I heard him say it last night. Remy said that he loved me. I was pretty sure he was out of it, but still, my body tensed when he said it. And when morning came he appeared like his usual self. Flirty, adorable, while sauntering out of our bedroom with his socks from last night and one of my shirts that barely covered his creamy thighs. God, I remembered how those thighs wrapped around my waist, flexing beautifully as he reached his climax."Ghazi," he kissed my jaw before sneakily grabbing my fresh cup of coffee and taking a big gulp of it. "Ugh...I still can't get used to your coffee.""It's not my coffee, lots of people like double-shot espresso in the morning." I kissed him and felt his bare ass underneath. I groaned when he pressed against my groin. Deepening our kiss, I was fully aware that he was still sore from our last night's debauchery. "You're sore. Be a good boy for me and stop being naughty for a day?""Mmm...you know I'm not good with promising you

"Ghazi, I told you we're going to have to wait. I'm trying this new recipe.""Ugh...I'm really not happy about this newfound hobby of yours." I grunted but not before slipping my hands around his waist, pulling him back for a kiss."Your lovely French chef gave me her mother's recipe for chocolate cake." He muttered while carefully taking the cake out of the oven and setting it aside to cool."Looks like brownies to me," I shrugged only to get elbowed by him as he dramatically gasped demanding me to take my words back. To which I just laughed at him. This...this was what I love about him, everything with him is so easy."Ghazi! Get your naughty fingers away from my cake. It needs to cool before slicing, I want to top it with the vanilla ice cream.""Okay, you lost me at my naughty fingers and your cake," I commented coyly while wiggling my eyebrows. Remy laughed and slapped my arm playfully."Come on, let's get you out of the kitchen." He to

I woke up sometime after midnight only to find Ghazi was gone. His side of the bed was cold, meaning he had woken up and left me probably hours ago. And here I was, expected to still love him while he was probably fetching his ex from his uncles grasps.God...why do I keep on doing this to myself? The familiar ache under my chest forced me to get up. My eyes heated when I felt the trickle of tears trailing down my cheeks. "Fuck..." I cursed feeling stupid when I decided to let go, grabbing fresh tissues to dry my tears and blow my nose. Not at all beautiful as Ghazi makes me out to be. I was pathetic, sad, bleary eyes complete with a runny red nose from too much crying.I eventually got myself up and went to the bathroom, splashing my face with cold water and trying to toughen myself up. This was not the first time, I've gone through worse and I survived. So what if Ghazi still loves Oscar and his ex still loves him too? I love Ghazi as I know he loves me too, so this

Both Ghazi's uncles, Bijan and Reza, were in hiding. They got hurt when Ghazi and I shot them the night we rescued Oscar. They were wearing bulletproof vests, they had guards covering their exits, and they managed to slip away before we could put a bullet between their eyes. I was sure that at least both of them were bleeding, but I needed to find them. My hunger for their blood was feral to the point that I needed to have my revenge. They hurt Oscar and I had to calm down my frustration when he was taken back to Ghazi's. I need to let my cousin shelter him because I need to find those bastards who dared to touch my Oscar.One of my men had detained the executor, he was the one who was responsible for Oscar's bloodied and bruised face and torso. My man was badly hurt and I hated when Ghazi told me that Oscar was to stay at his place while all I wanted to do was to take care of him. Yes, I was stupid enough to still want to take care of him. No matter how easy it was for him t

Remy the Husband-to-beWhen the wedding date was finally coming around the corner, I still couldn't believe that I was going to marry the man that I love. It took Jacqueline three months for her to prepare my wedding since she didn't get to prepare hers. She was going all out and all I was allowed to do was give my opinion or just sit and be pretty, her words not mine, especially in the last three days.With each opinion she asked me regarding the wedding, I was getting nervous. Though I knew that the event was going to be beautiful, it was going to be perfect. I have my faith in Jacqueline. The wedding venue was booked, and the seating arrangement was done. I love how she gave me perfect floral arrangements and color schemes. The guest list was composed and invitations were sent. The tuxes were tailored and had arrived. It was a surreal feeling to see the white and black tux, knowing that the time was closing in. I was nervous and excited at the same