The Divorced Heiress Is Entering a New Marriage

I felt my cheeks flush. Oh shit. I immediately turned to head back to the rest area. No way was I going to let him see me looking like this. Nor could I bear looking at a half naked Logan.

As soon as I turned away, I heard my name.

“Hazel?”

I turned, looking down at the ground. “Yes?”

“Would you….um. I could use some help if you don’t mind?” Logan said, looking a little embarrassed himself.

“Of course, sir,” I said.

He walked back into the locker room, and I hesitated. Did he want me to follow him in there? Surely not. But…he kind of implied….

I stood frozen in place, my anxiety rising and my mind racing to make a decision.

“You can come in,” Logan called out from the locker room. “There’s no one else in here.”

I walked in. The steam from his recent shower made my glasses fog up and suddenly I couldn’t see anything. I took my glasses off and set them on top of my head. I was nearsighted, so I could get around okay enough without them, but the steam still made it a little hard to make anything out.

I slowly turned a corner and saw a form I assumed was Logan. I walked towards it and finally made out Logan sitting on a bench. By this time he had slipped on some athletic shorts, but he was still shirtless. He was holding a small tube of something in his hand.

“I’ve got some scratches on my back that I can’t reach. Would you mind putting some of this antibiotic on them?” Logan said.

I slowly stepped closer to him. Once I got close enough to see his back, I realized he’d been more injured than I initially thought. He had several scratch marks, like he’d gotten into a tussle with a cat street gang.

“Do you u

want me to take you to a hospital? Just in case?” I asked, awkwardly standing about a foot away

from him.

“No,” he s

said. “It’s not that bad. And besides…I don’t want the press getting wind of this.”

I hadn’t even considered that. It must be tough living in the public eye like that, where you can’t even take a simple trip to the doctor without getting scrutinized by paparazzi.

He handed me the tube and turned his back towards me. I hesitated again. He was so big on boundaries and keeping his distance from his workers, I was surprised he had called me into the locker room to help him apply ointment. He surely would not have asked Elena to do something like this.

I squirted some of the antibiotic into my hand and caught a glimpse of my pajama bottoms. Oh.

Dylan’s words from earlier in the evening about my attire popped in my head. Maybe that’s why I was the one Logan trusted to be around the most, to do his shopping or stay at the office late. I was safe. No chance he would be tempted by me. His wife would take one look at me and be relieved. No threat here.

I gently patted the ointment onto his wounds. I guess at least that’s working in my favor at work now, I thought. Still, didn’t do much to soothe my bruised ego. I would do anything to be considered beautiful like Elena or even Natalie. To have men always swooning over me. Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

To have someone leave their girlfriend of several years to propose to me instead.

“You must think I’m pathetic,” Logan said suddenly, interrupting my thoughts.

“Wha… Why?” I said. Pathetic was the last word I would use to describe the man in front of me.

“Having your spouse call the police on you is not exactly something to be admired,” he said. “Dylan certainly had a good laugh at my expense. So go ahead, make your jokes now. Get them out of your system before Monday rolls around.”

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