Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 63139 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63139 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 316(@200wpm)___ 253(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
He grunts. “You can, but I’m not sure it’ll go down well.”
“Maybe you should settle down, then I can just remember her name and be done with it.”
“I’m good,” he looks somewhat horrified. “Women are too much drama.”
“Fuckin’ here here,” Remy agrees.
“Wow, you two are some great support.” I roll my eyes. “I’m going to shower. Rhett, are you staying?”
“Can’t, Gab, I’ve got business. I’ll come by tomorrow, though.”
“Okay,” I sigh, leaning down and giving him a hug. “Call me, yeah?”
“Will do.”
I turn and walk off, hearing their conversation slowly fade as I go to the shower. I get in and stare down at the ankle monitor. Part of me wishes it wasn’t waterproof and would just fucking die the second I get into the water, but alas, technology is far greater than my petty mind. I exhale, close my eyes, and step under the warm shower.
Everything that’s happened fills my mind and repeats on a painful loop, over and over, drowning me.
I clench my eyes shut, and then the tears come. The angry tears, the frustrated tears, the tears of utter betrayal.
My own father.
My. Own. Father.
There is so much I want to say to him and I can’t even do that. I can’t call him, I can’t make contact in any way. I can’t tell him how much his little selfish act has ruined my life. He deserves to rot in prison, but I can’t help but think it’ll be me that does that and not him.
Who am I compared to him?
Nobody.
The shower door opens, and a big, warm body fills the small space. I look up and see Remy, naked, standing in there with me. He looks down at me, and I know I look like a right mess. My face is no doubt looking incredibly unattractive right now. If there’s snot, I’m going to lose it. He takes my chin in his hand and studies me for a minute.
I don’t know what he’s going to say, but I’m certain it’s not going to make me feel better.
He doesn’t say anything.
Instead, he leans down, and he kisses me.
A kiss that takes my breath away.
A kiss, that, for a second, makes everything feel better.
His mouth is warm, and he tastes like beer. His body is hard against mine as he deepens the kiss by pulling me closer. I gasp, struggling to breathe as water streams down over us, but it’s the most incredible feeling in this world. Being with him, feeling the kindness coming from his body as he kisses me, it makes me feel better, even just for a second.
We kiss until my mouth burns and my body aches. Only then does he hoist me up onto his hips, letting my body settle onto his as he presses me against the wall. His cock pushes against my pussy and oh god, I need him. I need him more than I could possibly need anything else in this very second.
“Are you on the pill?” he growls, mouth against mine.
“Yes.”
“Fuckin’ thank god.”
He pushes inside me, one swift movement that fills me, and oh, it feels incredible. Then he fucks me, right there against the shower wall, until my body convulses around his and my fingers make lines in his skin from the firmness of my grip. We both find our incredible release, and it’s exactly what I needed.
He gave me exactly what I needed.
As we dress, his eyes stay on mine, watching me with an intensity that I couldn’t even begin to pick apart. There is kindness in his eyes, compassion and warmth. Something flutters in my chest, and, in that moment, I know, I am developing feelings for Remy. Right now, I don’t need to be adding the pain of being rejected to the pain of getting locked away.
Remy made it clear what he wanted.
I have to switch this off.
“I don’t know about you,” I say, looking away. “But I could eat.”
“Already on it,” he murmurs, pulling a pair of shorts on and walking out of the bathroom, shirtless.
I follow him, an ache in my chest that I wish would just go away, for one damned second.
We eat, we talk, and by the time we’re done, I’m more than ready to sleep. I need to rest, god knows how much of it I’m going to get in the next few weeks.
“Where should I sleep?” I ask him, crossing my arms as a chill takes over my body.
“In my bed.”
I blink. “With you?”
“Well, who else is goin’ to be in my bed?”
“I thought ... I thought this was ... you know, no attachment. That seems like a great way to form an attachment?”
He walks over to me. “You tellin’ me that you don’t already have one?”
I scrunch my face up. “To you? Gosh no, I mean, have you seen your back hair. It’s not nice.”