God of Temptation

Chapter 29

~Remington~

"Spawn, freaking wake up." My voice cracks as I call out to the guy, my best friend lying in the hospital bed. His eyes have been closed for two days now. I get it, he loves sleeping, but this is enough. He needs to wake up.

I had been hella drunk when Annika shot him. I wish I had been sober enough to intervene or do something, and Creigh wouldn't have been in this condition.
A hand comes from behind, resting on my shoulder. I turn my face, and it's Ariella.

She came yesterday with Alicia after hearing the news. She is Uncle Cole's daughter and exactly like hers. We used to be good friends; however, ever since she started stalking me, I started to distance myself from her. But sometimes it's so hard.

"Remi... It's not your fault," she whispers these words to me. I know it's not my fault, however, I can't stop feeling like I should have done something.

"Remi, it's the way of life. No matter what, you weren't meant to intervene but watch. This was bound to happen, and nothing you could have done would have prevented it. It's how life is. We always look at the past and think 'I should have done this', but how about thinking about what to do next?"

I turn my body in her direction, listening to her.

"If Creigh wakes up, he will go on vacation because he needs to heal. What will you do then, accompany him on his vacations? Or stay here."

Jailbait is helping me forget that he is in critical condition and giving me hope that Creigh will wake up. My breaths that were coming in constricts now slowly start to come in shallow breaths.

However, the bad feeling that he might never wake up remains, "What if he doesn't wake up?"

"Why won't he? Do you think he will leave Annika alone? He won't, Remi. Creigh is going to wake up. He has a lot to do." She says, and these words comfort me that he is going to wake up.

I wrap my arms around Ari because she is the only person who has looked through my calm facade I have been keeping ever since Remi was shot. I hug her because I am shy to say thank you.
Ari takes a sharp breath and hugs me back, starting to pat my back, trying to comfort me.

I place my chin on her shoulder and sway a little. Her chaotic presence brought me calm. Pushing aside all the negative thoughts, I have been having.

"Uh, Remi, I think we should sit down, my back has started to act like a bitch," Ariella quips, her tone laced with comedic pain.

"Oops, my bad!" I stumble back, allowing her the space to straighten up.

The weight of our embrace had turned her into a makeshift benchpress, leaving her spine in protest.

Ariella maneuvers towards the chair, her hand sitting on her protesting back. "Sweet hell," she mutters under her breath, the strain evident in her voice.

Unable to contain a smirk, I saunter over and plop down beside her, strategically positioning ourselves like mismatched puzzle pieces—her back to my front.

With a mischievous grin, I hijack her back-massaging duties, replacing her hand with mine. "Consider this a complimentary spa session," I jest, diving into the role of accidental masseuse.

I put pressure on all of the pressure points. As I slowly reach down and put pressure on the point just above her ass, a quiet moan rips out of her.

Shit!

I know I shouldn't dive into the fire, but I can't.

I press again, lower this time and another moan rips out of her, louder this time.This time I don't ignore her.