The Son-In-Law’s Revenge

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It tooks guts …

Joanne slipped into her clothes. She felt that she had stalled the confrontation with Logan long enough. She had to talk to him, and it might as well be now. She took a deep breath and headed to his room. It was after she pushed open the door to Logan's room that her brain registered the muted sounds that were coming from within.

Joanne blinked rapidly as her gaze zeroed in on Logan's king sized bed.

At first, she couldn't make sense of what she was seeing. In actual fact, her brain didn't want to make sense of what her eyes had registered.

She felt her heart contract painfully.

Logan was in bed with a tall, platinum blonde. Whatever scraps of clothing she had been putting on lay strewn about the floor.

The woman was practically naked and Logan's face was buried in the hollow between her breasts. She uttered soft, mewling sounds of pleasure as her hands traveled up and down Logan's back. Both of them were a tangle of arms and legs. It was hard to know where Logan's limbs ended, or where the woman's began.

Joanne's fingers tightened painfully on the doorknob. She must have made some sound because Logan and the blonde froze immediately.

Their gazes swiveled to the door at the same time. The blonde flushed bright pink as soon as she caught sight of Joanne. She immediately scooted away from Logan.

Logan, buck naked, and with a smear of bright red lipstick on one corner of his mouth, stared right at Joanne, unashamed. He ran his fingers through his tousled hair and gave her a questioning look. Joanne flushed with shame.

"I'm sorry," she said. "I'm so sorry. I should have er- knocked."

The blonde hung her head. Logan said nothing. With another apologetic look, Joanne stepped back. Her foot caught in something, and she felt her cheeks heat up when she realized it was the blonde's panties. She shook it off, stepped back and quickly shut the door.

Joanne heard a sudden flurry of movement from behind the closed door. She was so pissed, so hurt, and mad, but she struggled to get a grip on her emotions. Logan was with another woman, and he seemed completely unapologetic about it!

Joanne went to stand a little way down the corridor. She quickly straightened when she heard the creak of the door opening.

Then she heard the clip-clop of heels as the blonde hurried out. She stopped short when she spotted Joanne. Then she seemed to muster her courage and walked on. As she got closer, Joanne could see that she had hastily gotten dressed. The folds in the skimpy length gown she wore had not been straightened.

"Sorry about... that," the blonde said to Joanne in a girly, breathless voice, with a glance at Logan's door.

Joanne could only manage a strained smile. She didn't trust herself to speak. If she opened her mouth, she would probably just scream at the blonde to get the hell out. The woman must have seen something in Joanne's face, because she passed close to the wall, as far away from Joanne as she could get.

Once clear, she rapidly walked down the corridor. A moment later, Joanne heard the front door slam.

Logan still had not made an appearance. Joanne walked up to his door, exhaled and knocked. There was no answer from within, but when she knocked again, again, she felt sure that he had heard her.

"Hey," she said quietly as she walked in and slowly closed the door behind her.

Logan, dressed now, was seated on an armchair, scrolling through his phone. He looked up, glanced at Joanne without interest. Then he fixed his attention once more on his phone.

"Can I help you?" he murmured.

"Er- yes," said Joanne. "I actually came here to talk to you..."

Joanne trailed off as her gaze swept the room. She felt that this was a conversation where she had to sit and feel relaxed, so she and Logan could have a heart to heart. Her gaze lighted on the bed, still rumpled from Logan's amorous exertions.

She certainly wouldn't be caught dead sitting on that! Logan was occupying the only other chair in the room, so she stood, thinking of how and where to begin.

"I came to talk to you about what happened earlier," Joanne continued.

She waited, expecting him to say something, but he just went on with whatever he was doing with his phone.

After a few moments of awkward silence, Joanne went on. "What happened was a... mistake and I'm so sorry. I didn't kiss Armani. He kissed me and I swear that it took me entirely by surprise. I'm really sorry that you had to see that." She paused.

"I didn't even know he had planned a dinner date. He just called me and told me that he wanted to talk about something important. I just want to let you know that the kiss meant absolutely nothing to me, Logan."

He still said nothing. Joanne might have been a bug on the wall for all the attention he paid her.

"So... that's what I wanted to say," Joanne finished.

After standing there for another couple of minutes and getting no reaction whatsoever from Logan, Joanne left and went on to her room. She shut and locked the door behind her. She angrily swept the sheets and pillows off the bed and onto the floor and sank down on it.

The thought of Logan using those same lips he had used to kiss her on another woman made her want to break something. At least, she had apologized for kissing Armani.

The cold hearted jerk had just sat there, listening to her apologize and had said absolutely nothing.

Joanne scrambled to feet when a knock sounded on her door.

Thinking it was somehow Logan, she hurried to the door. She opened it and was surprised to see that it was her new P.A.

His lips were bruised and swollen to almost twice its normal size.

"What is wrong?" She questioned.

He had one name on his lips. "Logan."