A handsome Face
“Are you going to tell her?” A red haired whispered to Claire, whose lips was stretched in a mischievous smirk, a champagne glass in one hand as she watched her friend rubbing her body against a handsome stranger.
A handsome stranger who she recognized as Rowan Vaughn.
Her ex husband.
“Why should I? She seems happy and if fate decided to bring them back this way who am I to stop them?”
The red haired nodded, “True. But he is a jerk. He left her to have two kids on her own while he spend and have fun with his girlfriend.”
Claire just hummed as she looked at them. From what she knew, Rowan had little to no memory of who Remi was. But he seemed quite infactuatated with her.
Maybe it was best if…she let fate do her work.
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Remi's POV
The music pulsed through my veins, filling every corner of my mind with a warm, buzzing haze. It was a strange, freeing feeling, and I barely recognized myself. I didn’t care about anything beyond this moment, this beat, this night. And there was Rowan, his hands firm on my waist, pulling me close as we moved in sync, his touch hot and steady against my skin.
“Rowan,” I giggled, tipping my head back as I let the beat carry us. “You’ve been a naughty boy, haven’t you?”
His eyes sparkled, that familiar, cocky smile curling up at the edges of his mouth. “Oh? How do you know?”
I grinned, leaning into him. “I just do,” I murmured, my voice low and teasing. I could feel his breath hitch slightly, his hands tightening on my waist, his gaze locked on me.
Rowan chuckled, leaning down so his lips brushed the shell of my ear. “Nice to see you like this, Remi. Not hating me for once.”
I looked up, my eyes narrowing playfully. “Hate you? Since when have I ever hated you?”
“Since… every time I’ve looked at you,” he replied, that smirk still in place. “You always looked like you wanted to rip my head off.”
“Oh, really?” I laughed, reaching up to trace his jaw with my fingers, feeling the rough stubble under my fingertips. “You’re too handsome for that. Would be a crime to ruin this face.”
Rowan’s smile deepened, a faint flush rising on his cheeks. “Am I now?”
“You are.” I giggled again, feeling completely reckless, my inhibitions washed away. His eyes…beautiful underneath the neon lights of the club. His hair gelled back, his shoulders broad. I licked my lips as I stared at him
“I must be crazy.”
With that, I reached up and pressed my lips against his, feeling the heat and intensity of the kiss immediately. He tasted like whiskey, warm and rich, and his lips were just as firm as I’d imagined, every bit as commanding. His hands tightened on my waist, pulling me even closer as he deepened the kiss.
But then, after a long, heated moment, he pulled back, his breathing heavy, his eyes dark. “Remi… it’s not exactly… proper for me to take advantage of you when you’re not sober.”
I rolled my eyes, my fingers tracing his collar as I leaned in, whispering, “Screw ‘proper.’ I don’t care.”
He chuckled, and then his grip tightened on my wrist, pulling me with him. “Alright, then,” he said, his voice low and rough. “Let’s take this somewhere… less public.”
“I like the way you think.”
We moved toward the private stairwell, Rowan leading me with purpose, his hand warm and steady on my wrist.
But I didn’t feel like waiting. As soon as we reached the base of the stairs, I turned, slipping my arms around his neck and pulling him down to kiss me again, this time more fiercely, our mouths hot and hungry, tongue against tongue.
His grip on my waist tightened as he pressed me back against the wall, his body warm and solid against mine. I could feel his breath hitch as I hooked my leg around his thigh, pulling him even closer, a teasing smile on my lips as I nipped at his lower lip.
His hardened dick pressed against my panties that were soaked from pleasure. I kissed him, long and hard, tongue to tongue.
“You’re trouble, you know that?” he muttered, breaking the kiss, his voice low and thick.
“Oh, am I?” I purred, grinning up at him, my eyes half-lidded. “Maybe I just have a thing for dangerous men.”
He laughed, his breath hot against my neck as he trailed kisses along my collarbone, his hands moving up my sides, firm but teasing. “So you’re admitting you like danger?”
“Only with you,” I replied, brushing my fingers through his hair, pulling him closer as I tilted my head back, inviting him to explore. “You’re… different.”
“How so?” he murmured, his lips grazing the sensitive skin of my neck, making my pulse quicken.
“Too handsome for your own good, I like handsome faces,” I whispered, my voice catching slightly as his mouth found that perfect spot just beneath my jaw, sending a thrill down my spine.
He chuckled, his hands sliding lower, pulling me flush against him. “Funny… I could say the same about you.”
I grinned, wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling him even closer. “Are you saying I’m handsome, Mr. Vaughn?”
“Handsome? No.” He smirked, his lips brushing against mine, teasing. “More like… captivating. Beautiful. Gorgeous like a daisy.”
I laughed, the sound mixing with a sigh as his hands explored my waist, my back, every part of me that was pressed against him. “Well, you’re finally being honest,” I murmured.
“Maybe I am.” His mouth claimed mine again, deeper this time, his kiss rough and intense, his hands possessive as they gripped my hips, pulling me against him in a way that left no space between us.
I broke the kiss just long enough to murmur, “So… are we going to your suite, or am I getting all this right here?”
He chuckled, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “You really don’t like waiting, do you?”
“Patience has never been my thing,” I replied, trailing a finger along his jaw as I smiled up at him, playful and daring.
“Good,” he murmured, tightening his grip on my waist. “Neither is mine.”
He led me up the stairs, his hand still firm on my wrist, guiding me with purpose. We reached the suite, and before the door was even fully closed, I pulled him to me, pressing him back against the wall, my lips claiming his in a kiss that was all fire and want.
Rowan’s hands slid up to cradle my face, his fingers threading through my hair as he matched my intensity, his mouth rough and demanding against mine. Every touch, every kiss felt like electricity sparking between us, and I couldn’t get enough.
“Remi,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire as his hands moved to my waist, pulling me close.
“Stop talking,” I whispered, nipping at his jaw, my hands slipping down to his shirt, fingers grazing the hard muscles beneath.
“Bossy,” he teased, his lips curving into a smirk.
“You know you love it,” I shot back, grinning as I pulled him down for another kiss, my hands roaming, exploring, feeling the tension in his shoulders, his chest, every inch of him.
“Maybe I do,” he admitted, his breath catching as I pressed against him, my leg hooking around his thigh, drawing him closer. His hands roamed my back, exploring with a confidence that made my pulse race.
I tilted my head, meeting his gaze with a grin. “You’ve wanted this, haven’t you?”
“Since the moment I saw you in that damn dress,” he admitted, his voice low, his eyes dark with heat.
“Well,” I whispered, leaning up to press my lips to his ear, “what are you waiting for?”
His mouth found mine again, his hands pulling me against him as the last bit of hesitation disappeared, his control slipping as he finally gave in, his lips and hands saying all the things he hadn’t dared to before.
And in that moment, as we melted into each other, I realized I didn’t care about anything else but this—this heat, this thrill, this reckless, beautiful chaos.
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