by JA Low
The next morning, Dom told me that Remi and Carla, his date, had left a day early. Thank goodness. Means I can relax and enjoy this amazing estate without Remi jumping out at me at any moment.
It’s been months since I’ve seen Remi. He’s still blocked on all my socials but it still doesn’t stop me from stalking him, seeing what he and Carla are up to. Honestly, I don’t know who Remi is anymore, all these heavily curated posts on his socials since he started dating Carla. I shouldn’t be surprised she’s a supermodel, and honestly, they look like they’ve stepped off the pages of a fashion magazine together—so fricken perfect. Pictures of them celebrating Valentine’s Day together in practically nothing, photos of all the flowers and gifts Remi showered her with #blessed; it was vomit-inducing. Then there were images of her cheering him on at my family's home while he trained. That one really got my goat. I didn’t know this about Remi. He never cared about his image like this before. What happened? He became the number one polo player in the world, that’s what happened. I guess he has everything he’s always wanted now. I’ve been going out with Dior a little more than I used to, much to Audrey and Rainn’s annoyance, trying to keep my mind off Remi and Carla. Audrey has a fresh man anyway; a friend of Dior’s called David and they are sickeningly sweet. I’m happy for her. She deserves happiness. I’m a grinch at the moment because I can’t find my happily ever after.
Audrey: Did you see Remi’s posts?
Nell: No. He’s blocked.
Audrey: He and Carla broke up.
Rainn: They caught her with some football player.
Nell: Sounds like karma to me.
Rainn: Remi released a statement saying they had broken up months ago, they hadn’t announced it publicly. That Carla never cheated.
Nell: He’s just saving face.
Rainn: Karma
Audrey: How do you feel?
Nell: Fine. A little hungry, but all good otherwise.
Audrey: About Remi being single again.
Nell: Has no impact on me at all.
I step out of my apartment into the foyer to head out for the day and scream when I see Remi sitting down outside my door.
“Remi, what the fuck?” I question, seeing him there. It’s been almost six months since I’ve seen him last.
“I’ve been sitting here trying to work up the courage to knock on your door,” he explains, standing up dusting himself off.
“You really shouldn’t have bothered,” I tell him as I press the elevator button.
“Please, Nell, can I have five minutes,” he asks, and damn him I waver because my curiosity wins out.
“Fine, you have five minutes,” I tell him as I push open the door to my apartment again and he follows in behind me.
“You’re looking good,” he quips.
“Don’t,” I warn him, pointing my finger in his direction.
“Right,” he starts, placing his hands in his back pockets. “I owe you an explanation about Carla.”
“No, you don’t.”
“I do. It sucked not being able to tell you about us because of an NDA I signed,” Remi explains. He has my attention now. “Carla and I weren’t really a couple. Our managers set us up because we needed to strengthen our images and they thought together would have been better.”
Guess that explains his curated feed.
“We weren’t supposed to have started till I got back to America, but Carla was in London, so our managers brought up the timeline of our official picture together. They called me when I was asleep in your bed and explained that she was on the way to meet me. I had no time to tell you. It all happened so quickly. And once she was there, the contract started. If I told anyone about it, I would be in breach of contract,” Remi explains as he nervously runs his fingers through his hair, which is longer than it used to be. It looks good. No. What are you thinking, Nell? “Then I saw how hurt you were, I didn’t care about the contract anymore. I tried to get out of it, but the management company played hardball, as did Carla. They had me by the balls.”
“Did you sleep with her?” I ask, but I know the answer.
“Yes, but after you shut me out.”
“Right then. Well, thanks for clearing that all up for me. I’m sorry you got yourself into a bit of a pickle. But I’m kind of running late.”
“Nell, please.”
“There’s nothing to say,” I tell him.
“I’m sorry that I hurt you. I hated myself for what I did to you just when things were getting back on track between us.”
“Remi, it doesn’t matter anymore. It’s in the past. I wish nothing but the best for you. Truly I do.”
