Chapter 147
Chapter 147:
“Well, finally. Look who’s awake,” a voice called out.
I didn’t remember how or when, but I couldn’t open my left eye. My left temple and cheek throbbed with pain. I squinted, trying to recognize the person, but I couldn’t. Not until he introduced himself as one of Ghazi’s uncles. Thɪs chapter is updated by.net
“I hope you don’t mind me documenting our little meet,” he added.
“You mean how you dragged me from my home and stuck a needle in my neck? Why the hell did you punch my face?” I spat at him, only for one of his muscle men to punch me in the stomach.
“Fuck,” I gasped, the pain making me retch, and I spat out blood.
“I want you to call Ghazi and tell him to stop making his move.” The man held out his phone, ready to dial Ghazi, but I grinned at him.
I laughed at his demand. “Listen, Mr. Uncle, the man doesn’t love me anymore. We’re done. You can kill me, and I won’t be missed. Hell, I won’t even miss myself. Maybe this is a good thing. I’m too fucking tired anyway p>
Another blow landed on my jaw, my ear ringing and my head throbbing. My feet finally gave way beneath me, and I let out a pathetic cry as the friction of the cuffs cut into my wrists, the blood trickling down my arms.
Okay, maybe I’ll bleed to death.
“He still cares, don’t fucking lie to me. He’s got Zal and a few of his men watching your place p>
“Yep, probably because he feels guilty. Look, why don’t you just kill me now and get this over with? I… oh fuck, why would you do that?” I choked as the muscle guy punched me in the stomach. Again.
“Just. Fucking. Kill. Me. He doesn’t love me… Just do it p>
I didn’t know what else I said before everything went black.
“Ghazi, I told you we’d have to wait. I’m trying out this new recipe p>
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“Ugh… I’m really not happy about this newfound hobby of yours.” I grunted, but not before slipping my hands around his waist and pulling him back for a kiss.
“Your lovely French cook gave me her mother’s recipe for chocolate cake.” He murmured as he carefully removed the cake from the oven and set it aside to cool.
“Looks like brownies to me,” I shrugged, only to be elbowed by him as he dramatically gasped and told me to take back my words. I just laughed at him.
That…
That was what I loved about him, everything was so easy with him. “Ghazi! Get your naughty fingers out of my cake. It needs to cool before slicing, I want to top it with the vanilla ice cream p>
“OK, you lost me with my naughty fingers and your cake,” I commented coyly, waggling my eyebrows. Remy laughed and slapped my arm playfully.
“Come on, let’s get you out of the kitchen.” He took my hand and pulled me towards the bedroom. “We’ll let the cake cool, then I’ll feed you the chocolate treat to show how much I appreciate how hard you push me into bed p>
“Huh? But we didn’t even make it to bed last night.” My mind was rarely sharp when Remy was busy undressing and then kissing my naked skin with every piece of clothing he managed to toss to join his pile of clothes on the bedroom floor.
Remy chuckled before pulling me down with him as soon as his naked back touched the bed. “Now, Ghazi, you’re going to hit me. How do you want me? On my hands and knees or like this?” He winked, his eyes twinkling with mischief as his fingers wrapped around our cock and began to move up and down, making my breath catch in my throat.