Page 43 of Havoc
“I do like it.”
“But?” Remy questioned.
“They want to stay seven days. Saturday to Saturday, and it’s pricey for the stay, but it is a private island, and the whole island is the resort and its amenities and activities.”
“The four of you solidify the dates you want, and when you get ready to book it, let me know, and I’ll give you one of my cards.”
“I’m not letting you pay for me, Remy.”
Remy smirked at him as he pulled him into his chest. “There are two choices that come along with that statement. One, you just accept that you are going to let me. Two, after dinner, I’ll break your back like a glow stick and fuck you into submission, and then you accept that you’re going to let me. I’m hoping you pick the second one.”
Lawrence bit his tongue, trying to keep from smiling. This was one of those prince treatment pluses because he was sure Remy would pay for whatever he wanted to do when he wanted to do it, but this wasn’t one of those things. However, he did like that second option.
“I’m not letting you,” Lawrence repeated, and Remy leaned down, lips mere millimeters from his.
“Good choice.”
Lawrence freed himself from Remy’s hold and exited the bedroom. “Come on. We’re already running late,” he threw over his shoulder. He was ready to get to dinner so that they could get to after activities.
17
Lawrence tightened his tie and tucked it under his vest, deciding to forgo a jacket. He was going to a charity event with Remy, and after the week of work he had, he was looking forward to it. It was something different from what the week brought; he would take it. Not to mention, if he played his cards right, he might be able to get his boyfriend to help him forget the events of the week afterward in bed.
Since meeting with Mr. Cross, the man had called his office at least twice a day for the past two weeks, asking questions that Lawrence had already answered at their initial meeting or ones he asked when he called earlier in the week.
The irritation of the first week was broken by helping Erin celebrate her opening event and then by spending the weekend binging old horror movies and eating junk food since Remy had been out of town.
Lawrence was looking forward to the charity event—a welcomed distraction from the end of his week. He knew it might not be as fun as he was hyping it up to be, but his boyfriend and his friends would be there.
He looked himself over one last time as a knock came on his front door. He grabbed his wallet and phone from his dresser, placed them in his back pocket, and went to the door. He didn’t bother to look through the peephole because he knew it was Remy.
Pulling the door open, Lawrence was greeted with the delicious sight of his boyfriend in a suit that fit him as if he’d been sewn into it, the black suit smooth against walnut skin. Lawrence was going to have fun undressing him later.
“You look incredible,” Remy stated in lieu of a greeting.
“I was just thinking the same thing about you?”
Remy leaned down and kissed him. “I’m going to enjoy taking it all off of you,” he spoke against his lips.
“Also, what I was thinking,” Lawrence agreed, giving him another peck. “I’m ready if you are.”
Lawrence grabbed his keys, stepped out the door, and locked it behind him. They got onto the elevator, and once in the car on the road, he turned to Remy.
“You said this was a silent auction where the proceeds go to charity, and several businesses donated things to be auctioned.”
“It is. All the proceeds go to a domestic violence prevention charity.”
“Did Cayman Industries donate something?”
Lawrence knew that the company had its hands in some of everything, so the possibilities of what they could donate were endless.
“Yes. I donated a night out on the town with myself.”
“You did what?” Lawrence’s entire body turned to Remy with a raised brow. His boyfriend was quiet for a few seconds. A few seconds longer than Lawrence appreciated. “Remy.”
“I’m joking, baby. It was a joke.”
“A joke that’s going to get you hurt,” Lawrence replied, turning his attention out of the window.
