The Bad Boy's Back

The Aftermath

After the wedding..

I crossed my arms, as I waited outside in the cold, in the empty parking lot for Rémy to come back from the toilet. Oh, please hurry like, it's freezing and dark and my feet are aching, I thought looking back, still no sign of him.

Shit!, I heard myself say as I turned my head to see where the  laughter was coming from. There were about 3 men, stumbling and falling as they attempted to walk. Must be drunk, oh Rémy, hurry up please, I thought to myself as I looked back anxiously.

"Hey baby!", I heard one of them shout, a man about thirty with dark messy hair and a scruffy beard, approached me, coming closer every second with his pair of minions behind him.

"You got a nice pair of legs wanna share--ah no I think we should just take her with us, what do ye say lads", the drunkards sniggered, grabbing my arm.

"Ah, let's make her feel a bit relaxed, she's very tensed don't ye thi -- a clasped fist belted his forehead before he could finish. "Yeah, who was gonna make her feel fucking relaxed?!", Rémy shouted punching the other two, breaking ones nose, and giving the other a black eye, before grabbing the collar of the man who he had punched first.

"Come on, Rémy, please let's go", I said pulling his arm. He threw the man on the ground and kicked the other one before he walked away, he just needed an excuse to fight. He turned around before we sat down on the motorbike and looked into my eyes, I could nearly swear I've seen those eyes before, "are you okay?", he said worryingly.

What was wrong with this guy? Did he have split personalities or something, one minute he's an ass the next he cares. "Yeah, I'm okay", I said confused.

"Rémy?", I waited for a reply, nothing. "I wanted to say thanks for what you did back there, if you hadn't come on time, I don't know what they would have done to me", I said, again waiting for a response. "Okay", he said tightening his grip on the handlebars.

As we reached my house, I hesitated and then blurted out my thoughts, which I will, later, hate myself for, like I must be crazy if I'm going to ask a boy I just met today and know nothing about, to stay over... Well I am mental so here it goes.
"Rémy, do you mind staying over, please, since Aliza is gone and after what just happened the last thing I wanna be is alone", I blurted out, not getting off the motorcycle as I know if I did he'd leave immediately. "No".

I wasn't going to argue with him so I got off the motorcycle. "One night",  I heard him say, "yes, thank you",  I said trying to hide my happiness. He parked his motorbike in the driveway as I scrambled around in my bag trying to find my keys.

"Welcome to my home! , which it is now, since Aliza's gone ", I said proudly, switching on the lights. Aliza and I had done a pretty amazing job at decorating the house, it almost looked like a showroom. With our white sofas, printed vintage wallpaper and custom made furniture. I'm pretty sure he was impressed as he looked around and observed our handiwork.