Chapter 303

Logan

Forty-five minutes into looking after Ella, Megan had texted me asking what Ella was doing. Ella had fallen asleep watching a documentary about big cats in the wild. She loves anything to do with animals and science. When I asked her what she wanted to be when she’s older, she told me; a vet. I’m not sure that will if she finds out that it’s not all saving animals.

‘She’s asleep,’

‘Can you do Courtney and me a favour?’ she asks.

‘Sure what's up?’ I ask.

‘We need a couple of pictures together, and the timer isn’t getting it right,’ I frown and get up from the sofa. Max is curled up on his bed with a cat which is something I never thought I’d see. I think this one is called Pepper.

“I don’t know which one is your room,’ I put.

‘The one at the end, Next to Ella’s,’ I probably should have known she’d have the master bedroom. There’s not much difference between many of the rooms. I know there are two master bedrooms, one has a bigger bathroom, and the other has more closet space. Megan’s room is the one with the bigger bathroom.

I knock on her bedroom door. It swings open, and Courtney is standing with a towel wrapped around her. Her black hair is wet, and she’s wearing the same shoes as what Megan was wearing.

“Normally, we’d ask Yasmin, but she’s locked herself in her room,” she tells me and pulls me into Megan’s room.

Megan’s room isn’t what I expected. I’m not really sure what I expected. The walls are soft white, dark wooden floors and a four-poster dark wood bed in the middle over a shaggy light cream rug. She’s added more clothing space by having a set of white drawers. Her bed is full of cushions in varying shades of beige. I notice there are candles all over, and there see some incense burning on her dressing table, along with some animal figures. She seems to like elephants.

“Is she ok?” I ask.

“Yeah, she hooked up with Carl and is beating herself up over it,” she tells me, and I frown. I’m sure she was working last night, and Carl was in meetings with me until late. They must have met up afterwards. Courtney leads me into the bathroom, and I see Megan standing at one of the two sinks, reapplying red lipstick. Her black wig is also wet, and she’s wrapped in a white towel.

The bathroom is the same as her bedroom, completely white with dark brown wood flooring. A large bathtub sits against one wall opposite the sinks, and the walk-in shower is to the left. I notice the camera stand set up outside of the shower with a ring light.

“We need you to take some pictures of us,” Megan says.

“Ok,” I say and watch as she puts on a white and silver detailed mask that comes low over her nose. Courtney is wearing a similar one but with gold detailing.

Megan unravels her towel, revealing a silver bikini; the strings of the top wrap around her body a couple of times before tying at the back. The bottoms are a high leg cut and are almost a thong. Courtney does the same revealing the same bikini in gold.

I can’t help but notice the change in Megan’s body. Her hips are slightly wider, giving her an hourglass shape. She still has definition and muscle tone showing she kept up her fitness. Her breasts sit heavily in the bikini top. I’d wonder if she had them done if they didn’t move so naturally with her body. The bikini bottoms and the heels make her already long legs look even longer, and it turns me on. I also notice her tattoo is covered with makeup.

Courtney’s body is smaller than Megan. She’s thinner but just as tall, making her look even skinnier. Her breasts are petite, there but small. She’s always had a model-like body. She is just as toned as Megan but has a plumper butt.

Megan pulls Courtney with her into the shower and turns it on. I watch as Courtney sorts Megan’s bikini straps out. I catch Megan watching me as I look at the camera. It’s not an actual camera; it’s an iPhone. I guess they use this to take their pictures. Looking at her, I wonder if she thinks about me the way I do her. She’s beautiful, and right now, my thoughts aren’t clean. If Courtney wasn’t here right now, I’d gladly get in this shower with Megan.

“What’s this for?” I ask.

“At the club, we can be booked together,” Courtney tells me. “For a private room, so we do a promo on both of our insta’s for it.”

“We tend to make more money together,” Megan tells me. “Make sure you get our shoes in the picture; we get paid for every post with them in,” she says. I nod and look at the screen. I turn the phone for portrait view and watch as they get into a pose.

They both stand under the spray, facing the camera at a side view. Megan moves her hands around Courtney, one moves up to Courtney’s mouth, and Courtney's hand moves to Megan’s other hand, making her hand move down her body. Her leg bends up, hiding where Megan’s hand is, making it look like she’s moved her hand into her bikini briefs.

“Take a couple,” Megan tells me. I nod and watch in the camera as she goes to bite Courtney’s shoulder, and they both look at the camera. I take a few like she asks. At one point, they face each other, and all I can say is this is hot as hell. They seem to play on the ‘have they slept together or not?’ theme.

“Do you purposefully play on the have they or haven’t they theme?” I ask as Courtney pulls on the strings of Megan’s bikini top. I press the camera button and look up at them.

“What do you mean?” Megan asks.

“Well, when you were dancing with each other for me, it made me wonder if you’d slept with each other, made me see why you’re both a crowd favourite,” They both giggle and look at each other. I take another picture. “What’s funny?”

“Nothing,” Megan says, making Courtney laugh and then grab Megan by her head and kiss her. I shake my head and take a couple of pictures. Courtney pulls away and looks at me.

“Have you?” I ask with a frown.

“I guess that’s something you have to wonder,” Courtney says as Megan turns the water off.

“Shall we order food?” Megan changes the subject and walks out with the iPhone, dismissing the conversation entirely.

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I watch the little girl kick and scream over going to school. Her mother is completely unaware of me. She always is; I’m invisible to her, even when I’m in front of her. Seeing her this close is different for me; usually, I only get to watch her when she’s out. Her routine has been changing a lot recently.

Over the past year, I’ve watched her religiously. I wanted her the moment he told me about her, at first I thought about approaching her, talking to her, but then I saw her with some guy. It was then I knew I wouldn’t be able to have her the way I wanted. I watched her as she went on dates with different men who had no right, who didn’t have permission.

They get up and suddenly leave. She’s angry, and I’ve never seen her angry. The little girl called her a bitch. I would have laughed at the stubbornness, but that would get me noticed. The doors open again, and she walks back in with that vile man. This man is wrong. This is the man I was told wasn’t around anymore, but here he is. He is back in her life. I’d kill him, but I’ve seen the security he has, and it would be a problematic kill. The only thing I can do is watch him also.

I’ll bide my time, and sooner or later, I’ll get my chance at having Megan. After all, I have permission to have her and her daughter.