"Yoli went on a perfectly ordinary date, and next thing we know, you''ve got her


    drunk and brought her here. You im you didn''t do anything to her, yet she beat you up and then jumped out of a window? Does that sound logical to you?" Lizetta narrowed her eyes, scrutinizing Cassius.


    She wasn''t buying Cassius''s story for a second. He was definitely trouble.


    Cassius, on the other hand, was furious. He pointed to the bump on his forehead. "I''ve got the bruises to prove it! Look at my head, and there are more on my body!"


    With that, he abruptly stood up and tore open his shirt. Earlier, in the room, Ynda had kicked him hard in the chest, making him fall off the bed and hit his head.


    "Who do you think you are, shing around like that?" But just as Cassius tugged open his shirt, a pillow came flying at him.


    It was Remington, who had rushed past and covered Lizetta''s eyes, pulling her into his arms. "Don''t look, it''ll hurt your eyes," he said yfully.


    Lizetta found herself enveloped in Remington''s familiar scent. He had jumped into the pool to save someone earlier and hadn''t had time to change. His clothes were still damp, and through them, she could feel the warmth of his chest. Her breath caught for a moment.


    "I... I didn''t see anything," she mumbled.


    Remington ran a hand through Lizetta''s hair, a smile ying at his lips, and whispered in her ear, "Good girl."


    Cassius had stood too quickly. As he fumbled with his robe, Remington''s nudge sent him sprawling back onto the couch, causing his bruised chest to throb painfully.


    ring at Remington, Cassius felt like he''d just been hit with a ton of bricks. Especially whenpared to Remington''s current disy of affection, Cassius felt like kicking them both out of his vi.


    But he didn''t dare. Under the weight of Remington''s warning re, Cassius grudgingly pulled his robe closed, tying it tightly around him.


    Still fuming, he muttered, "Remi, could you please show a little consideration for my feelings and act like a human being?"


    Lizetta nudged Remington at that, and he finally let her go. Pulling her down to sit beside him on the couch, he said, "Cassius probably isn''t lying. He does have a fresh bruise on his chest."


    Cassius felt a bit vindicated. At least Remi believed him and was speaking up for him.


    "See? I''ve been wrongly used! You owe me an apology!" Cassius demanded, ring at Lizetta.


    Cassius had never been pped by a woman before. If Remington weren''t here, he would have...


    He was mentallyposing a tirade when a swift kick brought him back to reality.


    "Who''s apologizing to whom?" Remington''s long leg had found its mark, and Cassius''s brief moment offort shattered.


    "Remi, I didn''t do anything to


    Ynda, but my face-look at this et


    Shan


    handprint! She left it there. Doesn''t owe me an apology?"


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    Lizetta looked at Cassius and huffed. "I''m not apologizing."


    Regardless of whether Cassius had done anything to Ynda, Lizetta had long wanted to give him a piece of her mind for his past behavior toward her.


    Remington nodded in agreement. "Yeah, no apology."


    "Remi!" Cassius was incredulous, while Remington simply raised an eyebrow at him.