CHAPTER 10/2.

The game.

Logan

He looked at Lexie from the black sofa that she was in the place, already tired of so many things that she showed Raquel. I smiled to myself when I saw her little body under my hoodie that made her look adorable, her freshly washed hair falling in waves below her shoulders.

I couldn't help but smile like a fool when I saw how excited she got every time she saw something she liked, how she pressed her beautiful lips together when something didn't like her.

I called her as soon as I finished examining her, eager for her to come over and tell me whether or not she had come in. I bombarded Zac with questions after he left the cafeteria, and when I got her check-out time I was ready to celebrate with her or, in her case, to comfort her.

I was overwhelmed with those thoughts, we barely knew each other but we wanted to be close to her, when I saw her at the door with her sports clothes and stroking my dog I had to suppress the urge to run to hug her and kiss her so much until our mouths get tired. Did she know how beautiful she was?

I had the urge to tell her when she ran towards me with a huge mirror, I could barely hold it, I could see that at any moment she would drop it.

—Logan, do you like it? —I ask with what little air she had.

I laughed.

—Why do I want a mirror?

I saw the disappointment on her face when she looked down at the ground.

—You Like? —She looked at me with a smile and nodded.— We carry it.

—Sure?

I nodded. She bounced like a girl.

—I thought your white walls could use some photos. —She touched her lips. Something in me stirred at that gesture.

—I thought about it, I choose paintings but without a portrait, I have mine.

She looked at me for a moment before running off where she'd come from. I looked at her bare legs under her skirt, they looked so soft that just looking at her pressed my erection against my boxer shorts.

When he was satisfied with the things we bought, we went to the cashier to pay and gave him the address of the truck, took the bag with the paintings, and left the store.

Lexie followed me like a puppy without speaking. We got to my car.

—What happened?

I backed away and we walked out onto the street, her stomach growling.

—Are you hungry?

She nodded looking out the window, I don't know how the atmosphere went from friendly to awkward.

—What do you have in mind?

She touched her hair, concentrating on him.

—I was thinking how long it would take us to attack each other.

I looked at her tightening my grip.

—You know we can get along right?

Deep down, I'd seen a new side of me that had formed after Chloe, but I hadn't seen my worst side yet.

—It's just that I'm facing a lot of things right now ...

—I'm not an ogre Lex, I say Lexie.

She shook her head looking at me.

—You can tell me, Lex.

Turn onto the street that enters the complex parking lot.

—Sure?

—Yes.

—Won't you yell at me if I do?

—Of course not, sorry. —She ... She smiled.

She was starting to love how she smiled at him, even though she preferred that he liked her in her picture.

Lexie.

I got out of the car more cheerful than when I got in, we had sorted things out between us and I was anxious to know what would happen from now on.

Logan was looking at something on his cell phone as we went up in the elevator, if he didn't know him he would think he might be angry, but it was so unpredictable that it might be his usual attitude. Who is he texting with? Rather, whenever she saw Logan, she was talking on the cell phone or looking at me.

Scott ran towards us when we entered, wagging his tail happy to be back.

—You can order a pizza while I put this away. —He pointed to the bag in his hands. I nodded.

He gave me his cell phone. I touched the device with my hands remembering a number from some delivery pizzeria. I dialed the numbers at the speed of light when one appeared in the sea of memories in my head, I ordered two of pepperoni and extra cheese, I did not know Logan's tastes so I hoped that he would like what he had ordered.

The cell phone started vibrating in my hand upon receiving a call. Chloe's name appeared on the screen.

Just Chloe, I tried to remember any mention of Chloe but it was useless given that she was more closed than a virgin in her fourteen years.

Who was Chloe and why were there fourteen missed calls and four messages?

I thought it might be a family member's emergency, so I ran wherever Logan went but bumped into her chest on the way.

—I thought you could be anything but nosy. —He lifts his chin and points to the cell phone in my hands.

—They are calling you, I was only bringing it to answer you. —I finished grabbing his hand and put the phone on too tightly with what I was thinking, did I turn around to go anywhere except where he was meddling Please if he just left him his cell phone.

Whoever this Chloe was, it wasn't my fault she was calling.

After a moment she met me on the kitchen island.

—What did you see?

I narrowed my eyes.

—Right now, right now I wish I hadn't seen anything

—What didi you see aw, I won't repeat it —I say curtly.

I rolled my eyes and promised myself to be calm.

—I didn't see the name, I immediately went to you —I lied.

She seemed to relax and again the atmosphere was pleasant.

—Come with me —she sentenced, taking my hand, intertwining her fingers with mine, and she led me down the hall.

His hand so warm against mine warmed me from head to toe making my cheeks blush, I tried to remove it but to no avail, as he just squeezed it more and somehow I felt good, not that there are many guys who They took me by the hand, but with him, I felt that everything was getting out of control.

He opened the third door and what I saw surprised me, it was a red room ...

