across her shoulders in waves. The wind got stronger as she walked towards the edge of the roof. She sipped her glass of wine as she looked down and regarded what looked like the entire city spread out before her. Everything seemed so small from up there. Some of her hair got into her eyes. She patted it back impatiently. Then she slowly fingered the silky strands of her hair as she recalled Logan's fingers in it. 

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Flashback… 

The only warning she had that Logan was about to kiss her was the sudden darkening of his eyes. Suddenly, he fisted his hands into her hair and used it to pull her close to him. Before Joanne could protest, he mashed his lips onto hers and began kissing her. His tongue pushed against her parted lips, demanding entry. She gasped at the unfamiliar, but pleasant sensation, and then his tongue delved into her mouth, entwining with hers. All the while, Logan kept running his fingers through her hair, again and again. Joanne melted in his arms... almost did. Then she called up every scrap of her rapidly deteriorating self-control and pulled away. Logan smirked and Joanne drew back her arm and slapped him across the face. Hard. His cheek turned red immediately. Logan stared at her in disbelief just as she turned on her heel and stormed off. She quelled the urge to run all the way to her room. Once there, she shut and locked the door. A smile crept up her face at the memory of the kiss which her lips were still tingling from.

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The sound of her phone ringing startled Joanne out of her reverie. She nearly dropped the glass of wine. He carefully set it down, pulled out her phone and stared at it. The call was from Armani, her ex. With a sigh, she picked up. "What is it?" she said immediately. Armani's voice was all honeyed up when he said, "Joanne. Joanne. Why so harsh? Is that any way to greet your very... close acquaintance? You didn't even say hi. I-""What do you want?" Joanne repeated. Armani exhaled. "I was kind of hoping that I would sort of ease into the conversation, but since you insist on knowing what exactly what I want..." He paused and Joanne got the feeling that he was choosing his words very carefully. "Well, the thing is that I want to see you privately. There is something very urgent that I want to discuss with you. It's urgent that we talk as soon as possible. I was thinking this very evening."Joanne's brow went up. "Can't whatever it is be discussed over the phone?"Armani sighed regretfully. "I'm afraid not. We have to see face to face.""Fine then." Joanne glanced at her watch, saw that she had lots of time on her hands. "Let it be this evening.""Perfect," exclaimed Armani a little too loudly. He cleared his throat and his tone was mellow when he spoke again. "I think it's best for us to meet at a restaurant. I won't take up most of your time. As soon as I hang up, I'll text you the address. When am I expecting you?""Immediately. I'll be leaving now.""Good. I'll see you then."When Armani hung up, Joanne stared at her phone contemplatively as she wondered what was so urgent that Armani wanted to talk about. There was only one way to find out. She quickly went back into the house, changed her clothes and headed out. She arrived at the restaurant in record time, walked in. She looked around and could not spot Armani immediately."Ms Joanne?" said a voice at her side. Joanne turned to see a smiling waitress who was clearly expecting an answer. "Yes, I am," she said. The waitress nodded. "Please, step right this way, ma'am."Bemused, Joanne followed her to the best table in the restaurant. Armani, dressed in a natty shirt and trousers, rose to meet her. He gave a barely perceptible nod to the waitress who hurried away. "Joanne. It's so good to see you," he enthused. "May I say that you look absolutely stunning tonight.""And may I mention that you look very overdressed for what is supposed to be a brief meeting?"Armani looked down at himself and smiled a little sheepishly. "Or are you going somewhere after now?"He shook his head just as the waitress returned with a bottle of expensive looking wine and set it on the table in front of them. "No, Joanne. I just want meet with you." He gestured to her chair. Joanne eyed the table which was artistically decorated with rose petals and scented candles as slowly lowered herself into the chair."What's this?" she finally said, raising her eyes to meet his. "A dinner date," Armani informed her, grinning unrepentantly. "That's not what you told me over the phone.""I know. But that was the only way I could get you to meet with you.""Why?""What's wrong with having just dinner with an old friend and chatting. Huh? Wine?"Joanne shrugged and he poured wine for her. They drank in silence for a while. Armani leaned a little too close to her, inhaled. "Your perfume's alluring, Joanne... as are you," he murmured. "You're intruding on my space, Armani," she snapped. "Oh come on, relax. It's just two of us here and-" He laid a hand on Joanne's thigh. She jerked back, grabbed her purse. "Armani," she gasped. "Since you plan on pawing me all night, I'm getting the hell out of here."Armani hand around her waist prevented Joanne from leaving. She glared at him and was about to tell him to let go when his mouth claimed hers and refused to let go. Joanne finally pulled away. Her cheeks flushed, she looked around to see if anyone had noticed what had just happened. Her eyes lighted on Logan who had just walked in.