Chapter 6:

LOGAN

Logan flattened his palm against the tiles, his eyes closed in concentration as he jerked his cock. It was not Carlos' hot, wet throat, but it would have to do.

Carlos had not let him come, but he had exceeded Logan's expectations with his acting. His words had been so much more...vengeful,there been real anger behind them...and it had made Logan's heart race with desire.

And when he fucked him, he had not held back. Logan had not wanted it to end, and for all the wrong reasons.

His knees buckled and he grunted, stroking his cock faster. He came heavily in his hand, wiped himself and pulled his slacks back up.

When he was back in his office, Logan called Carlos, told him the video had accidentally leaked and that he should stay out of the public eye for a day or two, until they had everything figured out.

He hung up on a hysterical Carlos and turned off his phone.

This time, Logan was going to deliver their little film himself. He had taken a colossal bruise to his ego when Carlisle Rivera had called him laughing, said it was 2019 and he knew all about Photoshop. He also told Logan to take his pictures and shove them right up his ass.

Now, he wanted to make Carlisle swallow his words. He knew it was too soon, but he didn't care. He had done his homework; he knew none of the Riveras knew where Carlos lived.

They had no way of telling him about all this. And if Carlisle came to his office, he was prepared. He didn't need Carlos at the office anymore anyway.

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Carlisle was in a meeting when he got there, but Logan was very patient. He fingered the thumb drive in his pocket and smiled sardonically.

When he was asked for an ID, he told them his name was Carlos, a close relative of Mr. Rivera's, and Carlisle asked for him to be sent up immediately.

"Were you expecting someone else, Mr. Rivera? Enjoy the pictures I sent you yesterday?" Logan asked as Carlisle stepped back from the door, his outstretched hands falling limply at his sides.

"Let me be very clear with you. I don't want to play your games, Cunningham.I always win, and you know it doesn't end well for the loser." Carlisle said with a grin, and Logan clenched his jaw angrily.

He had said his name with so much venom Logan had cringed fearfully.

"I feel sorry for you, Carlisle. I'm not here to play either but while we're on the topic...let's have some...fun, shall we?" Logan said with a laugh, and walked over to Carlisle's computer.

"You might want to get the lights." He said, turning it around, and hitting play.

Carlos' voice filled the room...and his father paled. He looked like he wanted to run, like this was a bad dream...and he wanted--needed to wake up. The video played to the end, and Carlisle remained motionless even after Logan shut off the computer.

"What were you saying yesterday, Mr. Rivera? I should take my pictures and shove them up my ass? Well, your son's cock is already up my ass." He whispered through clenched teeth, anger bubbling deep inside him.

"He chose me, Carlisle. And I'm going to take him away from you for good, just like you took everything from me. I promise you." He said tightly, resentment beneath every word, and walked towards the door.

He turned around to face his nemesis and grinned, replacing  the thumb drive in his pocket.

"It's all business, Mr. Rivera. You win some, and you lose most. I have nothing more to lose, but this is just the beginning for you."

The damage was done, Logan knew. His parting words had hit home...Rivera was scared shitless for his son.

And although it was temporary, he had enjoyed every last second of it...watching Carlisle suffer. Now he knew a fraction of the hurt Logan had gone through. And this was just the beginning.

Now showered and changed, he stepped through Melissa's open doors, kissing her hand politely as she showed him in. He let his eyes linger, and made sure she noticed.

"Most splendid arrangements, m'lady. And may I say...you're absolutely gorgeous yourself." He said, in his thick British accent as she escorted him inside and she laughed, rubbing her thumb over the back of his palm and looking at him through her lashes.

Old enough to be his mother, but as shameless as a hooker.

He was overseeing the construction of her new restaurant, and she had thrown a special party for him, as "a token of gratitude".

She introduced him to everyone and after all the applause, she offered him a drink.

He was in her bed half an hour later, making her feel twenty again and filling the spot her workaholic husband had left in their bed, and in her life.

His cock taught her youth once more, his orgasms fountains of rejuvenation for her.

When he left her two hours later, she was calling her lawyer and on a mind foggy from reckless fucking and adultery, filing for a divorce and coming up with a settlement.

Logan could not believe his luck.

More like charm, he thought to himself with a grin.

It had only taken Melissa Rivera three glasses before she started to pour her heart out to him. Her husband was married to his job, and blamed her for taking their son away.

He never cared anymore, and she could not remember the last time they had had sex.

He had comforted her in the only way he knew how, and it had worked. Maybe she would think it through again when she was sober...he didn't know.

He was only sure of one thing. He had been scared once, before he was someone. But now, he was going to bring this family to their knees one by one, if it was the last thing he did.