Chapter 83
Chapter 83:
I know I didn’t want to remember Ghazi, but somehow being with Dion lit a fire in me. I hated Ghazi. I hated him for leaving me. He said we weren’t breaking up, well the man is a fucking liar. Just like everyone else.
Since Ghazi wasn’t out, we had been secretly seeing each other. It had been going on for a couple of weeks now, and I was okay with the arrangement. He was hot, sexy, and everything I could ever want.
It didn’t take long for him to learn about my living situation, and when he found out, he insisted on moving me to another place. His offer had the undertone of a sugar daddy vibe. I knew that was what Bill and Rhys had pushed me toward; it was why they had told me to attend the Gala dinner the night I met Ghazi. I should’ve expected it from a wealthy businessman. Find the newest release on.net
The rich wanting their boy toy easily accessible, living in their preferred zip code. I shouldn’t have let it offend me by now. I should be used to it. Right?
Although Ghazi seemed nice on the surface, I had known him for less than a month. I understood that he had money to spare—it was probably small change for him to pay for my apartment. But still, I was trying to be independent. Besides, the place was paid for by Daddy Leland, and it was actually much better than where I used to live when I was still working at Zephyr.
I wasn’t going down that road again. My heart had been burned too many times, so I was keeping my place, my job, and my heart. Because I felt that with Ghazi, he could easily make me swoon.
The guy was nice, caring, and always knew what to say to make everything feel better.
He had seen me have a panic attack, and he still wanted me.
That alone made me think twice about him.
“Personally, I think he’s crazy,” Bill said, raising his brows when I told him and Rhys about Ghazi.
This wasn’t the first time we had talked about him.
The two of them had become quite invested in my social life, and both complained that I needed to take more chances.
“Bill, you have to understand that Remy’s been burned too many times,” Rhys said, defending me. “Just like he said, it’s not for you to judge if he doesn’t want to risk his heart, trying to find the one person who might be his prince charming. Not all guys are as awesome as we are p>
Rhys winked, and I rolled my eyes, shaking my head at them. “You two, please… no one will be as awesome as the two of you. I vote you both king and king. You deserve happiness and ‘ever after,’ while us peasants loyally await our doom p>
“Aww, baby, come here,” Rhys said with a grin.
The guys gave great hugs, I must admit, and hours later, when Ghazi arrived, I was feeling much better.
“How’s your day?” he asked as I sat next to him.
The privacy screen between us and the driver was up when he took my hand and kissed my knuckles. It was those small, thoughtful gestures that made me melt a little under his touch. “You look gorgeous, by the way,” he whispered, kissing my cheek as if he couldn’t wait to touch me. I was wearing the tux he had sent earlier. He had gotten us tickets to a ballet show when he found out I had never been to one. We were going to meet his escort there for his cover.
“I had Bill and Rhys over at mine. We talked, laughed, and watched a movie,” I said. I didn’t mention that we talked about him a lot.
The ballet performance wasn’t exactly what I expected. We met Jacqueline there—the woman he had hired to be his date for the night. It wasn’t ideal, and I didn’t know what would happen when she met us, though I certainly didn’t expect to become friends by the time Ghazi left us to order drinks for us.