Page 66 of Havoc
Lawrence snorted. “You can be overdramatic at times. Because I can pay for myself and don’t mind doing so, it doesn’t mean I want to break up with you.”
“It kind of does, baby. Especially when we’ve established, more times than I would have liked, that you being mine means I get to spoil you the way I want to. If I don’t get to do that, then it must mean you want to be single.”
Remy was fucking with him. They both knew he was, but he couldn’t help how adorably annoyed Lawrence got when he reminded him that he liked doing things for him, buying things for him. It typically ended in him fucking him into submission regarding it. At least, that was how it ended when they’d gone Black Friday shopping, and Lawrence tried to protest every time he paid for the items he’d chosen.
“Fine,” Lawrence acquiesced. “I’ll text you the links.”
Remy allowed his voice to drop an octave. “Good boy,” he stated.
“Stop it right now,” Lawrence demanded, and Remy laughed.
“Stop what?”
“You know what. You do that shit on purpose,” Lawrence huffed, but Remy knew he wasn’t annoyed.
He also knew precisely what his boyfriend was talking about, and yes, he did it on purpose. He enjoyed the hitched breath Lawrence would take when he said it, the way his breathing changed, and if they were together when he uttered the words, the way the other man’s eyes darkened and his dick twitched. Remy's did as well in response to his thoughts. He adjusted himself, shifting in his seat.
He and Lawrence spoke for an hour before hanging up. When they did, Remy received three links. He turned on his laptop and let it start up. He grabbed a beer from the kitchen, emailed the links to himself, and ordered takeout.
Once he’d booked the flights, hotel, and rental car, he debated with himself before texting Alijah.
Remy:Chloe might be out for the rest of the week.
Alijah:Is everything okay?
Remy:Nolan is sick.
Alijah:That poor baby. Forward her extension to my fifth line. I’ll help out until she gets back.
Remy:A lifesaver as always. Thank you.
Alijah:No need to thank me.
But Remy did need to. He knew he was putting more on her plate. It was a busy time for them with year-end reports, comparing revenue from the previous year, calculating projections for the following year, and planning the company Christmas party. She’d hired the event planner from her wedding but still finalized everything. Not to mention, the most significant job she was taking on was trying to keep Kieran from firing everyone in whatever departments had not met his expectations for the year.
He would have to get Lawrence to help him pick something nice for her for Christmas. His food arrived a few minutes later, and after eating, Remy decided to call it an early night.
After showering, he placed his phone on the charger and slipped into bed. He made a mental note to call his parents tomorrow to see which flight they’d decided on for Christmas. His parents could be very much like his boyfriend at times, and he often had to remind them that he was wealthy and was more than willing to take care of their expenses because they’d given him a good life.
Turning onto his side, Remy closed his eyes and soon drifted off to sleep.
26
Lawrence texted his dad to let him know they’d landed and would meet him for dinner at seven-thirty while Remy signed the documents for the rental car. His birthday wasn’t until Sunday, but since they were leaving that afternoon, they were having dinner with him that night alone. Then, they were getting together with a few other family members tomorrow to celebrate.
He hadn’t been aware of that until his father had texted him earlier that day and told him his aunt wanted to host a dinner for his birthday. It hadn’t been part of the original plan, but he figured it would be fine. He’d told Remy, and his boyfriend hadn’t minded.
They exited the rental office when Remy had the keys, placed their bags in the trunk, and Lawrence gave him directions to his chosen hotel. Remy had been to Las Vegas a few times for business but hadn’t taken in the city.
When they arrived at the hotel, they checked in and went to their suite. Of course, it was what his boyfriend had chosen, even though they would only be there for two days. They placed their bags in the bedroom, and Lawrence sat on the ottoman at the end of the bed.
Remy looked at his watch. “How far is the restaurant where we’re supposed to meet your dad?”
“About a twenty-five-minute drive from here.” Lawrence looked down at his watch. It was already six forty-five.
“We should probably head there now. If I remember Vegas evening traffic well, it will be congested.”
Lawrence nodded, standing. He’d prefer to get there early than for them to be late.
