Page 20 of Havoc
A few minutes later, Lawrence returned, his shoes on, phone in hand, and Remy stood, approaching him. The smell of his cologne danced around Remy as he again allowed his eyes to roam over him.
Taking his hand, Remy led them out of the apartment, stopping to allow the other man to lock the door. He hadn't realized that the neighbor from before was still in the hallway until they turned to leave. It made Remy wonder if she was returning from taking out her trash or if she’d been waiting out there.
Remy allowed Lawrence to pull him past the woman and into the elevator. Once they were on and the doors were closed, Remy turned to Lawrence.
“You know I'm gay, right?”
Lawrence looked at him with a furrowed brow. “You…what?”
“It means I don't like women,” Remy responded with a playful smirk. “So, you don't have to be jealous.”
Lawrence glared at him momentarily before scoffing. “I was not jealous. I don’t appreciate Miss Lady eye-fucking people that don't belong to her.”
“I wasn't aware I belonged to anybody.”
Lawrence narrowed his eyes at Remy but didn't say anything. He walked out when the elevator doors opened. Remy caught up to him, wrapping his arms around Lawrence’s waist and pulling him back into his chest.
“Relax, baby. I'm joking,” Remy informed him.
It amused Remy that Lawrence had gone from ignoring him to claiming him and getting jealous in twenty-four hours. Because regardless of what he said, he had been jealous.
“It's fine,” Lawrence responded, looking over his shoulder before stepping out of Remy’s arms. “Because I don't belong to anyone either.”
Remy watched Lawrence go momentarily before grabbing his wrist and pulling the other man back to him, chest to chest. He wrapped his arm around Lawrence’s waist, his free hand gripping his chin.
“I will prove you wrong right here in this hallway,” Remy told him.
“Relax, baby. I'm joking,” Lawrence turned his words back at him before smirking. “You really shouldn't dish out things you can't handle.”
Remy leaned down and nipped Lawrence’s lower lip. “Remember that tonight, when I'm making youhandleeverything I dish out.”
Remy released him, and they exited the building with Lawrence's hand in his. He opened the passenger side door for Lawrence, and once Remy was in, they headed to the restaurant.
When they pulled into the parking lot, Remy found a space, and they headed inside. They didn't have to wait long before they were led to their table.
Once they were left alone, Remy found himself staring at the man across from him. It felt almost surreal to him how attracted he was to Lawrence and how attractive Lawrence was in general. Remy would hazard to call the other man pretty and mean it only in the best way.
It wasn't to say that he hadn't been attracted to other men before because that would just be implausible with his sexual orientation. It simply meant that while Lawrence fell into the type of man that Remy liked to pursue, he was definitely in a class of his own.
“Why are you staring at me?”
“Does it make you uncomfortable?” Remy decided to counter instead of answering.
“No, not really. I was just wondering why,” Lawrence responded with a shrug.
“I was thinking about how attractive you are.” Remy watched as a slight blush rose to Lawrence's almond-colored cheeks. “Andpossibly of how I plan on bending you over in front of my mirror again later tonight.”
Remy watched him shift in his seat. The other man's tongue darted out to lick his lower lip before clearing his throat. He knew Lawrence was picturing the last time Remy took him in front of that mirror. The way he'd made Lawrence watch, keep his eyes on them as Remy bottomed out each time. He could almost see the picture manifest in Lawrence’s eyes.
“And what makes you think I'll let you do that tonight?”
Remy leaned back in his chair and shrugged. “Then I won't.” His eyes locked with Lawrence’s. “After dinner, I'll take you back home.”
Lawrence didn’t respond, and Remy saw him bite the inside of his cheek as their server came to the table and took their drink order. Remy wondered if Lawrence realized he was now the one dishing out things he couldn't take.
He could have put him out of his misery, could have told him that he would give him anything he wanted that night. However, he'd already decided that Lawrence would have to ask him for it. If the younger man wanted to play coy with him, then Remy would not be fucking him tonight; because he had no intentions of chasing him. He'd already done that, and he wasn't doing it again.
He needed Lawrence to show him that he was there because he wanted to be, wanted him to be the one pursuing tonight. If he couldn't, Remy had no problem waiting until he could as long as Lawrence wasn't hiding from him or ignoring him.
