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“Shit, I’m sorry. I was too rough—” She presses a finger to my lips and shakes her head at me.
“Shhh. My body is yours. However you need it. But, I want to take a shower and eat. I’m starving.”
“Yeah, and we should probably go to the grocery store. I want you and Bianca to stay here at my house when she comes, but I have no food.”
Her smile falters. “Let’s talk about it, later. Okay?” She swings her legs over the side of the bed and is closing the bathroom door before I can respond.
“Okay,” I say to the back of the door as it closes. The water starts running and I sit back against the headboard. That was strange.
I minimize the screen on her computer and open her browser to check my email. Just as the browser opens, a document titled RWilde on her desktop catches my eye.
I close the browser and only hesitate for a second before I open the document.
It’s an essay of some sort, the bold title is underlined, The Legend and The Lie. By Kalilah Greer.
Remington Wilde is an enigma.
He’s made an art of being elusive. Who is the man behind The Legend? To know that, we must know the truth.
This is a journey into the amazing life story that’s bigger than one man… and that proves that all Legends are really just built on lies…
What follows is my life story, laid out in some sort of chronological outline. Written by Kal.
At first I’m confused. And then I replay the last ten days and it call comes clear.
She’s been skittish and anxious. I thought it had to do with her daughter’s upcoming visit. I haven’t had a minute to talk to her because I was dealing with work and my dad. We had only come together when I would collapse in bed with her every night. I assumed she’d been working during the day like me. I hadn’t asked her a single question that wasn’t related to my dad.
The shower stops and I close the document and open the browser. Maybe I’m wrong. She wouldn’t do this without telling me.
My pulse thuds in my ears, and cold dread settles in my gut. I drop my head into my hands. I get dressed, and then sit and wait for the woman who has stolen my heart, who owns its every beat, who my soul has fallen in love with, to come out of the bathroom and tell me that she’s been lying to me the entire time.
The bathroom door opens, floral scented steams filters out and she steps through it like the siren she is. “Hey, baby, I was thinking we could just order something in, I need to talk—”
She stops talking when she sees my expression. Her eyes widen with alarm and she rushes toward me.
“Remi, what’s wrong?” She bends over and cups my face; her worried eyes search mine.
“Are you writing an article about me?” I ask and she recoils, agony rushes into her eyes and a groan escapes her lips.
She drops her hands from my face like it’s a red hot piece of coal. She kneels in front of me and looks up at me.
Her eyes fill with tears. “I was going to tell you, Remi. I swear.”
My stomach drops to my toes.
Shit.
It’s true.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Damn every fucking thing to hell.
This is the woman my heart was made to worship. I love her so damn much.
Somehow though, we keep fucking it up.
