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A soul as pure as Remedy’s shouldn’t be touched and ruined by a man like me. I would break her. Mentally and physically. And I would feel no remorse.
Before giving back her phone, I decided that my name needed to be on that screen. I created a new contact and put in my number, called my phone to have her number as well, then handed the phone back to her. “Next time JT pulls shit like this, call me.” It was a lazy excuse to get her to talk to me.
She didn’t say anything as she tucked away her phone, then she looked up at me again, letting me see those beautiful eyes.
They were full of confusion, but she was intrigued at the same time. She liked having my attention, and I was starting to like the idea of using that to my advantage.
Sick motherfucker.
I lifted my hand and brushed my knuckles along her jaw, then placed my fingers under her chin to keep her eyes on mine. “You were never here. I will take you home, and when Woodrow comes back tomorrow morning, you won’t speak a word about tonight. Understand?”
She slowly nodded. There was relief on her face. She knew she’d be the one taking shit instead of JT.
“Good.”
I took a step back before I turned this situation into something I would regret. I moved to the door and opened it, then waited for her to walk out into the hall.
I made her walk in front of me, and once we got to the back door, I pushed it open and closed it behind me once we were outside.
“Over there,” I said, nodding toward the parking lot.
I pressed my hand to her lower back to guide her, and once we reached my bike, I handed her my helmet.
She put it on, then waited for me to get on the bike before she climbed on the back.
“Hold tight,” I told her, but she knew exactly what to do. She wrapped her arms around my waist and gripped my cut with both fists.
Her tits were pressed against my back, and I felt the heat from between her legs. Her body was fucking perfect, and if I wanted to ruin my life right this instant, I would fuck her right here on my bike.
I needed to get those fucking thoughts off my mind. I couldn’t let Remedy Sloane ruin me.
Chapter 6
REMEDY
There was nothing else I thought about ever since sitting on the back of Fender’s bike.
It had left my legs shaking, and not for the same reason the ride on the back of JT’s bike had.
It’s been a few days since that evening, and Woodrow hadn’t found out about me being at The Palace. Luckily, Fender was smart enough to delete my message to Woodrow.
I had wondered why he did it because he could’ve just let me run right into the knife and have Woodrow get angry with me for going to the strip club.
He decided to protect me from it, and the more I thought about it, the sillier my theories got. So, I concluded that he didn’t do it to protect me, but rather to set the record straight that whenever he decided to do something, he had the power to.
Like taking my phone and deleting the message, then reading through Jagger’s chat, and finally putting his number into my phone without me requesting or wanting it.
Who was I kidding?
I wanted his number, and deep down, I hoped for a moment when JT would mess with me so I could take Fender up on his offer to call him when I needed his help.
I even thought about getting myself into a situation like that, just to dial his number.
It was stupid and naïve, and I was getting my hopes up that one day, Fender would see me. Actually see me.
He had no interest in me. He simply decided to be kind and get me out of the strip club that night, and ever since then, he went back to ignoring me.
“I don’t like that frown. Is something wrong, sweetie?” Iris asked as she came into the kitchen where I was preparing a bowl of yogurt and fruits for myself.
