God of Temptation

Chapter 61

~Ariella~

"Remi, how much longer are you going to be in there?" I spritz some perfume on myself, realizing we had only fifteen minutes left to get to Ava's birthday venue, yet Remi seems to be taking longer than a girl takes to get ready.

Putting down the perfume, I bang on the door impatiently. "Come on, hurry up already!"

The door swings open, revealing Remi with a mischievous grin that makes my heart flutter. "Miss me?" he teases, and despite my annoyance, I can't help but feel a rush of affection for him.

Struggling to maintain my stern expression, I retort, "Don't forget we're running late, and you're not even dressed yet."

Remi let out a dramatic sigh, as if I was the unreasonable one. "Relax, ma tarte mignonne."

"What kind of nickname is that?" I quip, raising an eyebrow at him.

"Do you not like it?" he teases, clearly enjoying getting a rise out of me.

"No, I actually love it, my pumpkin," I reply, pinching his cheek playfully, earning a mock glare from him. "My sweet tart," I continue.

"Now, if you're finished, how about you get dressed so we can get going, honey-punch?" I fight to suppress a smile threatening to break through.

"You're so cheeky," Remi pouts, but he begins buttoning up his shirt, nonetheless.

My phone buzzes, and I assume it is Ava calling to hurry us along. I grab it, ready to answer, but it is an unknown number. Taking a chance, I answer, "Hello?"

"Hi, Ariella. How are you?" The voice at the other end is unmistakable, four months later and I still haven't forgotten it, even if I was drugged at that time.

My mood darkens instantly. "What do you want now?" I ask, my voice edged with bitterness.

"Oh, come on, don't be so bitter. We had a good time," came the infuriatingly casual reply.

Good time my ass!

"Damn you, Markov. Spit it out," I snap, my patience wearing thin with his games.

"Fine, I apologize," he says, his tone laced with amusement.

"For what exactly?" I ask, I never took him for a guy who would apologize.

"For kidnapping you, for drugging you and then not feeding you. In my defense I didn't know you were anemic. But I am still sorry." There is sincerity in his voice, so I accept it. However, there was always a question in my mind, why didn't he finish what he started.

"Why didn't you take the revenge?" I ask, hoping he would answer.

"For that idiot? I wasn't going to take revenge in the first place. His brother was annoying me, so i just decided to threat to get him to shut up."

I stay silent, because seriously, is there something wrong with his head?

"So, apology accepted?" He quips again.

"Accepted." With that I end the call, refusing to engage any further with this guy. My anger escalating. The fuck he used me to get the annoying guy of his back.

"Who was it?" Remi's voice brings me back to reality. I sweep a gaze over him. He is wearing his favorite white button down, with black slacks and coat on top. His brown hair is styled slick back exposing that hot forehead. My anger goes away as I stare at the beauty in front of me.

I stalk towards him, winding my arms around his neck. The smell of his sandalwood and citrus calming my nerves. "No one important," I whisper as I take his lips between my teeth, nibbling at his lower lips, eliciting a groan both from me and him.