Remember Our Song: A Billionaire Romance by South Emma

Author:South, Emma [South, Emma]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2013-09-24T21:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9

Regret. That’s the first thing I felt when I woke up, the first rays of sunlight shining in through the curtainless window through my still-closed eyelids. Sitting there, cold and hard in my stomach like a cannonball and just as impossible to ignore, I eased myself out of bed.

Taking great care not to wake up Jeremy, I quickly gathered my clothes and found a bathroom to get dressed in, already beginning to shiver from the early morning chill in the unheated and unfinished house. A mirror was leaning against one wall, but I could hardly bring myself to look at my reflection there, afraid I would hate the person I saw.

I’d been played, the base urges of my body had been… satisfied to say the least, but without their voices adding to the cacophony of contradictory viewpoints in my mind, this morning was a much more one-sided debate. Jeremy was a handsome, powerful, rich man, he knew it, and I’d let myself forget my promise for a nice view and a recording studio.

Fully clothed once more, I wrapped my jacket around myself protectively, my arms crossed tightly with my hands in my armpits to keep them warm too. I went out to what was apparently going to become a dining room and stared out over the lake trying to figure out just what in the hell I was going to do with myself.

I was still there when Jeremy woke up and wrapped his arms around me from behind. I shied away when he tried to nuzzle my neck, not sure if I should feel angrier with him or with myself, but he didn’t seem to notice the passive-aggressive aura I was trying to radiate.

Jeremy seemed lost in his own little world chattering about all kinds of random topics, including dropping in a line about how we wouldn’t be able to send that one bed back to the furniture company. My eyes widened at that and I clamped my jaws against a torrent of abuse that threatened to spill out, regaining control after a very near thing.

“I think we should go back to L.A. now,” I said.

“Hmmm. Yeah, we’re all out of supplies here. Let’s go.”

I waited at the top of the last rise on what would one day be an actual driveway while Jeremy double checked that he had locked everything on the house and recording studio. Steadfastly refusing to let the undeniable beauty of the lake win me over again, I began walking by myself when I saw Jeremy heading my way, the blankets now stuffed into the mostly empty picnic basket.

With my physical confidence buoyed by the success the previous day, I managed to walk the entire dirt track without grabbing on to Jeremy for support and let myself into the car while Jeremy put the picnic basket into the trunk again. We were just about at my apartment before Jeremy seemed to notice my cold responses.

“Is everything… OK, Bea?”

“I don’t know. I don’t think so.”

“What is it?”

“It’s you, it’s yesterday, it’s everything.

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