Page 86 of Love Undiscovered
Chapter 23
Chance
I watch as Remi weaves her way through the crowd toward the back of the bar, and away from me.
What in the actual fuck is happening?
Helen, my ex, puts her hand on my arm from behind me and leans up against my back to whisper in my ear. “That’s too bad, she was cute.”
I turn around to face her. “Fuck you, Helen.”
“Is that any way to talk to your wife?” Helen asks.
“Wife? Are you fucking crazy?” My stomach tightens, I feel nauseous. “Ha. I can’t believe I almost forgot. You are fucking crazy. I could have you arrested just for being here.”
“You wouldn’t arrest me,” Helen says. “We were practically married.”
“We were never practically married. You were barely even a fiancée. A manipulative nut-job of a fiancée at that.”
“I made a mistake,” Helen says.
“It wasn’t a mistake, Helen. It was multiple mistakes. Over months of time. And I’m not even counting your psychotic behavior afterward. You were... You know what, I don't fucking care.” I turn to walk away. Turning back again once it hits me. “Oh my God, that’s why Remi’s pissed. Did you tell her that we were married?” I ask.
“I might have mentioned I was your wife.” She steps into me and runs her hand down my chest.
I can’t believe this is happening.
Helen moves her hand farther down and tries to cup my cock.
I knock her hand away and then raise mine to her.
“You—”
“Baby—”
“Don’t even, Helen, just don’t.”
I can’t believe how pissed she makes me.
I want to fucking throttle her.
It’s the closest I’ve ever come to hitting a woman. I’m so pissed off I don’t even know what to say to her.
“What the... you're... FUCK.” I can’t even formulate a sentence.
I turn to leave before I do something I’ll regret.
I need to find Remi. She’s the only thing that matters right now.
I don’t see her anywhere around the stage, and the guys are still going strong, so I can’t ask them. I check with the guard at the hall, he confirms that she went back about five minutes ago. I check every room back there and don’t find her anywhere. I don’t find her in the parking lot either. I try calling her again as I walk back toward the main floor of the bar.
Which is when I hear her phone ringing behind a closed door. I stop to listen, and hear her crying and saying, ‘fuck you, phone.’
“Remi?” I knock on the door as I say her name.
“Go away.”
“Can I come in?”
