Chapter 8 - part 1
Remy loved Astrid.
Watching her come out of Calder's condo at 6 AM was the hardest thing he'd ever forced himself to witness. Calder had called her a taxi, the big Douchebag spender.
Remy was angry, looking at the taxi fade into the early morning rush hour. He bit his fingernails, wondering if Calder would really leave Astrid alone now that had fucked her.
Calder was a lawyer, used to getting his way because of who his family represented. The arrogant asshole would probably try to see her. Calder, like himself, found women like Astrid irresistible.
She was incredible in bed as well as a good friend to have.
Remy sighed, then got out of his car. The kinks in his back loosened a bit as he walked up to the secured building.
C. Lewis #401
C. Lewis #201
Great, two Lewis brothers in one building. If he had to guess, Calder was #401. Chris had a family. He'd want lower evacuation safety.
Grinning, Remy returned to his car. He drove the slow and long way towards Astrid house. She would probably be trying to wash that scums smell off of her.
He hated Calder. Why did the man have to go after his girl? Astrid had fucked Calder. HIM. When she had Remy! Why? Did he not make her satisfied? Apparently not.
If she wanted to know what he did for a living after doing what she's done, then he'd show her.
He'd SHOW her what he did to naughty girls like her.
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Astrid was so sore. The hot shower had eased some of the muscle aches but what she needed was sleep.
And to NEVER see Calder again.
The man had seemed possessed! He just wouldn't stop screwing her any which way he could. He didn't even come. That alone had been odd. She had, a LOT.
Tossing her towel aside, she went to slip under the quilt of her soft bed. What was that? Someone was seriously knocking at her door at 7 AM? Who the fuck could it be?
Pissed off, she grabbed a t-shirt that was on the floor. Pulling it over her head as she padded to the door. She really hoped it wasn't Remy. What if he had come over last night to see her and found out she'd left the club with Calder?
Peeking out she quickly wanted to run back to bed. To disappear.
Remy rapped on the door impatiently.
She steeled herself. She could handle this. She'd once dated two guys at once a few years ago. Granted, it had been purely sexual with both guys knowing about each other. She could face Remy accusing eyes because she owed him that at least. He deserved someone who was far better than she was.
Opening the door she faked a smile, "Good morning."
Remy barged forward, eyes clear of accusations. He pushed her back, kicking the old door close. She was startled by his forceful entrance but went with it.
"Hi," He said, then kissed her passionately.
She put her hands on his strong chest, pushing away, "Wow, it's early."
He looked her up and down, "Cute shirt. You just get up? Your hair's wet."
She was still damp from her shower. She awkwardly shifted on her feet, seeing his hazel eyes lack their usual warmth. Everything about him appeared relaxed except for his eyes. What had had she done? She ruined a perfect relationship over sex.
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