The Divorced Heiress Is Entering a New Marriage

“I don’t know. I don’t get involved in the personal lives of those who work under me. My relationship with her is strictly professional. And I would appreciate if you, my lawyer, would do the same.”

“Woah, hello Mr. CEO. What’s your deal? I just asked a simple question,” Dylan said.

“Oh come on, I’ve known you long enough to see your pattern with women. There are plenty out there to have your one night stands with. Please leave Hazel out of your scumbag warpath.”

Dylan crossed his arms. “Okay, hypocrite much? I recall a time not too long ago when you were called, and this is a direct quote, ‘the epitome of bachelors,” Dylan snapped. “You can’t tell me it hasn’t crossed your mind too. Look at her, she’s smart and funny and beautiful and hard–working. Are you trying to tell me you haven’t even so much as had a single ‘what if? thought?”

“No,” Logan said, a little too quickly. “I’m a married man and she is my subordinate.”

Dylan scoffed. “Yeah, a married man whose wife called the cops on him earlier tonight.”

“Just. please. Anyone else,” Logan said quietly.

“I don’t understand why you care so much, if you don’t want anything to do with her life outside of the office, it shouldn’t matter to you whether or not I decide to pursue her,” Dylan said.”

Logan wasn’t sure either. He never got involved with any of his employee’s dating lives. As long as it didn’t interfere with work, it made no difference to him. Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

So why did he suddenly care so much about Hazel’s?

“It just feels…wrong,” was the best Logan could come up with.

Dylan scoffed. “You’re boring, you know.”

“I know.” Logan started back towards Hazel’s car. “Oh, one more thing,” Logan said, pausing to say the next part. “I’ve decided I want to divorce my wife.”

“Woah,” Dylan said, the Hazel fight quickly forgotten. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” Logan shook his head. “I’ve tried to make it work. She’s not interested.”

“I’m sorry man,” Dylan said. “Of course, I’ll help with whatever you need.”

“The biggest thing is I want my ring back. It’s my mom’s heirloom diamond.”

“You got it, we’ll get it back.”

I watched Logan and Dylan finish up their conversation I wished I could read lips, but no such luck. It had looked pretty heated, at least at first, which was surprising because they hadn’t been combative before we got out of Dylan’s car.

Dylan patted Logan on the back and went back to his car. Logan stepped into my passenger seat. Without a word, I drove him back to the office.

We parted ways at the top of the stairs, me to the employee rest area and him towards the locker rooms.

He was never the chattiest of fellas, but this silence felt different. I guess he had had quite an eventful night, with the police getting called on him and all.

I had almost forgotten that had even happened, it felt like ages ago, when really it was just a few hours.

I put my purse down on the bed I’d claimed and kicked my flats off. I peeled off my dress pants and blouse and pulled on flannel pajama bottoms and a t–shirt that I had found in my car after I’d left my parents‘ house for the last time earlier that week.

I dug through my purse for my phone charger, I moved aside all the contents until I got to the bottom of the bag.

Maybe I left it at my desk? I thought.

I peeked my head out of the rest area. I didn’t really want Logan to see me in these ratty old, wrinkled clothes. The hallway was clear. I stepped out and started making my way towards my desk.

I started to walk past the locker rooms. Steam was coming out, and a moment later, so was Logan.

It looked like he had just stepped out of the shower. His hair was dripping wet and he had a towel wrapped around his waist.