All Chapters of Carter: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

“Are you hungry?” He asked. “I could eat.” Nerves were building inside me once again. Logan drove back to the hotel and pulled into the car park. We were making our way to the penthouse when our hands brushed against each other in the elevator. The air was thick and heavy around us. I hoped he could feel what I was feeling but there was no way to tell. We were a few floors away when he grumbled something to himself. Before I had a chance to think about it, his hands were on me. I was pressed flush against the elevator wall. I gave in to the feeling of him on me. His lips were on mine with fervor. The doors opened into the penthouse, and we stumbled out with our lips still locked. He guided me with his hands backwards until we were making our way towards his bedroom. My clothing was starting to be removed one bit at a time, as we lost control of ourselves within the kiss. By the time we entered his bedroom I was left only in my underwear. My hands fumbled with the hem of his

The next few days I found myself settling into my life the way I felt it should be. I started to see Brax every weekend. We were going on days out together and dates. Life was suddenly simple. I found a new apartment to move into. Brax was there helping me move boxes and settling into a new life and routine. The move was straight forward and within a few days I completely had my own place, once again. I cooked a meal just for the two of us in the new home once all my boxes were empty. We were still taking things slowly under the request from Brax, so he didn’t stay over that night. He came over to my place a couple of nights each week. Wednesday became our ritual movie night. We took turns choosing the movie to watch each week. I always made sure there was a mix of popcorn and sweets ready. It was nice to just spend the night curled up on the sofa in each other's arms and just be together and not be under pressure or obligation to do anything. Life was as simple as it could be

This was not like him at all. If there was a reason for him going off the grid, he would normally prewarn me. To not only go off grid but to then miss my birthday plans which had been arranged for weeks was not like him at all. I decided to put my phone down and try not to worry for a while. I managed to stomach some toast to try and mop up some of the alcohol still in my system. By 10am I was feeling a little better, but the hangover was still strong. I continued to drink water, take painkillers and try to stomach more food. A little at a time was the best way to go. By lunch time there had still not been a response from Brax. I decided to try and call him. The phone rang twice before someone answered. “Hello.” It was a female voice that I did not recognise; I felt my gut twist. “Is Brax there?” “He’s a little busy at the moment,” I heard a snigger under her voice, “Can I take a message.” I heard Brax in the background, “Babe, who is it?” I quickly hung up the phone. Th

Monday came and went with Brax still begging for forgiveness and a shot to redeem himself. I contemplated blocking his number for a while until I had started to come to terms with what had happened, but I decided against it. People at work could see a shift in me; the ones closest asked questions while others glazed over it. After work on Monday instead of driving home, I found myself knocking on Abigail's door. She knew immediately without me saying a word. She wrapped me in her arms. I burst out crying, not being able to contain emotion. I explained everything to her, and she was furious. From the beginning she had always been on team Brax and had routed for us, even she could not believe what he had done. Brax was trying to call me again while I was with her. She took me outside and took the phone out of my hand and put it on the speaker phone. “Leah, please I need to explain.” “Brax, it’s Abigail. I need you to stop calling and stop texting my sister. You have broken her he

On Saturday, I awoke feeling like there had been a shift overnight. I had managed to sleep most of the way through the night. Dreams had not turned into nightmares this time. Rest really did make a difference, enough so that I was up and about with a refreshed sense of purpose. I messaged Abigail and told her about the night before, along with the answers he gave me. She messaged me telling me how proud of me she was. I knew how hard it was going to be, but I had to try. There was no way I was ready to get back into the dating field; I needed to concentrate on me for a while. It was late into the afternoon when there was a knock at my front door. I hoped it wasn’t going to be Brax. I hovered over the handle for a split second before opening the door. My heart dropped, standing in front of me was Logan. I blinked at him several times, believing my eyes were deceiving me. I was overtaken by emotions and found myself wrapping my arms around his neck and holding him tight. He ret