Werebear Boyfriend Remi (special preview)

You bite back a snarky smirke. “I know you plenty.”

“Don’t,” Remi jabs a finger out towards you. 

“Oh what?” You tilt your head to your shoulder. “Just because I know the intimate details about you? Or is because-”

Remi hisses and slams his palm down on your desk. “I can fire you, young lady.”

“Fire me, I dare you,” you grin wickedly. 

Remi scoffs. “No.” He looks back down into his steaming mug. “Not even if I had grounds for it.”

You furrow your brow. “Oh really?” You chuckle. “And why is that?”

Remi flinches and his thick brow pinches together. “Just finish up your work and get the hell out of here,” he stands up from the chair. “That’s an order.”

“You’re not the boss of me,” you snap at him as he stomps back towards his office.

He turns to your at the door. “Oh yes, I really fucking am.” He goes inside, closing the door behind himself.

You smirk and finish up your last bit of work before heading home.

On Friday, Remi picks you up at your house that morning. You load you bag into his trunk and then, somehow, manage to scramble and climb into his car that, for you, was two stories tall.

Remi is laughing as you finally get inside and sit down.

“Oh shut up,” you sneer at him. 

“There were steps you could have pulled down,” Remi says.

You glare at him as he starts the car and drives away. 

For the first bit of the trip, you’re both quiet. You just listen to the radio. You can remember flashes of being in Remi’s old car. After getting out of the bar you had kisses and made out in the backseat while a friend of his drove. 

You sigh and shake your head as you try to shake the memory away. Remi’s phone then beeps and once you’re at the stoplight he checks it. 

His lip curls and he huffs. “Why the fuck is she sending me these messages?”

“Hmm?” You hum as you look at him.

“Carmine keeps sending me these cryptic texts,” he growls, tossing his phone back down. “I don’t much care for it.”

You look out the window, having a feeling as to why she has been doing that.

You arrive at the hotel just before dinner. You’re getting a snack from the vending machine while Remi checks in for you. As you’re about to tuck into the bag of chips you got Remi comes up to you cussing.

“What’s wrong?” You ask.

He holds up the card. “They only had me for one room.”

You shrug. “So we have to share a room. Big woop.”

“With only one bed,” Remi snarls.