His brow furrows. “That’s not what I meant.”
“I’m just another conquest.” The realization makes me feel small, disposable. “Nothing special. Just the current occupant of a well-worn revolving door.”
“Remy, that’s not true!”
I back up further. “I think I need to go to bed.”
He doesn’t move closer, but his gaze holds mine. “You’re not just another conquest. Not to us.”
How do I respond? I can’t explain that hearing I’m one of many makes every insecurity I’ve ever had come roaring back.
Ansel observes me. “A lot has happened tonight, and now is not the right time to talk about this.” He takes a step closer, but holds himself back from picking up where we left off. “But we will talk about it. And Remy?” He waits until I meet his eyes. “Stop convincing yourself you don’t matter to us.”
He moves toward the door, then stops with his hand on the handle. His voice drops lower. “For the record? I do want you. AndwhenI fuck you for the first time, it’s going to be when you truly want it. When you’re not holding back. When you trust that this—whatever this is between the four of us—is real.”
He leaves before I can respond.
I sink onto the bed, my lips still tingling from his kiss, my heart racing from his declaration.
They all want me. I want all of them. And I have absolutely no idea what to do about any of it.
CHAPTER 15
Enzo
Remy has been living with us for one week, and she’s driving me insane in ways that have nothing to do with attraction. However, that is definitely part of it. But the irritation mainly stems from the fact that she keeps to herself and maintains professional boundaries. It’s like she’s a guest instead of someone we want in our lives permanently.
But we all agreed to go at her pace, and after Ansel told us about what happened between them, we are following her lead.
The security protocols we set up for her are strict. She doesn’t leave without one of us accompanying her, and we have armed security on standby. The whole office got new badges, new access codes, and cameras monitor every entrance and exit.
And still, we have nothing on Stanley Trent. No location, no sightings, no digital footprint. The man’s a ghost.
I’m heading to Remy’s office to check on her when I hear voices. Raised voices.
I stop outside her door, hand on the handle, when I recognize Damon’s tone.
The security team materializes at the end of the hallway. I wave them off. Whatever’s happening in there, I’ll handle it. But I don’t enter right away. I forgot that Damon was returningto work today, and I want to listen to what transpires before I intervene. Maybe this conversation will give me the information I need to forgive him or fire him.
“—not asking for much, Remy. Just a chance to explain?—”
“Explain what?” Remy’s response is sharp. “How you lied to your best friends about me? How you tried to blackmail me into quitting? Or maybe you want to explain why you’re in my office when I know you are supposed to stay away from me?”
“I love you.” Damon’s declaration stops me cold. “I’ve always loved you. I fucked up, Remy. I know I did. But I can fix this. We can fix this.”
Remy laughs, but there’s no humor in it. “You love me? That’s fascinating. Tell me more about how you show love. Was it the cheating? The lies? The professional sabotage? I’m dying to know which part was the romance.”
Damon’s tone shifts to something pleading. “I didn’t mean any of it. You know I didn’t.”
“Do I?” Remy’s voice goes cold. “Let’s review, shall we? Am I a gold-digger?”
“No.” His voice is smaller now.
“Did I use you for your connections?”
“No.”
“Did I stalk you after we broke up?”