“Nell? Please,” he pleads, reaching his hand out to stop me from leaving. Seeing his distressed face has me wavering, but I can’t be pulled back into his atmosphere again. “I couldn’t say anything.” I understand contracts, I get NDA’s, I know there was no way for him to tell me what was going on without him being sued for everything.
“I know,” I answer him softly.
“Nell. I miss you,” he says, tugging me closer to him, but I can’t look at him because I know as soon as I do it’s all over. That magnetism that swirls around us like a spinning orbit bringing us closer together. “Look at me, Nell.” I suck in a deep breath and look up at him through my lashes. “I’m sorry,” he says as his hands cup my face. “I hate hurting you. And I know I promised I wouldn’t do it again, but I did.”
“I hate you sometimes, Remi,” I answer him softly.
“I know, baby. I know. And I deserve your hate so much.” He growls as his fingers tangle in my hair. “I’ll never deserve you.” He sighs as his forehead meets mine. Damn right he never will. “I’ve missed you so much, Nell,” he tells me as his lips press against mine ever so softly.
“I hate that no matter what you do to me, I still can’t stay away from you.” I curse him.
“The feeling is mutual, babe.” His lips press against mine, this time with a little more force, and I let him. Betraying all women out there that succumb to a fuck boy. They are just so damn hard to resist, especially when I haven’t had sex in months and the last time, I had to finish myself off. I need the good D. Please, womankind don’t hate me.
“Oh, fuck it,” I groan as I open my mouth and let him in. It is the match that lights the tinder box on fire. We just explode against one another. He lifts me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist as he moves me through my apartment with ease, never breaking our kiss until he finds my bedroom and lays me down against my sheets. Thank goodness I’m wearing a dress because Remi is on his knees, lifting the material and burying his head between my thighs. He places my legs over his shoulders, widens my thighs, and before I get a chance, he is pulling my G-string to the side and his tongue is disappearing between my folds.
“Oh, yes!” I scream as my fingers tug on his hair forcibly, holding his expert tongue in place as I hurtle to the edge. Fuck. I can’t believe how quickly he is pulling this orgasm from me. Moments later, I am falling over the edge. Holy shit. That was quick. But Remi doesn’t give me a moment of reprieve because his fingers are slipping inside of me, begging for more. It doesn’t take long till he hits the jackpot again with his fingers and pushes me over the edge for a second time. Dammit, I’ve missed his magic. Next thing I know, Remi is flipping me over onto my stomach and pulling up the material of my dress, exposing my bare ass to him.
“Fuck I’ve missed this,” he growls as he sinks his teeth into one of my butt cheeks, making me squeal before he is slapping away the bite mark. Oh, that’s good. The sound of the metal of his fly lowering and the crinkle of the condom wrapper fill my ears, before I feel the thick head of his dick pressing against my entrance, he coats himself before he sinks inside of me in one swift move filling me so deeply.
“Fuck.” He hisses loudly. Then he drags himself out slowly before pushing deeper into me. He does this repeatedly at a blistering pace. My clit is getting pushed against the lace of my G-string and the friction
is making me delirious. I don’t know if I can hold on for much longer, especially not with the way he is fucking me. I can feel another orgasm rolling through like a freight train, and I don’t know if I can stop it.
“Oh, yes!” I scream as I fall over the edge into oblivion and Remi’s guttural groan as he comes not far behind me. He pulls himself out of me and falls to the side with a hand lying across his forehead. I push the hem of my dress down and sort out my tangled underwear while Remi cleans himself up.
“Well, thanks for that. It was exactly what I needed,” I tell him. He gives me a wide smile, looking pleased with himself as he zips up his jeans.
“Give me five and I’ll be ready to go again,” he tells me cockily as he tries to reach out for me, but I sidestep his embrace.
“Thanks. But I’m running late for a date. You can let yourself out, can’t you?” I ask him. He stares at me open-mouthed as I grab my things and head on out to the living room.
“Nell, what the hell?”
