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I stared back at her, my heart pounding in my chest like a primal drumbeat urging me forward. No longer would I stand idly by while she twisted the truth to suit her whims. No longer would I allow her to manipulate me and those I cared about.
“Maybe it is my word against yours, Dawn,” I said, my voice low and dangerous, “but I’m not backing down this time. I’ll find a way to expose you for the liar that you are.”
Dawn sneered, her eyes cold and calculating. “You’re welcome to try,” she hissed, grabbing her purse from the table it sat on and slinging it over her shoulder.
She turned back to me with a sickly sweet smile plastered on her face. “It was lovely catching up with you, Remi. I won’t keep you. I’m sure you have another exposé to fabricate.” She sauntered toward the door, then paused, glancing at me over her shoulder.
“Oh, and Remington?” Her lips curled into a cruel smile. “Say hello to Greyson for me.”
She left me staring after her with a mix of triumph and trepidation on my face. The battle was far from over, but I finally had a solid lead to expose Dawn’s deceit. Determination surged through my veins like liquid fire. Dawn may have outplayed me before, but she had just given me the ammunition I needed to fight back. The recording in my possession could potentially expose her for who she truly was — a manipulative, scheming opportunist.
The only thing that tempered my triumph was that she’d called me Remington. It was a warning shot. She knew about my past — she was the one who’d left that threatening message years ago, warning me to watch my back. I had to be cautious. Dawn was cornered like a wild animal, and she was sure to lash out unpredictably.
Before exiting the restroom, I made sure to stop the recording, saving it securely on my phone. The next move was mine, and I knew it needed to be calculated and precise. One slip-up could mean the difference between victory and utter defeat.
My lips curled into a victorious smile. I couldn’t help but feel a sense of hope.
I got her.
Chapter 36
Ghost
I paced the living room of my apartment, my hands running through my hair as I tried to quell the anxiety building in my chest. I hadn’t seen Greyson in weeks, but we’d spoken to each other almost every night while I was still on tour. Knowing he was there, to reach out to whenever I needed, made the tour a little less lonely.
The fervor surrounding the article about the band had finally died down, and the paparazzi had mostly moved on to new scandals. Paparazzi had not been camping out at Greyson’s door anymore, but he still wanted to be careful, so he insisted on coming to my apartment. He was adamant about shielding me from his scandals.
I’d told Maggie that I was attracted to Greyson and wondered if I could have a physical relationship with a man after the abuse I’d suffered. In true Maggie fashion, she’d jumped straight into helping me work through my issues.
As much as I was thinking non-stop about Greyson, I was also still fucked up with lingering feelings for Remi. She’d left both Grey and I messages asking to talk to us. I’ve decided that I want to see her again, at least to talk, and I was worried that Greyson wouldn’t understand, but I needed answers from her.
The doorbell rang, shattering my thoughts and causing my stomach to crash to the floor. I answered the door and Greyson stood before me, looking as handsome as ever in black jeans and a tight gray T-shirt with an almost predatory smile on his face.
His body was a testament to his dedication to fitness, and his eyes — dark and filled with a hunger that matched my own — bored into me. My heart raced as an unsettling mix of arousal and fear coursed through me.
“Hey, Ghost,” he greeted, stepping inside and closing the door behind him, his gaze never leaving mine. I could feel the heat emanating from his body as he stood closer.
“Hi,” I managed to choke out, my throat tight with nerves. Greyson’s presence had a way of making me feel exposed, vulnerable, and yet so alive. He raised an eyebrow, sensing my unease.
The tension between us crackled like electricity, making it difficult to think straight.
Greyson closed the distance between us, grabbing my arm and pulling me toward him. His breath was warm on my neck as he whispered, “Stop looking at me like that.”
“Like what?” I asked, feigning innocence.
He gripped my hips and pulled me closer. “Like you want to devour me.”
Our lips crashed together, a clash of teeth and tongues. He kissed me back fiercely, desperately, like a drowning man gasping for air.
His hands were in my hair, gripping tightly, and my hands roamed over the hard planes of his chest and his back, pulling him impossibly closer.
I groaned into his mouth as arousal flooded through me, hot and urgent.
He was just as affected — I could feel his erection straining against his jeans, pressing into my hip. I plunged my tongue into his mouth and he moaned, the sound shooting straight to my cock.
After weeks of denial, we were finally giving in to this madness between us.
And it was so much better than I’d imagined. My body trembled as I felt the overwhelming desire for Greyson surge through me like a tidal wave. I couldn’t resist giving in to my carnal needs any longer.
