Chapter 88
Chapter 88:
“Look, I don’t want you near my kid,” he spat.
His new kid. His new family. And here I was, someone who had spent more than half of my life under his roof, now nothing to him. My eyes welled up with tears, but I refused to let him see just how much his words had cut me.
“I live one block away. I’ve been coming to that coffee shop enough times that I’ve never seen you there. So… next time, find another coffee shop,” I managed to say, though my voice wavered, and my tears threatened to fall.
“I’ve never asked anything from you since you left, since Mom left. I never asked to be born. Never asked to be adopted by you. You could at least try not to accuse me of anything. You don’t know what I’ve been through all these years.” I could see his eyes soften, but damn it, I didn’t want him to feel sorry for me. I turned away and walked off. I heard him call my name, but I didn’t look back. He was my past, and that’s where he would stay.
My hands were shaking badly as I tried to open my door. It took three tries before I finally managed to get the key in the lock and enter my apartment. As soon as the door closed behind me, my tears fell. I slid down to the floor, my knees bending as my back hit the door. I finally let myself sob, alone in the privacy of my home.
I tried to pull myself together. Seeing my dad with his new family shouldn’t bother me. It had been years. I should have gotten used to it by now. Everyone left—every single one of them. Soon, Ghazi would too.
Then Bill and Rhys. Maybe I should be the one to leave first. What the hell am I doing with them anyway?
When Ghazi finally arrived, I was completely drunk, curled up on the couch with a cheap bottle of vodka on the coffee table. My eyes were still red from crying too much, and my excitement about the trip had completely vanished. All I wanted was to hide under the covers and be alone because that seemed to be the story of my life.
“Remy, what happened?” Ghazi asked gently as he sat down beside me on the couch.
“I’m sorry, but I don’t think I’ll be good company for your trip. Maybe you should take someone else p>
He looked at me with a worried expression, his hand resting on my shoulder as he rubbed my back, then tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear. “Have you packed your bags p>
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I nodded but kept my eyes shut.
The darkness felt comforting. His hand on my arm was soothing.
“Then we’ll go. You can leave whatever’s bothering you behind, or we can talk about it later. But I’m not leaving you alone p>
“Why? Don’t you get it? I’ll be alone eventually. No one wants me—not since the day I was born.” I hadn’t meant to say it, but the words slipped out anyway.
“Oh, my beautiful Remy,” he said softly. “I want you, baby. I’ll take however long you need to stay with me.” He pulled me close, wrapping me in his arms.
The alcohol sloshed inside me, and my head was buzzing, but I smiled in his embrace.
I could say anything he wanted. At the end of the day, I knew my score—Remy zero, Universe always wins.
Half an hour later, I managed to stand up and put on my jacket. I slipped on my shoes and followed Ghazi to his car. He didn’t say much, giving me space, which I appreciated since my mind was a jumbled mess. I still didn’t understand why he was taking me with him. Maybe he was like Jed—maybe he was going to share me once we got to wherever he was taking me. From my experience, rich people were a different breed of kinky that I never understood. Maybe it was because I wasn’t one of them.
In the chaos of my thoughts, I eventually fell asleep, only waking up when we arrived at a private airstrip near Reims. I wasn’t sure where that was until Ghazi explained, “…about an hour and a half from Paris by car p>
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