Page 105 of Remi's War (Four Dark Horsemen 2)

Kelly

As in Remi’s assistant got me clothes?

Event?

Anger boils up inside me that Remi now decides what I get to wear, and I grit my teeth to not scream in frustration.

But hey, their game, their city, and their rules, right?

I can’t wait for my twin to get married, even if deep down inside I’m convinced her marriage won’t change much of my relationship.

Opening the bag, I take out a purple apron dress along with panties. The dress is nothing I’d go for myself, since it shows too much skin and emphasizes my curvy physique, but alas.

I put them on, welcoming the soft cloth gliding over my skin. Without even bothering to check myself in the mirror, I march to the hallway from where an annoying sound rings in the air along with a vibration.

The phone shakes on the desk beside Remi as he types something on his laptop. A steaming coffee mug, judging by the fresh scent wafting in the air, is next to him. Complete concentration fills his face.

“Don’t you want to pick it up?”

He points at the small table beside the couch. “Your tea is ready.” I open my mouth to tell him I don't want it, but that would be a lie.

Not drinking one in the morning usually gives me headaches and I can't think straight.

Sacrificing my health and comfort just to prove a point to Remi doesn’t seem like a smart idea right now. Besides, when you are the prey, a hunter watches; you better always be prepared to run, and this means gathering all your strength.

If these men are delusional enough to live by some kind of code that excuses their behavior to them, maybe they believe in the myths they’re trying to live by.

Odysseus never hurt Penelope; he loved her very much. Hopefully, I’m safe from his rage, and he will never turn it on me.

Wrapping my hands around the mug, I take a tentative sip of the green tea, welcoming the warmth and taste. “No breakfast?” For some reason, I can't help but poke the beast. “Is starvation part of this marriage too?”

Amusement dances in Remi’s eyes as he leans back on his chair. “You don’t eat breakfast. You prefer lunch and dinner.”

I freeze at this, the mug pausing midway to my mouth, and I stare, frowning. How does he know all this? Back at the club, we hardly spoke about my preferences, as my stupid self was too mesmerized with the devil to think.

He must read the question in my mind, as he answers. “Before acquiring anything, I tend to gather all the information about it. That’s just a good business skill.”

In other words, he requested a report on me and probably knows everything about me now, down to my favorite teacher in first grade.

Obsessive stalkers dive deep in order to hurt the object of their fascination.

“I’m not something you bought.” The audacity! “And call it what it is, please, a psycho who loves to learn his victim’s quirks to use them to his advantage.” I motion to the mug with my chin. “Green tea is great, but it’s not powerful enough to make me see a prince where there is a monster.”

Having sex with him in captivity is one thing, but being grateful for his gifts and gentleness is another. No way I’m gonna show him any acceptance when he deserves none.

He shrugs. “Never claimed to be a saint or sane.” He skims his brown eyes over my form, pleasure glinting in them, and I wish to go back to my room and hide as the betraying fire blasts deep inside me at this. “You are beautiful.”

Before I can snap something rude at his remark, the phone rings again, the annoying sound grating on my already disturbed nerves. “Just pick up the damn thing!”

“I don’t make a habit of answering someone else’s phone.” What? “It’s yours.”

I gasp when I see the blue case with a small, gold chain attached to it and realize it is indeed mine.

Placing the mug back on the table, I snatch it up and groan at the almost one hundred missed calls and messages from various people.

But most of them are from my best friend.

YOU GOT MARRIED!

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