Page 2 of Remy

“Come here,” I tell her as I climb onto the bed and lay down. Neither of us finished, but that isn’t what’s important right now. She is. And fuck all if I know why anymore.

Tianna rests her head on my chest as I run my fingers through her hair to calm her. I feel her tears wet my flesh, and I know it isn’t about what I did either. There’s something else I don’t know.

“You know you can talk to me, right?”

“It’s nothing.”

“It’s something, Tianna. I know it is.”

“It’s really nothing, Remy. I’m fine.” I blow out a breath because I know she isn’t fine, but what can I do? How can I make her talk? Tianna will shut down every chance she gets just to keep her secret.

“Just know I’m here,” I remind her.

“I know you are, and I appreciate that.” There isn’t anything else to say. She has to come to me, but I don’t know if she will, and that’s what hurts. I don’t know if she doesn’t trust me or if she’s just into something deeper than I know.

“Just sleep, Tianna. You’re safe here.” I feel more tears as they wet my skin, but I hold her and let her cry. I let her get out whatever is bothering her without her saying a word.

Chapter 2

Tianna

“Where have you been?” Brad asks as I walk in, seeing him with a cup of coffee in his hand.

“I had some errands to run.”

“You’re lying. And you know how much I hate that, Tianna.”

“I mean it, Brad. I had a few things to do. I also wanted to talk to you. Do you think we should hire a wedding planner?” He looks up from his paper and eyes me up and down. He doesn’t know where I’ve been. He would kill me if he did.

“You have been thinking about this. Do you think we need one?”

“I think it would be helpful. I’ve talked to some of the girls, and they have given me recommendations for a few. I thought I could check them out,” I tell him as I walk to the cabinet and grab a glass. I turn the refrigerator and grab the juice before pouring a full glass.

“If you think we need that, then it’s fine by me. You know I’d do anything you wanted to make this wedding perfect.” I nod my head before finishing off my drink and setting the glass in the sink.

“Then I’ll do that. I’ll talk to them and see which is the best. Did you want to come?” He shakes his head.

“No. I have too much work to do, and I figure that’s more your thing than mine,” he replies, motioning for me to come to him. I walk over slowly, and he pulls me into his arms, pressing his lips to mine. I let him kiss me even though my thoughts wander backto Remy. I know it’s wrong. I love Brad. I truly do, but there’s something that keeps pulling me back to Remy. I know I need to stop it, and I will. I just need him right now.

“Are you ready for bed?” I ask when he finally pulls away.

“You go take your medicine, and I’ll be there in a few minutes.” I nod my head and pull out of his arms, walking toward the stairs. I know he’s watching me, and it makes me smile. I quickly walk up the stairs and into the bathroom where I shower quickly and clean myself up. I pull a t-shirt over my head and brush my teeth before grabbing my sleeping pills and popping them in my mouth.

After I’ve finished, I head into the bedroom and climb into bed, pulling the blankets up and snuggling in.

I lie here for a while waiting for Brad, but it seems my medicine is kicking in. The room sways as I close my eyes, and I hear the bedroom door close. A soft smile tugs across my face when I feel the bed dip. Then he’s there. His hands are on me. He’s touching me.

“Brad?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“I need you,” I tell him, although my words are slurred. These sleeping pills he got for me work really well and usually kick my ass at night.

“I’m right here, baby,” he coos as his hands caress my body. I let him touch me, feel me. I feel warm all over when he slips a finger inside me. I gasp and arch my back as he fucks me gently with his fingers.

The room is dark, always so dark, and the medicine doesn’t help with that either. It distorts my vision, so I can’t even make out his face, but I don’t care. I can feel him, and that’s all I need right now.

“I need more,” I whine, listening to his chuckle. Then another finger is thrust into me, and then another. I ride his hand even as sleep tugs at me. I fight it the best I can because I want to feel him, feel this. He keeps fucking me with his fingers until I can’t take anymore.

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