A RED ROOM!

I thought I found whips, chains, and a cage in the style of Christian Gray but instead, I only saw a table with papers on it, a cabinet full of cameras of different types and sizes, it was a dark room.

He released my hand to open the drawers under the cabinet and pulled out several photos together as he spread them across the table.

—Pick a few.

He looked at me suspiciously and then pointed his chin at the table.

I approached doubtfully, in it photographs of women and a few men kissing were scattered, in my head, all the alarms went off.

I shot him a dirty look.

—Are you something like a psychopath who takes photos without permission? —I walked away on instinct.

I laugh softly, bringing her lips to my ear.

—Do I look like one? —I walked away again.

I stared at it for a while just to keep my posture, then I smiled and silently denied it.

I turned my head to the photographs and contemplated them in amazement, they were very good, all in black and white, I took the one of a naked girl from the hips up wearing only unbuttoned shorts, she raised her palm, and in it there was fire, no he was posing just looking at his palm, tears ran from his eyes.

—I like this one —she points out.

Her eyes lit up.

—It was the last one I took. —He took it in her hands, contemplating her, sigh.

—Who is she? —I asked. She denied.

—To be honest, I don't know. —He bit her lip and played with her piercing.

I took the photo of two African men kissing, sitting like Indians, it was very good, I passed it to him, then I went to the one of a girl running through a park.

—This is still cool.

She cleared her throat.

—I also take nude photos —she said.

I was about to ask him to show them to me but he went ahead, took a box from the top of the cabinet, inside there were hundreds of photos of different sizes than the volume, and put aside to take the largest ones from the bottom.

He distributed them on the table for me to see and I could not believe what my eyes saw, the photos were incredible, with magnification and without magnification, you could see every detail of skin on their bodies, the photo was of two girls touching each other with paint in their bodies, I went on to the next one and my eyes almost popped out of orbit.

I turned towards him covering my mouth.

—It is not true!

He looked at me amused and then shrugged.

—Sometimes you are surprised by what people want to capture in a photo.

I went through the photo in my head and I couldn't believe this was, I didn't know how to say it. Liberal perhaps? The photo was of a couple in full swing, you know, the desire with which they looked at each other was, it was inexplicable as if with that look they gave way to see their souls, in the photograph it stood out right where their bodies joined.

I got to thinking, how is it that people want to photograph that with a person present? is is ...

—Speechless?

I couldn't help but nod, the bell rang grabbing us to jump to what he looked at me confused.

—Did the pizza arrive so fast? —I could not answer because I took my hand intertwining our fingers again and this time I managed to let go, I received a murderous look from him, I couldn't think with his hands close, I just couldn't.

I pay the delivery man with the boxes in his hand while he sat on the floor, I stared at him even without speaking.

—Don't stand there, come. —He prompted me to follow him to the ground.

Look into the kitchen.

—You have a table ... with chairs. —I pointed my thumb.

He made a face.

—Let's skip the routine. What's wrong with eating on the floor? Is it clean?

I waited for him to recant and when he did not, I had no choice but to accompany him on the ground.

We ate in silence until we finished the pizza, I smiled, it had been good to order two pizzas, he ate it all like a child.

With his mouth full and his cheeks full of food, he looked at me.

—What?

—It's nothing just that you seem to love to eat."

—It's what I do best and pizza is my weakness, but have you ever had potatoes with hot sauce and cheese? —I put his index finger and his thumb on his mouth to kiss them— really a delight.

—I've never tried them.

—Woman, you are missing the best of your life.

We laughed, I felt comfortable next to her just hanging out, it made me forget about all my problems and the morning's discussion had taken a back seat.

—Do you want wine?

I opened my eyes wide, just as his weakness was pizza, mine was wine at night.

—Yes!

She stopped to pick up two glasses, carrying them in the same hand as the wine bottle, poured them halfway, and returned to where she had been before.

—Mmm —I closed my eyes tasting the taste on my tongue, when I opened them I caught Logan looking at me.— What?

I lower my head.

—Do you want to play something?

—It depends —she said.

—I ask you something, you answer, and so on.

I could see in her eyes how she debated whether to play or not until Alfan nodded.

—What's your name?

—Logan Aron Weisser —she paused.— What did Adair tell you today?

His question unnerved me.

—If I wanted to go to a party —I was going to talk but go ahead— Favorite place?

—California, are you going?

—Yeah. —Her questions from him wanted to get to something and mine were just irrelevant.— Liam ... was he okay?"

—I suppose, I see it well.

I rolled my eyes and drank.

—I'm talking about earlier when I was at the other university with you. How was he?

He let out a sigh and looked away at the glass.

—Do you want me to be sincere or to lie to you?

He hated lies.

—I want the truth.

Callo for a second.

—I heard him cry several times, he would say your name in his dreams and he would get drunk. —I closed my eyes regretting what Liam had to go through until now I had not thought about the effect of my absence for someone who saw me every day, every hour, minute, and second— I don't think you would have wanted to see it like this.

