Page 84 of Knot His Reality

“Of course.” He frowns. “You’re not someone who talks through movies, are you? That drives me crazy.”

I don’t know how to answer that because I don’t watch a lot of movies, but I know I don’t likenotbeing able to talk.

“It’s all good. I just wanted to make sure,” I tell him before turning back to order something else from the tablet.

“Oh, you’re getting more food?” Santiago asks, sounding disappointed, and I frown.

“Uh, yeah. I’m planning to work my way through their menu until I can’t eat another bite. Is that a problem for you?”

He shrugs. “It’s just a little distracting when they come in to deliver the food—that’s all. But don’t let that stop you.”

“I won’t.” Looking down at the tablet, I focus on deciding what to order next.

Now, I’m really confused about why he brought me here. It feels like he’d rather be watching the movies alone.

I like the idea of what he planned, but the way he’s handling it? Not so much.

A date where you don’t expect to speak to the person you’re with outside of a fifteen-minute intermission between movies? Bringing someone to a place that serves food when just a click of a button and he expects me not to order food during the movie?

I’m not sure the movies are worth this, which is probably why I call it after the second movie.

I don’t bother thanking him, leaving him at the front door and hurrying to my suite. Once in my nest, no one can coax me out for the rest of the night.

Here’s to hoping Friday’s date goes a lot better.

Chapter Twenty-one

Alexei

Ican’tbelievewe’realreadyhaving another rose ceremony. It feels like just yesterday we were having the first one.

My brother and I have been here for two weeks, give or take a few days. We’ve been getting to know not just Remington better but also the other suitors.

I finally feel like we can trust them around Camila, something I’m sure she’ll appreciate. While she’s put up with me and Nikolai following her around, I can tell it’s starting to get on her nerves.

I almost wish I could blame it on us trying to get in her pants, but as beautiful as she is, it isn’t like that between the three of us. She feels more like a younger sister to us. Luckily, she feels the same way. Otherwise, things could’ve gotten a little awkward.

Reaching over, I slap Nikolai’s hand away from his bow tie. “Leave it. You are going to make a mess of it. Camila did wonderful job for us. You will not ruin her hard work.”

Rather than respond, Nikolai just growls and bares his teeth.

“Is that supposed to be scary, Nik?” Camila asks with a grin, patting my brother’s chest. “I’ve seen ankle biters scarier than you.”

“Nyet.”He shakes his head. “You should never fear me,solnyshko.I will never hurt you. My brother? He is not so lucky.”

I tilt my head as I watch the two of them. My twin might say he wishes to scare me, but it is not so. There has only been one time he has truly scared me, and his anger was not directed at me. He would never hurt me, just as I would never hurt him.

At least not permanently. We are still brothers. It is how we show our love.

“Enough out of the peanut gallery,” Milo calls over his shoulder with a smirk and a wink at Camila. “It’s showtime.”

And sure enough, the doors to the ballroom are swinging open to reveal Remington and Reginald as they make their way to the stage. Unlike last week’s ceremony, Reginald isn’t escorting the omega—something I did not much care for. As he starts up the stairs, Remy’s eyes rove over the suitors. I’m not sure what he’s looking for, but he must find it because a smile lights up his face.

It’s been hard this week with Remington going on dates with some of the suitors and leaving others behind. The worst days were Monday and Thursday, when he came home and went straight to his room, refusing to join us.

I tried to ask him about how his dates had gone yesterday after he came back from something called putt putt with Riley, Carter, and Taylor. He told me he had a great time with the putt putt, but wouldn’t tell me anything about his previous day’s date with Santiago or the one on Monday with Daniel.

That he would talk to me about the dates on Tuesday and Friday—because I knew how the one on Wednesday went since I was there—is awfully telling. Not only did he end up in his suite alone and away from us, but he wouldn’t talk about them. When I questioned the men themselves about their dates, they said they went just fine.

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