34. Ghazi wants Remy

I couldn't believe that I stupidly made him feel insecure about himself. Remy was gorgeous and I didn't realize that underneath that cool composure, he was sweet and fragile at the same time. This was Oscar all over again. And I'd be dammed if I treated him the way I treated Oscar.

Needing to feel him tucked safely under me, I wrapped him in my arms the second we reached my bed. My new bed. My new penthouse apartment. Because after Oscar, I needed to forget about what we had and everything that could be between us. I needed to let him go. I know that he was doing okay in London, I had eyes on him. That was when I finally decided to move on after Oscar. I needed him to be safe. I owe him that.

But right now, Remy was making me remember the one person who got away, all over again. The sweet lovely person in my arms burrowed deeper and his hand curled my shirt as if he didn't want to let me go. He was badly shaken, I can see it in his eyes. Someone in his past made him th