By popular demand I have updated, and I make no promises to when the next chapter comes out.
"Mmm." I blinked sleepily, then I froze. Who's arm is around me? Oh, God, where am I? My breath started to come in quick gasps.
"Cherie, calm down." Remy whispered. My muscles relaxed. Oh yea.
"Remy." He reached his hand to touch my face. I caught his hand, "No. You can't."
"Can't I?" He whispered cockily. He leaned forward and quickly brushed my lips with his. I gasped at the sweet pleasure that filled me. I had never had someone kiss me lip-to--lip. Pietro always...
"Pietro." I whispere Remy frowned, "I'm sorry. Pietro and I maybe going through a hard time, but...I love him."
Remy tilted his head to the left, "Right." His voice dripped with sarcasm.
"I do." I defended. "Now get out."
"Do you really want Remy to leave?" He brushed my lip with his finger, reminding me of the brief kiss that we had shared. My lip was still burning. I had never had a kiss that made me feel so weak.
"Um...Yes." I whispered. I want him to leave, right?
"You don't sound too sure." Remy taunted. I took a deep breath to steady my erratic heart.
"Yes...I want you-to leave" I quickly amended.
"Your wish is my command." Remy flashed me a killer smile then left. I wrapped my arms around myself. What the hell have I gotten myself into?
"Madam, your table is this way." I allowed the waiter to lead me to the table. I was stupid to accpet Pietro's invation to dinner. I had found a present on the door of my room and in it was a ddress and a note telling me to meet Pietro here. I was so intrigued by the romanticness of it that I let my common sense leave me.
"Nevermind, I changed my mind." I turned to leave. How culd I believe that we could work this out? We are so different. It was doomed from the beginning.
"Rogue!" I turned to see Pietro staring at me. His eyes were begging me not to leave him. He looked so handsome in his tuxedo. Like sin personified. For a moment I forgot about our differences. I allowed him to pull out my chair.
"I'm so glad you came. I know we can work through this. We love each other too much." He looked so earnest. So earnest that I believed him. I smiled.
"Our love will survive." We spent the night talking, enjoying ourselves, rekindling our love. Pietro, how could I ever doubt I love. We belong together.
Oh please, if you think I'll allow Pietro to win that easily then you obviously haven't read any of my previous works. SPOILER: Rogue makes love to someone, but whom?
"Mmm." I blinked sleepily, then I froze. Who's arm is around me? Oh, God, where am I? My breath started to come in quick gasps.
"Cherie, calm down." Remy whispered. My muscles relaxed. Oh yea.
"Remy." He reached his hand to touch my face. I caught his hand, "No. You can't."
"Can't I?" He whispered cockily. He leaned forward and quickly brushed my lips with his. I gasped at the sweet pleasure that filled me. I had never had someone kiss me lip-to--lip. Pietro always...
"Pietro." I whispere Remy frowned, "I'm sorry. Pietro and I maybe going through a hard time, but...I love him."
Remy tilted his head to the left, "Right." His voice dripped with sarcasm.
"I do." I defended. "Now get out."
"Do you really want Remy to leave?" He brushed my lip with his finger, reminding me of the brief kiss that we had shared. My lip was still burning. I had never had a kiss that made me feel so weak.
"Um...Yes." I whispered. I want him to leave, right?
"You don't sound too sure." Remy taunted. I took a deep breath to steady my erratic heart.
"Yes...I want you-to leave" I quickly amended.
"Your wish is my command." Remy flashed me a killer smile then left. I wrapped my arms around myself. What the hell have I gotten myself into?
"Madam, your table is this way." I allowed the waiter to lead me to the table. I was stupid to accpet Pietro's invation to dinner. I had found a present on the door of my room and in it was a ddress and a note telling me to meet Pietro here. I was so intrigued by the romanticness of it that I let my common sense leave me.
"Nevermind, I changed my mind." I turned to leave. How culd I believe that we could work this out? We are so different. It was doomed from the beginning.
"Rogue!" I turned to see Pietro staring at me. His eyes were begging me not to leave him. He looked so handsome in his tuxedo. Like sin personified. For a moment I forgot about our differences. I allowed him to pull out my chair.
"I'm so glad you came. I know we can work through this. We love each other too much." He looked so earnest. So earnest that I believed him. I smiled.
"Our love will survive." We spent the night talking, enjoying ourselves, rekindling our love. Pietro, how could I ever doubt I love. We belong together.
Oh please, if you think I'll allow Pietro to win that easily then you obviously haven't read any of my previous works. SPOILER: Rogue makes love to someone, but whom?