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We get back in the car and pull up at Remy’s home, which is, as I suspected, a lot fancier than the building that Megan and I live in, and we head to a bar nearby. One that’s actually pretty much halfway between where I live and Remy does, for our drink.
The bar is a nice one, which is good because we’re all dressed up fancy for the dinner. Remy orders us drinks right away, the sort of drinks I would never pick out myself because it’s the top-shelf stuff. Pricey. But it tastes good, so I can understand why he likes it.
“So, I suppose you have a ton of questions for me,” Remy laughs awkwardly. “I don’t blame you. I did kinda drop you in the deep end tonight, didn’t I?”
“Er, yeah, you kinda did. I wasn’t prepared for any of that. Wow, your mom is…”
“I know.” I don’t need to finish this sentence. He knows what his mother is like. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think she was going to be like that. I thought she’d be happy to have me bring someone home. She keeps going on about wanting me to settle down, to find someone to make me happy…”
“Yeah, I think I might be the problem. I don’t think she likes me.”
He reaches out and holds my hand for a little moment. I wish he’d keep his hand there, because I love the feel of it. I adore the tingles that shudder down my spine.
“She will like you, given half the chance. She’s just protective, that’s all.”
I eye him curiously. “Is that because of Wyatt’s mother?”
I know this might be a sensitive subject, but we do need to dive into it. We do need to make it make sense so I can process being his fake fiancée from here on out. I see Remy wince a little because he doesn’t like it, but thankfully he keeps on talking to me.
“Yeah, I think it might be. Because we both thought that Lisa was it. The one.” He sighs so heavily I don’t know if I can stand it. All I want to do is take away his pain. “So, when she died, it was a massive shock for all of us. I think that’s why she’s so tough.”
I nod wishing I had something to say. I would love to know the right words to make him feel better, but I’m just too stunned to the core to find the right words. I’m useless, hopeless because I don’t have any experience with death, or love. I feel young and out of my depth.
“I get it,” I murmur to him. “That’s why I tried to take everything she said on the chin.”
“Oh, you did amazingly!” Remy gushes. “I was surprised that you did so well with her.”
Eventually, the conversation drifts off to other topics as we shared a couple of drinks. Much as I need to hear all the heavy stuff that’s happened in his life, I’m enjoying the small talk as well. I like listening to all the little things about him, peeling back the layers of this man.
He’s fascinating, he really does intrigue me, he’s awesome…
“Oh my God.” All of a sudden, Remy changes. His whole body language stiffens and his face returns to the stoic man I met in the coffee shop. This instantly gets my back up, because I don’t want to be here with this version of him. I need to get out of here quick. “The paps are here.”
“Paps?” It takes me a couple of moments to work out what he’s saying. “Oh, the paparazzi.”
My heart begins to thunder hard against my rib cage. I can hardly catch my breath because what does this mean? I know we want to go public at some point, but I wasn’t expecting it to be right now. We just dealt with his mother, I’m not ready for this.
“What do we do?” I hiss. “Do we get out of here? Can we sneak out?”
His eyes lock in on mine. “We don’t want to run away from the press, do we? This is for you. You need exposure and attention. I think we should do this now.”
He grabs my hand and lifts me to my feet before I’m ready for it and takes me to the bar window so the press can see us better. His hands cup my cheeks and before I can even catch my breath, he crashes his lips against mine and kisses me. Gently, but passionately as well. Wow, holy shit. I know this might be a fake relationship, but this kiss sure as shit feels real.
The sparks come flooding back, even more desperately than before. I’ve felt them as his hands touch mine, but this takes things to a brand-new level. I’m blown away. I never want this kiss to end; it’s whipped me off my feet completely. I’m weak at the knees, my legs have turned to jelly—no wonder I don’t have any air in my lungs when I’m around Remy.
He pulls away after a couple of moments, but rests his forehead on mine, staring lovingly into my eyes as the photographers continue to snap pictures of us. I can’t really focus on the press right now, I can’t plan out how I’m going to look or anything, because I’m completely lost in this man’s eyes. It’s almost as if the rest of the world has melted away into nothingness.
It’s only Remy and me.
“You’re good,” he whispers reassuringly to me, seemingly assuming that the rapid reaction in my body is all nerves. “Don’t worry. This is going to be amazing. This is the start ofyou.”
The start ofme. I have to admit, I like that a whole lot.
Chapter 6
Remy
Ring,ring…Ring.Ring…Ring, ring…
