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Despite my attempts to keep the conversation light, I could sense that there was something weighing on Remi’s mind when her eyes began to sparkle with unshed tears. As far as I could tell, she’d had only three drinks tonight, but I had a hunch that she didn’t have much of a tolerance for alcohol. She grew introspective and seemed sad.
“What’s wrong?” I asked gently.
She hesitated, as if she were grappling with whether to share her thoughts or not. Finally, she sighed and said, “You know, my boyfriend recently broke up with me. We used to share everything with each other all the time. I really miss him.”
“Ah,” I said, nodding in understanding, even as a bolt of jealousy sliced through me. “I do understand, Remi. Breakups are never easy, no matter the circumstances.”
Her voice was barely audible in the quiet space. “He said he loved me, but ... I don’t know. He has feelings for someone else, too.” The vulnerability in her words sent a pang through my chest. I could see how much this confession cost her, and the pain behind those beautiful eyes tore at me.
I reached out and put my hand on her arm, offering comfort. “That must be tough for you.”
“Yeah...” she murmured, her fingers twisting anxiously. “But it’s over, and I need to focus on my assignment. This is supposed to be an interview, isn’t it? Let’s get back to business.”
“Remi,” I said softly, reaching out to touch her arm. “It’s okay to hurt. It’s okay to feel conflicted about it. You don’t have to shut down and bury yourself in work.”
Her eyes met mine, the shimmer of unshed tears betraying her emotional turmoil. As our gazes locked, an undeniable electricity surged between us. The air crackled with tension, a mutual longing we couldn’t deny.
“Ghost,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. And then, without warning, Remi lunged forward and kissed me, her lips crashing against mine with a ferocity that took my breath away.
Caught off guard, I tensed momentarily before surrendering to the kiss, allowing myself to be swept up in the whirlwind of passion that ignited between us. Her hands gripped my shirt, pulling me closer as her tongue danced with mine, her breath hot and urgent against my skin.
My senses were overwhelmed — the taste of her, the scent of her hair, the warmth of her body pressed against mine. My heart raced as I returned her passion, my hands tangling in her hair, pulling her closer.
Her lips felt like wildfire, igniting every nerve in my body as they moved against mine. My hands instinctively found their way to her hips, anchoring myself in the storm that was Remi Sutton. As our mouths explored one another, I could taste the raw vulnerability she’d shown just moments before, now mixed with a fierce desperation that resonated within me. It was unlike any kiss I’d experienced before — a tumultuous blend of desire and anguish, passion and pain.
Her fingers dug into my shoulders, as if she were trying to hold on to something solid amidst the emotional whirlwind we’d created. Our tongues tangled together, exploring and teasing, leaving no doubt that this was more than just a simple kiss — it was a declaration of need, a desperate grasp for understanding and solace in each other’s arms.
My heart raced, pounding in my chest like a drum solo at a rock concert. I could feel the heat and urgency of desire radiating through me, and my muscles tensed with anticipation as my cock throbbed with desperate need. While part of me questioned the suddenness of this intense connection, another part reveled in it, embracing the chaos that Remi brought into my carefully constructed world.
“Ghost,” she moaned between kisses, and I could hear the vulnerability in her voice, the desperate need for something more.
For a moment, we were lost in each other, caught in the whirlwind of desire and anguish that fueled our connection. Our kiss deepened as she thrust against my hard cock. Fuck, I wanted nothing more than to sink into her sweet surrender.
“Wait,” I gasped, gently pulling away from her. “Are you sure about this?”
As quickly as it had begun, the moment shattered. Remi’s eyes flew open, her breath hitching as she suddenly pulled away from me. Her eyes had a wild, haunted look as she stared back at me, reality slowly seeping back in. The spell was broken, and she seemed to shrink away from me, as if horrified by what had just transpired between us.
“Ghost, I — I’m so sorry,” she stammered, her voice barely audible over the sound of my own ragged breathing. Tears welled up in her eyes. “I shouldn’t have done that. I don’t know what came over me.”
Before I could say anything, she turned and fled the tour bus, leaving me standing there, my heart pounding and my mind reeling.
The silence that settled around me was deafening, a stark reminder of the emptiness left in her wake. I stood there, stunned by the turn of events, my chest still heaving as I tried to make sense of what had just happened. The kiss — that wild, incredible, earth-shattering kiss — had proved to me that Remi and I shared something far beyond a casual physical attraction. It was a connection that I’d never felt before.
But how could I pursue this connection when she’d fled so suddenly, leaving me with nothing more than the memory of her taste on my lips and the haunting look in her eyes? My mind raced with questions and doubts, but one thing was certain — Remi and I were meant for something more than just a fleeting moment of passion.
Chapter 11
Remi
I sat on the edge of the couch, nervously flipping through my notes in preparation for my interview with Ghost. I was in his suite at the hotel, and I couldn’t help but feel a little overwhelmed. I’d been avoiding being alone with him ever since that kiss nearly a week ago.
The kiss had left me reeling. It had been so spectacular, shaking me to my core, that I’d become utterly lost in it. At that moment, I had forgotten everything: my professionalism, my assignment, and my commitment to Greyson. Even though Grey and I were on a break, the kiss still burned in my mind like a betrayal to him.
Since then, I’d kept my distance from Ghost because of how my body reacted so wantonly, and that scared me. It made me doubt myself. I’d gotten a taste of something so amazing that I wasn’t sure I could stop myself from indulging in more. I was drawn to Ghost’s alluring presence; he was a constant temptation, and I felt different around him; more alive, more vital, more everything. His presence gave me the same feelings of excitement and adventure I got when I was with Greyson.
Just thinking that in my head made me feel guilty. What did it mean? Was my love for Greyson not real? I’d never felt this way around other men before.
I’d told Grey that you could be attracted to other people, but would never act on it if you were truly in love. He seemed to be struggling with that and I hadn’t been able to understand it. Ironically, I understood it more now. I was acting the opposite of what I’d preached and had admonished Grey for.
