Chapter 153
Chapter 153:
“Hi, so, um… Ghazi is still asleep. I’m Remy, his boyfriend.” There, I said it.
That should make him back down a little.
I thought I recognized his voice, though I wasn’t sure from where. His face was battered, and his chest was bruised, but it was his eyes that made me recognize the sad man who wasn’t over his first boyfriend. Damn it…
“Dave? I thought…” I started, and then I realized.
“You’re his Remy?” he asked, and I nodded, my brain still shocked by the fact that I was once intimately acquainted with Ghazi’s ex. Original content can be found at.net
“I’m Oscar Davenport, and… you knew me as Dave.” There it was—his sad smile.
The smile that had made me step toward him months ago and decide that I was going to make him smile.
That night, I made Dave forget about his first, his ex, his Ghazi.
“Oh, fuck,” I muttered.
“Yeah, not sure I can do that, even if I wanted to.” His sad smile stayed, and I put my hand on his healthy arm, asking what he needed after I got him a drink.
“You don’t have to help me. I’m sure p>
“Dave, I mean Oscar. Why don’t we deal with the elephant in the room after you get better, okay?” I sat by his side and picked up a glass of water from the bedside table. “Can you sit up? I can find you a straw if you’d like p>
“I can sit up,” he groaned in pain as I helped him sit and drink half of his water. I noticed several bottles of pills there as well and offered to help him with them, knowing one of them was likely for his pain. “Why are you helping me p>
“Oscar, I’m still a decent human being, and you’re hurt. Why don’t you rest, and I’ll make you some breakfast? Something soft. Okay?” He nodded, and I was about to get up when Ghazi saw me.
“Yeah, morning. So… um, it turns out we kind of know each other. I mean, I didn’t know him as Oscar. He was Dave to me.” I smiled at Oscar before my gaze shifted to Ghazi.
“Huh p>
Łã†€$t ¢♄αρŧёяş 1π [dot]>“Yeah, come on, I’ll explain while I make him some breakfast to go with his meds. Are you okay, Oscar? Do you want Ghazi to stay here while I make us something?” I asked politely, not wanting Ghazi to stay behind, but I couldn’t deny him if Oscar needed him.
“I just need to go to the bathroom, but I think I’ll have my breakfast here if you don’t mind. It’s bad enough that I’m invading your space.” The sad eyes were back again.
“Remy, would you like to make breakfast while I help Oscar? I’ll join you in the kitchen in a couple of minutes.” I nodded quickly and slipped out of the room. I didn’t want Ghazi to show any kind of affection toward me in front of Oscar. Because if I were in Oscar’s shoes, I knew exactly how much it would break my heart.
“So, how about we start from the beginning?” I asked. “I asked Oscar, and he said to ask you. I think he’s still not breathing well. His ribs might be broken; we still have to get him checked out. But the pain medication you helped him with should kick in soon p>
I nodded and continued with my cooking as I explained, “I know Oscar Davenport as Dave. We met many months ago when I was still working as a bartender at the Velvet Den. We… had sex. Dave looked sad and horny, and I was horny and wanted to chase his sadness away.” I dared to look up and saw his amused expression, so I continued. “Afterward, I got him to talk about his ex. I’m guessing he was talking about you. Dave mentioned a bad breakup.” I paused as I added more eggs into the mixing bowl.
The omelet was done, and the pancake looked soft and fluffy. I waited for Ghazi to respond, but he stayed quiet, just watching me. I plated our breakfast and placed one serving on a tray with a glass of orange juice. Ghazi didn’t tear his gaze away from me while I went about my simple task, then I carried the breakfast tray into the guest bedroom.