“I told you before you came in I had somewhere else to be. That was the truth.”
“You seriously going out on a date after fucking me?” he asks, raising his voice.
“Yeah. I don’t sleep with people on the first date so it’s all cool,” I explain to him, picking my bag up off the living room floor.
“But I thought…”
“What? That your magic dick would cure what you did?” I ask him. He cautiously stays silent. “Three chances and I let you back in past my defenses. Three times you treated them carelessly. So, I give up. You and I have sexual chemistry and no matter what the hell you seem to do to me, I can’t say no to sleeping with you. So, I’m not going to anymore. I don’t care if you fuck Britney, Taylor, or Candy. Heck, I don’t care if you screw the entire polo set. Because all I care about is you giving me mind-blowing orgasms any time you are around. Are you okay with that?”
Remi frowns at me, unsure of how to answer that question.
“It’s a pretty simple question, Remi. Do you still want to sleep with me?”
“Yes,” he answers hesitantly.
“Great. Well, that’s sorted. Go have fun, I’ll let you know when I need you again.” I place a kiss on his cheek and leave the building with a pep in my step.
31
Nell
Okay, I feel like a bitch for being a fuck girl, but why is it okay for guys to hit it and quit it and girls can’t? After the shock of me hitting it and quitting it on Remi and after a disastrous date, I came home to Remi waiting for me. It surprised me he was still there, but he wanted to talk.
“How was your date? See any potential?” Remi asks as I walk into my living room and dump my bag onto the couch beside him.
“Nope, was a disaster. He was a douche, spoke horribly to the staff at the café, and then left a tiny tip. He spoke about himself the entire time. Then told me I had great tits and that we should go somewhere and fuck.”
Remi’s eyes narrow and I can see my story has made him angry.
“Guess that’s why our little arrangement will work,” I tell him as I walk over and straddle him on the couch, his brows rise at my forwardness.
“Are you just using me for my dick?”
“Yep,” I answer with a pop of my lips. “You cool with that?”
He takes a moment to mull the answer to my question over. But it was for dramatic effects, really. “Guess I’m going to have to be,” he says as his large palms caress my ass.
“Great, so how about you fuck me then.”
No. My memories fade away before I get to the good bits. Stupid phone waking me up. Who the hell is calling me so early? I try to shake the cobwebs of last night’s party from my mind to get myself together to pick up the phone. I miss it. Dammit. I look down at the screen and see a heap of missed calls from Rainn. What the hell is going on. Panic races through my veins as I quickly try to call her back.
“Finally!” Rainn screams at me as she picks up.
“Sorry, I just woke up.”
“I’ve called you ten times!” she yells, raising her voice at me. What the hell is wrong with her? “I can’t believe that fucking bitch did that to her.” Huh, who? What?
“Rainn, you’re going to have to back it up for a minute. What the hell is going on?”
“You haven’t seen the media. It’s all over socials!” Rainn screams at me.
“I just woke up, Rainn, I haven’t checked anything.”
“There is a video of your girl Dior fucking David in Bora Bora!” Rainn screams at me. Everything stops. No. Dior wouldn’t do that to Audrey. No way in the world. This has to be some haters trying to create drama where there is none. My phone beeps with an incoming message. “Check your message,” Rainn instructs me. I put my phone down, open Rainn’s message, and press play. I watch as one of my friends comes out of the villa of my friend’s boyfriend and then precedes to suck face before, oh shit, before she starts fucking him on the sun lounge. What the hell?
Oh, no. No. No. No. This can’t be true. Oh, Aud must be devastated seeing this. “Fuck Rainn, this is bad.”
“No shit. And I haven’t been able to get a hold of Audrey, it’s like she’s disappeared off the face of the earth. I’m worried,” Rainn confesses to me.
“She has to be somewhere in the city. Give me twenty and I’ll be ready to pound Fifth Avenue looking for her.”
“Great,” Rainn says, hanging up on me.
