Page 44 of Something Unforgettable

Izzy

Even if he’s half as hot, that’s still ten times hotter than anyone I’ve ever met. Hello, Daddy!

Eli

I’m 1000% in love with Hunter, and even I might ask for a hall pass for Remy Dalton. Especially now that I know he’s gay. Holy shit. Actually, do you think he’d do a threesome?

Finn tried not to think about that too hard or he’d blush his face off. He knew people did stuff like that all the time, but threesomes were way,wayoutside his comfort zone. Despite the fact that he was friends with Micah, and Micah had two partners. That was different though—somehow.

Micah

You have to get a picture with him, Finny. We need visual proof of hotness.

Finn shook his head. Since Micah met Ev, he’d started calling Finn “Finny” too. It was nice. He couldn’t help smiling at his friend’s antics. He wasn’t going to ask Remy for a picture; that was rude. Besides, Xavier wouldn’t like Finn harassing his client—even if they acted more like friends than client and whatever it was Xavier did. Finn was pretty sure publicist was the correct term. He needed to ask at some point.

He’s having a shitty day, guys. I’m not going to ask for a picture.

Izzy

Aww. Boo. You have to. How could he ever say no to you? It’d be like kicking a puppy.

Finn was about to reply when his phone was plucked from his hands. He twisted around to find Remy, tired-eyed and mussed from sleeping off the rest of his drinking binge in Xavier’s guest room. He froze as Remy skimmed the open text thread, one arched silver eyebrow going up.

“I—I’m sorry,” Finn stammered, mortified, his heart hammering. “They don’t mean anything by it. They’re just joking around.”

Remy glanced at Finn’s red face and flashed a thousand-watt smile. Then, in a graceful move, he planted his hand on the back of the sofa and vaulted over, landing on the cushions next to Finn. Before Finn knew what was happening, Remy had his camera app opened, reversed, and was snapping a photo of their faces, Finn’s wide eyes and his own sexy smirk. Then he hit send. Finn gaped at him and Remy laughed.

“Smile for the camera, pet.”

Finn obeyed automatically and Remy kissed his cheek as he snapped another photo. Finn squeaked and wanted to crawl under the sofa. Oh. My. God. This guy was impossible. Remy stole one more picture, his arm around Finn’s shoulder, their cheeks smooshed together. He stuck his fingers in Finn’s side at the last moment, making him laugh.

The rest of the photos were sent and Remy cackled at the sudden flurry of replies before giving Finn his phone back.

“Tell Eli I’ll need photo evidence in return before I agree to a threesome.” He flopped back and ran a hand through his longish silver hair. “And probably a fucking NDA too.” He sighed. “Fuck. I should have listened to Xavier.”

Finn gave his knee a pat, still a little off balance, but glad his friends at least cheered Remy up for a moment. “Xavier wanted your boyfriend to sign a nondisclosure agreement?”

Remy laughed again, but this time the sound was bitter. “No. Xavier warned me not to date his conniving dickbag of an ex.”

Finn froze, not sure how to process that. Remy and Xavier had dated the same man? The man who outed Remy?

Remy let out a curse, then gripped Finn by the shoulder. “Shit. Sorry, I assumed Xavier told you.”

Finn shook his head. He was okay, just surprised. Of course Xavier had dated people before him. Finn would be ridiculous to believe otherwise.

“Everyone makes mistakes,” he offered. “And you couldn’t have known he would do this.”

Remy scoffed. “I knew his desire for fame was stronger than any desire to be in a relationship with me. But then, I was more interested in a hot piece of ass than I was in getting to know him, so I figured it was only fair. We were using each other, instead of the one-sided shit it was with Xavier. I just didn’t expect him to go this far to get a fucking headline.”

Finn filed that away to ask Xavier about later. It didn’t sound good, but it wasn’t important right now. Remy sounded like he needed a friend and Finn was the only person available.

“Could it have been a misunderstanding?”

Remy scoffed. “Fuck, no. He practically sang my kinks from the rooftops. I’ve seen a transcript of the unedited interview. He did it for attention, and maybe sympathy. None of it makes me sound good.”

Poor Remy. Finn patted his arm. “That sucks so much,” he said, wishing he could do more. “Do you think—” The snarling of his stomach cut him off and Finn slapped a hand to it. Unfortunately, he finally got it wrong and used the arm with the cast on it, resulting in a muffled oof. Finn doubling over as pain shot up his arm. “Owww.”

“Shit,” Remy barked, his hands gripping Finn’s shoulder to support him. “You okay, kid?”

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