God of Temptation

Chapter 6

⚠️ explicit content ahead ⚠️

~Remington~

I stumble upon Ariella and Jayden, deep in chat like they're on the brink of solving world hunger or something. But here's the kicker: seeing them face to face makes me feel like I've swallowed a lemon whole. It's like my chest turned into a vise grip. My chest goes from 'ahh' to 'ouch' in a heartbeat.

Now, why in the name of all that's unreasonable does that even bother you, Remi?

Those two could be discussing the best way to boil an egg, but for some reason, it's setting off alarm bells in my brain! What's the dealio with that?

I stand there, enduring what feels like five eternities while they continue their verbal marathon. Seriously, Remi? Teaching someone to boil an egg doesn't warrant a TED talk. My hands tremble, curling into tight fists, leaving impressions on my palms as I open them again. The urge to storm in and pummel that little jerk until he can't recognise his own face grows stronger. Perhaps introduce him to the underground fight scene and let Spawn give him a makeover. The sheer ridiculousness of my violent thoughts both terrifies and amuses me.

I freeze for a moment, stunned at the storm of rage swirling inside the typically laid-back Remi, all because of some guy talking to the girl who's fixated on me. What's wrong with you, Remi? Jealous? I scoff internally, vehemently denying the thought.

Out of nowhere, a voice sneers behind me, "Denial is a river in Egypt, your husband is gay. Oh Mickey, you're..." I whirl around, prepared to confront the insulter, only to find a passerby's head dug in his phone. Jerk. A twisted grin plays on my lips at the bizarre coincidence.

My eyes catch the fire alarm, and a reckless, angry notion floods my mind. Without a second thought, I stride over and unleash the alarm. Its shrill cry echoes, and through the window, I spot Ariella approaching. My breathing steadies momentarily. Then, when Jayden clasps her hand, crimson fury clouds my vision. It engulfs me, urging me to unleash havoc. I can't fathom this reaction. That's precisely why I steer clear of Ariella-she stirs up emotions she has absolutely no business provoking. She literally creates more chaos than a clown at a funeral.

I sprint towards the room, feeling a weighted ball lodged in my gut, seeking Ariella like she's the Holy Grail. Bursting through the doors, I grab Ariella's wrist, shooting Jayden with a glare that could incinerate. He might be Uncle Daniel's brother-in-law, but in this instant, I'd gladly challenge him and won't even regret it over breakfast tomorrow.

Dragging Ariella along, she radiates heat, scorching like a furnace. My touch feels ablaze. Electricity crackles down my spine, culminating in my dick. Shit! I'm getting turned on in the heart of the university, before my first class, just by touching a girl's wrist. Not any wrist-Ariella Nash's wrist. If Uncle Cole catches me now, he'll enroll me in the military boot camp.

As my mind begins to settle, realization dawns. I've just shattered my meticulously crafted 'I don't care' facade in front of Ariella. Damn it, Remi! I rake a hand through my hair, tousling the meticulously styled strands, oddly unfazed by the disarray. Looks like my hair's joining the rebellion against my self-control.

I whip around, a surge of fury ignites within me like a blazing inferno. The facade's obliterated, and I'm ready to confront whatever consequences follow, even if it means dealing with Jailbait. I'm beyond caring about the fallout; right now, she's going to feel the full force of my wrath for pushing me to this point.

~Ariella~

Remi halts abruptly, closing the distance between us as he spits out, "What the fuck, Ariella."