I jump out of bed and type out a message to Aud before quickly jumping in the shower. Once I’m back in the land of the living, I make myself a coffee and scroll through my messages. I see one from Dior.
Dior: Nellie, call me please as soon as you get this.
I can’t believe Dior did this. I know she is a flirty girl but that girl in the video; I don’t know who she is. I press Dior’s number and wait for it to connect through.
“Oh my god, Nellie, you called me. Thank you, thank you so much, babe. I’m like freaking out here. I can’t believe some bitch took a private video of me and blasted it all over the internet. Do people not have lives or something?” she whines into my ear.
“Dior, what the fuck? You just got caught sleeping with one of your best friends’ boyfriend’s and you don’t seem remotely sorry about it?” I tell her angrily.
“Some bitch created a sex tape of me and is making money off it. That’s not fair, Nell. This tape could do wonders for my career, and I don’t even have the license for it. Like, what the fuck?” she answers, completely missing the point of my question.
“Dior, listen, is this real? Did you really sleep with David?”
“Yes,” she answers sheepishly. “I’ve been sleeping with David for years. He and Audrey aren’t serious. They are fake news, babe. They have an agreement to be together for the socials to increase their profiles. We didn’t cheat,” Dior explains to me. I cannot believe what I am hearing. “Is the news like everywhere?”
“I’ve got to go, Dior. We’ll talk later,” I tell her, hanging up before she can say anything else to me. I sit down on the couch and stare into the nothingness. I can’t believe what just happened. My phone rings and I look down at the screen, and it’s a group call between Rainn, Audrey, and me. Thank goodness she’s safe.
“Audrey. Are you okay? Where are you?” Rainn asks.
“Aud, your mom said you didn’t come home last night. Are you okay? Are you safe?”
“I crashed at Stirling’s.” We all go quiet.
“Stirling?” Rainn questions.
“Yeah. With Rhys being away, he’s the next best thing,” Audrey explains.
“Next best thing for what?” Rainn asks.
“Help.”
“Did anything happen?” I ask.
“What? No! I crashed in his bed and that’s it!” Audrey exclaims.
“His bed?” Rainn’s voice raises.
“Yeah. I was sad. It’s not weird, is it?” she asks.
“A little, especially if nothing happened,” I tell her.
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br /> “Of course, nothing would happen. You know he doesn’t see me as anything other than family.”
“We’re so glad you’re okay. We were worried. We saw the video. It’s fucked up,” Rainn explains.
“I spoke to Dior.” The call goes quiet upon hearing Dior’s name. “She told me it’s true. I’m sorry, Aud. That she and David have been hooking up for a long time, she didn’t think you and David were serious.”
“She didn’t think we were serious?” Audrey’s voice raises. “She was there the night he asked me to be his girlfriend. She popped champagne with us. That’s bullshit, Nell.”
“I know it is, babe. I’m telling you what she told me. It’s not right what she has done. And I told her that.”
“Did you know about them?” Audrey asks me, but I can hear the accusation in her voice.
“No way. If I did, I would have told you, Audrey. I would have let you know before all this.”
“Then why did she do it?”
“All Dior told me was they have been a thing for a long time. That David told her you two had an agreement. That you were using each other to increase your followings.”
“He said what?” Audrey screams down the phone. “I don’t need his shitty followers.”
“Fucking convenient excuse,” Rainn adds. “Dior knows better. She’s been with us when the two of them have been together.”
“I don’t know. It’s a shit situation.”
“She’s always been jealous of Audrey,” Rainn states. “She hates the fact that Audrey and I are close to you, Nell,” Rainn drops that little bombshell.
“Wait. Me?” What has any of this got to do with me?
“You and she were tight long before the four of us became friends. I think she got jealous. Especially when Audrey comes in and starts dating her booty call right in front of her. You know what Dior is like. She has to be the center of attention. You’ve seen the stunts she’s pulled before with us. David was a dumb ass for going along with it,” Rainn explains. “She’s even gloating about the sex tape online,” Rainn adds.