Chapter 78
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Half an hour later, after a grand tour of his penthouse apartment, he fed me lunch. It wasn’t just an exquisite meal; it was a sensual and arousing appetizer that made me want to straddle him. In a way, I did.
When it was time for dessert, I couldn’t wait any longer. I climbed onto his lap, and the man gave me that sexy smirk of his. I straddled him and ground against him. Once.
Twice. All while we exchanged heated kisses. Not until he growled, telling me to behave myself and eat my dessert, did I blush. I tried to control myself. I was too excited. I didn’t want to embarrass myself.
Like a kicked puppy, I climbed off his lap and began spooning the crème brûlée.
The soft dessert should have tasted divine, but my feelings were all over the place. I kept replaying how he had scolded me. Out of nowhere, I felt a burning sensation behind my eyes. It was stupid, so fucking stupid, and before I knew it, tears started falling. My breathing became labored, like I’d just run up three flights of stairs.
“Remy? What’s happening? Talk to me,” his voice sounded worried from the other side of the door.
“I… I don’t know. G-give me a m-moment,” I stammered, hoping he could hear me. I didn’t want to repeat the scratchy sound of my voice.
After ten minutes in the bathroom, I washed my face and opened the door. He was waiting on the other side, his face marked with concern. I thought I had ruined everything, but there he was, looking ready to hold me in his arms. It was too tempting, but I managed to restrain myself.
“Did I say something wrong?” he asked, cupping my face and holding my gaze as I shook my head. He pecked my lips gently.
“I… I don’t know why, but your rejection hit me harder than I expected. I’m sorry. It’s so silly, but it’s been the story of my life. I should be used to it by now.” I tried to shrug it off, but he pulled me close, capturing my lips in a sensually bruising kiss at the same time.
I’ve always been needy in another man’s arms, but Ghazi was taking it to a whole new level. My tears began to leak, and I whimpered in his arms, begging him not to let me go.
“Ssh… I got you, baby,” he murmured, his hand clasping the side of my neck as he tilted my head back. He devoured my throat, feasting on it as if he were hungry, making sounds like he was desperate for me—when, in reality, it was me who wanted to melt into his arms. Desperately.
I couldn’t believe that I had stupidly made him feel insecure about himself. Remy was gorgeous, and I didn’t realize that underneath that cool composure, he was both sweet and fragile.
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This was just like Oscar all over again, and I’d be damned if I treated Remy the way I treated Oscar.
Needing to feel him tucked safely under me, I wrapped him in my arms the second we reached my bed. My new bed. My new penthouse apartment. After Oscar, I needed to forget everything that we had, and everything that could be between us. I needed to let him go. I knew that Oscar was doing okay in London, I had eyes on him.
That’s when I finally decided to move on after Oscar. I needed him to be safe. I owed him that.
But right now, Remy was making me remember the one person who got away, all over again.
The sweet, lovely person in my arms burrowed deeper, and his hand curled around my shirt as if he didn’t want to let me go. He was badly shaken, I could see it in his eyes. Someone in his past had made him this way. His demeanor was so fragile, and it made me want to pull out my guns and shoot blindly at every man who had entered his life, making him believe he wasn’t worthy. I wanted to show him otherwise. He needed to know that.
His insecurities might be something I had to deal with in the future.