What's Done in the Dark

Chapter 2: Logan

"I can swing by there in the morning before I head here and check out the space," I say to my dad as I walk up to the elevator.

Reaching the elevator I see a black woman standing and waiting. She's wearing a pencil skirt and yellow blouse and has papers tucked under her left arm - looking down at her phone typing rapidly. My eyes roam over her body starting at her legs and making their way up to her curly hair. She has great toned legs that I bet would look good in some heels wrapped around my waist. She hasn't noticed me checking her out, or me standing here.

"I'll call you back later dad. I'm getting on the elevator and my phone may cut off." My dad is still going on about this new job he wants me to check out, but I stopped listening once the woman in front of me caught my eye.

Hearing the elevator ding I hold out my arm in front of the doors. "Ladies first." She finally looks up for the first time from whatever has her attention on her phone - noticing me standing here.

"Thank you," she says with a gorgeous smile that lights up her big chocolate brown eyes.

When I notice her expressive brown eyes, I also notice she has freckles on her beautiful tawny brown skin that are sprinkled perfectly across her nose and under her eyes. She's shorter than what I like maybe 5'3ish, curvy not fat and not skinny either - maybe about 150 lbs or maybe 155. She fascinates me, something that another woman has never done before.

We ride down to the first floor in silence - with her standing in front of me and me eaning on the back wall. Standing back here I trying to find the courage to ask her, her name. Finally getting the courage I open my mouth to speak but is stopped when I hear that familiar ding right before the doors slide open. I sigh and rub my hand over my face at losing my chance to talk to her.

We both are exiting off the elevator when she suddenly stops and looks back with a perfect smile on display. "Have a great day," she says to me.

Caught off guard it takes me a few seconds to get my words together. "You too," I smile back feeling a little giddy at accomplishing those two words.

As I'm walking to the front doors to exit the building. I notice the girl Phillip is always talking to sitting at the receptionist's desk. She's on the phone, but once she sees me she gives me a huge smile and a wave. I wave back before going through the doors.

Once I make it out to my truck I grab the blueprints from the back seat. I hear my phone beep while I'm shutting the door back. Pulling out my phone I look down at it and see a new text message from my ex-girlfriend Amber. Sighing I rub my hand down my neck with annoyance. "I should have changed my number," I murmur to myself. I open the message.

Amber: Morning. I was hoping we can grab lunch today I was wanting to talk with you.

Me: I can't today

Amber: Well do you know when we could meet up.

Me: No

Amber: I really would like to finish our conversation so I will stop by your house later tonight. Ttyl

Blowing out a harsh breath I run my hand over my face - wishing I never read the message or responded. Amber broke up with me a year and a half ago because she said I worked too much. Now she wants to work things out because she and Stephen broke up recently and she feels that we should try again. Chuckling to myself I thought of our last conversation.

Stepping out the shower I hear my doorbell. Who the hell is that? I hate when people drop by without calling first. I take my time towel drying myself off and putting on my boxer briefs, sweats, and tank. Once I'm finished I pick my phone up and check to see if I missed any calls. Nope, no calls or text. I make my way to the door and swing it open glaring at the retreating back. The person stops and looks over their shoulders. "I didn't think you were here," Amber says smiling at me. I stand there dumbfounded. I run my hand over my still wet hair. What the hell is she doing here? "I was in the shower.....uuummm what are you doing here?" I haven't seen her or talked to her since we broke over a year ago. She looks this same since the last time I saw her. Her long brown chestnut hair is pulled up in a ponytail. "Can I come in?" she says ignoring my question. I'm hesitant but I step aside. "Sure". We walk into the family room and she sits down on the couch while I just prop myself up in the doorway.

"So what brings you by?" I ask her again

"Why are you standing over there come sit so we can talk. You would think we were never friends how you're acting." She's still ignoring my question.

Walking over I do as she wishes and sits in the chair across from her. "So why are you here again?" She's being all suspicious by just sitting over there and smiling at me. It's creepy and I want her to hurry up so she can leave. "You still look good." She says with that damn creepy smile still on her plastered face. I really hate been this fucking close to her. "Well you have been on my mind lately and I was thinking back over that awful fight we had. I understand now that I was being unfair. You were just working hard trying to provide for us." What the fuck is she talking about? Does this silly bitch think she can just walk her frail ass in here and give me some half-ass apology and all is forgiven? She broke up with me and got with the Stephen guy all in a day - letting me know that she had to be already seeing him. I just stare at her in disbelief.

Finally finding my words I ask in a very controlled voice, "Why are you saying all of this?" I know from talking with my sister, her and her boyfriend Stephen broke up recently. "Logan we are meant to be. We were always meant to be and I made a mistake.....I think we should get back together. It's what our parents want - it's what our mother wanted." I stand up abruptly. I'm in shock at the gall of her. "I can't do this right now. I have to meet someone and go over the new blueprints." I'm lying of course but I got to get her ass out of here. She nods her head and stands.

Walking to the door she looks back at me and casually says, "Logan we - will be together. Like we were meant to be." She walks out closing the door behind her.

That was two weeks ago.

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Making it back upstairs I see Fred and Phillip pulling up the old floor in the conference room we are enlarging. Phillip looks up at me with raised eyebrows "What's up with you? You look like someone stole your beloved truck."

Fred starts laughing at Phillip's question. Huffing out an exasperated breath I start filling them in about the text message I got from Amber. Fred like always doesn't mince his words when he states. "I really hope you are not thinking of getting back with that fake ass bitch."

Looking over at him I shake my head. "Hell naw. I've been dodging her for the last two weeks. I was hoping that she would have moved on to someone or something or new by now."

"You know how she is," Phillips says "She's like a pitbull once she locks down on something she's not letting it go. And if she wants you back she will not be giving up anytime soon."

Running my hand down my neck I sit the blueprints on the table as I look over them. "What are we doing for lunch...I'm hungry?" I ask them changing the subject.

Phillips answers first, "Kristy was telling me about the food trucks that will be across the street today. We can check them out."

"Sounds like a plan to me." I look over to Fred for his thoughts.

"I have lunch plans already with this chic I meet the other day at the gym." He smirks. "I will be trying to see what's on the menu between her thighs," he says laughing at himself. Fred is a self-proclaimed ladies man.

"What happened to Courtney?" I ask him.

Fred shrugs. "Courtney wants to get married and have kids. I'm not ready for that so we broke up."

Phillip glances over at me and then back at Fred before rolling his eyes. "It's time for us to start trying to settle down - we will be thirty in a few years." Phillip is the more sensible one out of us three, always gave been.

Phillip and I became friends when we both made the basketball team in middle school. He went on to play in college and would have gone pro if he hadn't torn his ACL. We meet Fred in high school when he was trying to get with Phillip's then-girlfriend. Once we found out she was trying to play both of them they both broke up with her and we have been friends ever since.

"Well I have three more years, so I'm just gonna enjoy my time until then," Fred says laughing as we all head to the elevators.