—Oh Liam...

A tear fell down my cheek.

—You don't have to be sad, I would give anything to see my parents again for a second, for them to come down from heaven and tell me that everything is fine.

He sounded melancholic avoiding looking at me.

—Logan, everything is fine.

His eyes connected with mine and I saw them watery, like when you're about to cry. He cocked his head in a smile looking at me carefully.

—Whose turn was it?

I blew out air.

—To you.

He nodded, cleared his throat.

—How was the exam?

I was excited because he touched on the subject.

—You don't know the death of guys who looked at me when I entered, then one of them approached me and thought I had been confused —I let out a dry laugh— I judge my technical ability, the bastard, I leave him with his mouth open when I stay on the floor rubbing his nuts ... How do you know he had an exam?

Logan held his breath and froze as he scrutinized her. He coughed and then drank.

—You said it today in the cafeteria.—

—No, it's not like that.

—You said it.

—I did not do it.

—Yes.

I roll my eyes.

—Maybe ... maybe he asked Zac.

I put my hands together making a thud that woke Scott up.

—Since when have you been interested in my life, Logan Weisser —I joked.

—Well, I don't care about your life or what you do.

I studied him to see if he was lying.

—We'll pretend I believe you —he dictated— next question, do you have a girlfriend?"

He longed to ask that question more than to breathe.

—No, what is this Sam guy to you?

My face fell apart and for a moment I despised him for naming something that I insisted on forgetting, then I realized that it was just a random question and it did not come with different intentions.

—Let me reiterate the question, Are you in love with that boy?

What a mistake dear Logan, but rather what were these questions about?

—Liam told you, didn't he? —I sounded tougher than I wanted.

—Come on, I don't think it's something you've been careful to hide. —He looked at me with a smile on his most sensual lips.

Of all the possible Logans this side of him was my favorite.

—Yes.

—But he went with America.

It was just a reminder but my heart gave a pang of pain.

—Yes.

—Your bullying.

I glared at him. Liam would deal with me.

—Liam wasn't short on telling you, did he?

I downplay it.

—And still, you are in love with him?

I nodded.

—It's not something you forget overnight. Logan, he ... I liked him.

—Want it and you can.

I made a face.

—It's not that easy

—You're wrong, it's easier than you think.

I sighed resignedly.

—And what do you suggest I do?

—Live. —Her response to her surprised me— Live your life, Lex, do what your ass stands and be happy, you're still on time. —I made out something in the way she said it.

—You're happy?

I hesitate to answer staring into my eyes, burning with them, I was afraid her answer was no.

—Now I am.

Scott went through my legs laying as close to me for me to caress him, Logan contemplated the moment.

—You would believe me if I told you that it does not occur with anyone except me —he passed a hand over the dog's head and it raised its ears at the touch of him.

I remembered the day we were introduced.

—Sam mentioned something at the party. —Her body stopped from him. — He said you were the heir to the companies. Weisser?

He nodded lowering his head.

—My father's companies, well and now mine — wait for him to say something, but I didn't— want you to say anything?

—Are you something like a CEO?

He closed his eyes and nodded.

—Is this when you ask me how many zeros the inheritance has?

I looked at him confused.

—Why would you ask such an inappropriate question? —She did not answer— what a pain in the neck you carry on your shoulders.

Satisfied river.

—What will I do with you.

—Favorite food?

—Pizza.

Lex already told you.

—Best friend?

—Liam.

—Do you have brothers?!

—An older sister.

—Iced coffee or tea ?! —I asked quickly

—Coffee.

I wrinkled my nose ready to drop the nuclear bomb.

—Who is Chloe ?!

She stood up immediately giving me a murderous look, if looks could kill I would already be three thousand meters underground, Jesus Christ.

—What did you say? —I growl.

I feared for my life in that instant.

—I asked you about Chloe. —I ruffled my hands in Scott's hair.

—You ... —He pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling like a bull.

His cell phone rang again like a few hours ago, I dared to ask.

—It's her?

He glared at me again and at that moment I didn't even want to breathe too hard.

—Game over.

Shit. He had screwed up, he had screwed up but fine.

He had no idea who Chloe was, from Logan's behavior it was clear that this girl was unnameable and a subject that did not make him too happy, I repressed my desire to keep asking until he took me home. On the way we didn't speak to each other, he was too busy with his thoughts, by the time we got there and got out of the car he just nodded in my direction and ran off.

I sighed bringing a hand to my chest, it was beating so much that it hurt. My mobile vibrated in my hand announcing that I had a message:

We need to talk

I'll see you tomorrow in the parking lot of the Uni, please come.

Sam.

My stomach turned over and the urge to vomit arose like a tsunami in my system, I managed to reach the toilet bowl at the same time that I let out all the contents, I longed for this conversation more as I longed not to have it.