Page 67 of Win You Over
Holden
The wedding is every bit as romantic and beautiful as you would expect. Set right on the seafront, with a backdrop of turquoise and blues, and surrounded by wildflowers and native vegetation, the hotel hosting the nuptials is spectacular.
We’ve reached the speeches and dinner part of the wedding, and Remington is at the microphone, cracking up the whole crowd as he talks about his sister. He ends with a heartwarming message to her and Rupert before he returns to the table, sitting next to me with his hand on my knee.
After dinner and speeches are over, the lights are dimmed and Nadine and Rupert take to the dancefloor for their first dance. Other couples, including Charlene and Curtis, join them when the DJ opens the floor to other guests.
“Dance with me?” Remington asks, his hand drawing circles on my knee under the table.
My pulse speeds up as I look at the amount of people on the dance floor. I’ve had this ball of anxiety in my chest since we arrived. Not made any better by the questions that have flown my way by people I have never met before.
Thankfully, Remi has swayed the attention away from me every time, his usual charm coming into full effect.
And then there is Chad. Chad who touches Remi every chance he gets. A pat on the back, a hand on his arm, a shoulder bumping against Remington’s as he smirks at me.
Now, Remi is looking at me with a questioning gaze, his head tipped towards the crowd. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Chad watching us, a beer in hand, while the other rests on his hip.
I nod, reach out for Remi’s hand and let him guide me to the dance floor. By the time we reach the middle of the crowd, the romantic ballad of the first dance song has changed to a popular upbeat tune. Remington places his hands on my hips, and I wrap mine around his shoulders. We sway in place, and I chuckle when Remi throws his head back and belts out the chorus. When the song moves onto something slower, something I don't recognise, I rest my head onhisshoulder, breathing in the scent of his citrus and sweat scented skin.
“Be my boyfriend,” he says on a breath, and I pull back to look into his eyes. They’re darker than usual thanks to the dim lighting, but they sparkle nonetheless. “I never asked you for real,” Remington continues. “I only asked you to fake it with me. So, I’m asking you now. Don’t fake it with me anymore.”
My mouth is dry, my voice hidden in the loud, overwhelming environment.
So I answer him the way I’ve come to love – with a kiss. My lips press to his, my hands running over his back, one coming to reston the nape of his neck and he mirrors my movement, deepening the kiss with a hand tangled in my hair.
He holds me to him and I hold him to me and we cease to exist in a world with other people, creating this world where it’s only the two of us.
We stay on the dance floor, locked together as the DJ moves from romantic slow beats to old school classics that have everyone up and out of their seats.
By the time we head back to our table, my skin is sweat slicked and my cock is half hard. Remington falls into conversation with one of Rupert’s friends, and I use the moment to head to the bathroom.
The space is small, yet elegant, with two stalls and a wide marble counter with deep set basins. I’m throwing water on my face and dabbing it dry when Chad walks in, catching my eye in the mirror.
He leans against the wall, legs crossed at the ankles.
“Finn filled me in on your little bet with our Rem,” he says, his words slurring. “You’re good.” He points a finger at me. “Have everyone believing you’re actually into each other.”
He taps his nose, stepping closer. My hands find the edge of the basin and I cling to the marble, my heart trying valiantly to break through my ribcage.
“But I know better.”
He’s so close now, I can smell the staleness of his breath. My hand flits to my pocket on autopilot, before I remember it’s empty. It’s the first time in days I’ve had the urge to reach for it, not having needed it when I’m with Remi. It made me wonder if I ever needed it at all or if I just needed to find someone who helped me feel safe.
Now, though, I have neither, and as Chad leans closer to me, I’m filled with cold fear.
“I don’t see what my buddy Finn’s complaining about. I think you’re really pretty,” he says. My mind tries to focus on the connection between Chad and Finn but I’m too distracted by the way his hand is now touching my arm. “If you’re done with this charade with Remi, I’m willing to show you things he never could. Boy may be popular, but he’s a little boring under that charm.”
My stomach sours, the chicken I ate earlier threatening to make an appearance.
The door opens, my name on Remi’s lips as he walks in. His eyes dart towards where Chad is towering over me. Chad steps back and wipes his lips, a sickening smile pasted on his face.
He chuckles. “Don’t be jealous, Rem. We all know this isn’t real. You can’t blame your friend here for wanting a taste of me.”
My mouth opens and I shake my head. Remi’s eyes narrow as he looks from me to Chad. I want to explain that nothing happened. But I don’t get a chance before Remi’s fist connects with the other guy’s face.
“Stay away from my boyfriend,” he spits as Chad stumbles backwards, holding his nose.
Remi steps forward and pulls me to him.
