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“Go away,” she deadpanned.
“No. I won’t go away until you hear me out,” I said, my words straining against my throat.
“Go back to New York. You seemed happy with her.”
Her words cut through me like a knife. She had no idea that it was a setup, that the smile and laughter she saw in that photo wasn’t real. It was all for show. She had no idea that when the photo op and bullshit was over, I spent hours talking to that woman about her, telling her how lucky I was to have her.
“Open the door, please.” I pressed my hands against the front doors, praying that she would open them. I could see the braided keychain hanging from the ignition, and I knew that once she opened the doors, that would be the first thing I would grab.
“Remy?” I called out once more.
I slid my fingers between the leather flap on the doors and tried my hardest to separate them. I guess she heard me because she flipped the lever, and the doors opened. She stood at the top step; anger stretched across her face. Puffy moons lay below her coffee brown eyes. I made her cry, and I felt fucking sick about it. I climbed up to meet her at the top, and she placed her hand out, pressing it into my chest, creating a barrier between us. It was heart-shattering.
“I need some space, Jaimie, please.”
I felt my body pressing against her hand, desperately hoping she would give in and remove it.
“Space? For how long—”
“Just tonight, please,” she interrupted.
My eyes roamed to the back of her bus, and I saw her small overnight bag and her blanket sitting on her bed. I could feel my heart beating through my chest.
“Just tonight.” I let out an exasperated sigh and tilted my head to the ceiling. I walked back down the steps and watched as she closed the doors. When I returned to the penthouse, Ian had packed up and stood before sliding his arms through his jacket.
“How’d it go, mate?”
“Bad, she wants some space,” I said as I plopped down on the couch.
“Hey, I did try to tell her that it meant nothing, but she was pretty upset.”
“My fucking mother,” I said as I leaned back.
“Don’t get yourself pissed tonight, mate. She’ll come around.” He knocked his fist on my shoulder and gave me his famous shit-eating grin. It always made me feel better, even in the most unpleasant situations.
* * *
I didn’t get pissed,but I wish I had because I couldn’t get a lick of sleep. My eyes stayed glued to the ceiling. My phone chimed a couple of times. I didn’t even bother to look because I knew none of them were Remy. I moved over until my body lay in the middle of the king-size bed, but I still couldn’t sleep because she wasn’t here with me. I needed her. I needed to hold her, smell her, and press my palms against her growing bump. I tossed and turned until my body finally decided I had to get some rest. It was close to 5 AM when my eyes started to become heavy.
My mind raced as I tried to create an apology in my head, but nothing was coming through. The faint chime of the penthouse elevator bounced off the walls, but I didn’t get up. I was certain Ian had come over to ensure I still had a heartbeat. I ignored the calm light from the hallway when my door was opened and let a string of curse words roll off my tongue.
“You really do curse like a sailor.” A soft voice said.
I turned to find Remy standing on the side of the bed. Her tresses were wild, her eyes still puffy, and her hard nipples poked through her satin nightgown. Staring into her eyes always took my breath away, and I wanted to lay her down on these 60,000-count sheets and fuck her until she couldn’t walk anymore. She sat next to me; her fingers glided through my hair as she massaged my scalp.
“You want to leave me?” I whispered.
“Your mother called me this morning; she woke me up.”
I turned to face her, and a big brown eye softened me like melted butter.
“Did she tell you how she whored me out?” I let my fingers find her soft face and caressed it.
“Mhmm, and she also told me you were planning to leave the business.”
“For you, yes. I’ll do anything for you baby girl.” I lifted, letting my hands cup her face as my lips locked with hers.
I missed her lips, her scent, her smile. Her fingers trailed from my hair to my bare chest, and I knew what she wanted. She removed the straps from her shoulders, letting the gown fall to her waist.
