Page 73 of Havoc
“What?” Alijah asked, and Kieran’s smirk fell from his face. He glowered at Remy for a second, and he returned it with a look that said,Don’t play with me.
“Baby, I told you that right after it happened,” Kieran responded.
“You said it was some crazy woman. Not that it was Rebecca.”
“That’s literally the same thing, gorgeous,” Kieran tried to smooth over.
Lawrence sighed, and Remy returned his attention to find him shaking his head. “You’re horrible. You get in trouble, and now he has to.”
Remy smirked at him, gripping his chin and brushing his lips against his. “Absolutely, and I’m not in trouble.”
“How do you figure that?”
“Because you aren’t being a brat,” Remy responded, nipping his bottom lip. Kieran cleared his throat, and they pulled apart.
“As entertaining as I’m sure that would have gotten,” he started with an eye roll. “Are you doing the auction?”
Remy nodded. He and Lawrence had spoken about it, and his boyfriend hadn’t minded him participating. It probably helped that Remy gave him free rein to bid whatever he needed to win.
“She chose five attached men to participate. I don’t see why I can’t write a check and be done with it,” Kieran stated, and Alijah sighed.
“I already told you why. The bidding is an entertaining show. Besides, there are ten single men for the others to bid on and have a chance with. It's also the fault of you four because of your bickering last year. Let's not forget we were engaged, Chayse and Nik were dating, and we still participated.”
“Because I wasn't going to let anyone outbid me. You should be more worried about this,” Kieran responded. “I’m a catch. Someone could outbid you, baby,” he teased. Remy and Lawrence chuckled while Alijah snorted.
“Nobody else on this planet can handle you like I do, but I’m willing to lose the bid to let someone try if you're so convinced they can.”
“Don’t play with me, Alijah.”
“Don’t play withme, Kieran.”
“Mm, but I want to.”
“As entertaining as I’m sure that could get,” Remy stated, cutting them off, and Lawrence laughed, leaning into his side.
“Ouch!” Lawrence exclaimed, not knowing whether he should soothe the sting from the pinch he’d just received on his arm or the smack on his butt.
“What did I just tell you?” Rita asked.
“I was trying to help,” Lawrence countered.
“By stealing pieces of bacon?” his mother asked. “Get out,” she followed up, not allowing him to respond.
“If you two didn’t insist on cooking enough food to feed an army for breakfast, I wouldn’t have to steal it like a beggar on the corner.”
He was assaulted again, and he moved out of reach before either woman could land a third type of punishment on him.
“This is child abuse and neglect,” Lawrence stated with a pout. He snapped his attention to Remy, who chuckled from the living room and glared at him. “I’m glad you find it funny. My stomach is eating my back, I’m dying of hunger, and you’re laughing.”
“Stop being dramatic, and come here,” Remy responded.
Lawrence huffed, walking over and sitting beside him on the couch. “Your dad had the right idea. I should have stayed asleep until breakfast was ready.”
“I’m not sure how you were going to do that when you woke your mom and me up,” Remy countered.
He had him there. Lawrence had woken up earlier than he intended and had been too excited for some reason to go back to sleep. Maybe it was because it was the first Christmas he was spending with someone he was dating in years. He’d been single the past several times, and it’d been him and his mother, with stops to see his father or him coming to them occasionally.
Lawrence and his mom had stayed at Remy’s last night. The five of them decided to have Christmas Eve dinner and a nice breakfast for Christmas so they could spend the rest of the day relaxing. He’d been excited to exchange gifts and ensure everyone enjoyed what he’d gotten them, but his mother and Rita had been dead set on having breakfast first. He hadn’t minded, but almost an hour and a half after waking up, they weren’t eating, and he was starving.
