A week passes by.

-co-written with SammyColt-

The rain poured heavily, soaking the people who hurried from cover to cover as they tried their best to stay dry. Max leaned her forehead against the large glass window and watched them as they did their best to avoid the heavy downpour. She sat in the windowsill of Logan’s penthouse apartment, safe from the rain and warm.

But the current, comfy position did nothing to lighten her sullen mood. It had been a week since her encounter with Jonas. A week since her had picked her of the street, blackmailed her and had taken advantage of her. She could still feel his dirty touch on her body, his tongue on her breasts, his cock in her pussy, his finger in her asshole… she shuddered at the memory, but to her frustration, she didn’t only feel disgust when she thought of that day, but she could also feel how it made her juices flow…

“Fuck,” she grumbled and closed her eyes, trying to block the memory of how good his cock felt. She hadn’t heard a word of Jonas since, but she knew that it was just a matter of time before he would show up again. After all he had promised her that he’d be back. So she was left with little else to do but wait. Even though she knew it would undoubted mean another disgusting act, a part of her just he would get on with it already.

Logan was in his workroom, sitting in front of his computer and working on some “Eyes Only”-case. It had taken her the whole week to work up the nerve to come here. After her experience with Jonas she had felt too ashamed to face Logan, felt too guilty that she had actually enjoyed being used by a man both of them despised.

The undeniable truth was at the moment Jonas was in control, he held all the cards. The risk of him exposing her was too great, too dangerous to the people she cared most about. She needed to know more about him, find some weakness she could exploit. So she found herself in Logan’s penthouse, hoping that she could maybe gain some snippet or useful information about Jonas or the company he ran.

She had hoped to find Logan happy to see her, after all it had been over two weeks since they had met the last time, but when she had stuck her head into his workroom he hadn’t even looked at her, simply ushering her out while continuing his phone conversation with some informant.

Frustrated she had considered simply leaving. It hurt her that for some unknown reason he was pushing her away. After the recovery of his legs things had looked so hopeful, but now, now she didn't know what to think. What she did know was that she needed his resources and his knowledge about Jonas so she couldn’t afford to overact on Logan’s bad mood. She sure as hell didn’t plan on telling him more than he really needed to know, but she would make up a story on why she needed the info on Cale Industries.

“… Thanks. I’ll get back to you. Peace out!”

Max ears pricked up when she heard Logan finish his conversation. She turned around and looked at her friend through the workroom’s open door as he scribbled down a few notes on a memo pad before he leaned down and scrambled through a drawer.

“Hey, stranger…” she began, putting on a half-smile, acting casual while she was looking for the right words to begin a conversation.

Logan slammed the drawer shut and got up from his chair. He turned around and Max’ heart sank when he barely glanced in her direction, his mind was elsewhere. “Yea?”

Max swallowed. Why did he have to be such an asshole? “We need to talk!” She felt weak, almost begging. She wasn’t used to this. She was genetically engineered to be strong. Now she felt so helpless.

“Sorry,” he said as he walked past her into the master bedroom, “I have to be somewhere soon. Maybe later?”

Following him, she leaned against the door frame and watched as he opened his wardrobe and picked out a coat. “Could you use some back-up?” she offered.

He didn’t look at her, instead he focused on pulling the coat until it sat right. “I'm good, Max,” he said, once he was done. He grabbed his keys from a bowl on top of a small dresser. “As I said, we'll do this some other time, kay?”

He tried to leave the room, but Max showed no sign of moving out of his way, trying to get him to look at her, but he simply pushed his way past. “I really have to get to this meeting, you can stay here until the rain eases if you like…”