Page 203 of Remy

Going behind Lorenzo’s back is never a good idea. I’ve been ordered to handle men for far less than getting their dick wet in the wrong place.

Handle aka kill.

Fan-fucking-tastic.

Me

What would you do if it was Layla?

The three dots of impending reply appear, then vanish. Appear then vanish.

Matthew

Nothing and no one could keep me from her. Not in this lifetime or the next.

Matthew

Layla means everything to me. But the problem is what this woman means to you.

I glance to Ollie peacefully sleeping at my side, her hair still braided, her bare shoulders begging to be kissed.

I’d like to think it’s too soon to tell what she means. That there’s no way of knowing how I’ll feel for her in a few days, let alone a few weeks.

But that’s a lie.

I already know.

The problem is the heavy weight that forms in my gut at the thought of what’s to come in the future.

It’s close to eight in the morning when I carefully climb out of bed, trying not to wake Ollie as the sound of clattering pots and pans echo from the kitchen.

I can already smell bacon. I’d be surprised if Carlo can’t, too.

“Are you trying to sneak out before the awkward morning-after conversation?” Ollie mumbles into her pillow.

I grin, enjoying the rasp of her morning voice while I pull on my pants sans underwear. “No. I’m trying to sneak out before your father wakes up and finds me walking from his daughter’s room in last night’s clothes.”

“Smart thinking.” She lazily turns onto her back, hauling the sheet high to cover her nakedness while she unabashedly ogles my ass.

“At least one of us is being smart.” I raise a warning brow. “If you keep staring at me like that the sounds that come from this room will be far worse for Carlo to deal with.”

“I can’t help it.”

“I’m sure you’ve seen your fair share of the male anatomy.”

Her brows furrow in the cutest frown of contemplation. “Does it count if all those males were dead at the time?”

I suppress a laugh. “Have I told you how much I love how morbid you are?”

The tops of her cheeks darken.

It’s a strange comment to inspire shyness but I’ll take it.

“I also love how you blush.” I yank up my zipper before my dick can get any harder. “The drive home is going to be torture.”

“Will it make it more difficult if I tell you I forgot to pack enough panties?” She bats her lashes. “And you kinda destroyed the ones I had on last night. I’m going to have to go without all day.”

I latch onto the button of my pants, my grip painfully tight. “You’re playing with fire, Pyro.”

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