Faded Into You

By Remmy Duchene

Fighting love is futile...

Ravinder Raja never saw himself as a jealous person, but when his best friend, Alfred, begins preparations to get married, Ravinder can't help feeling alone. While kicking his best-man duties into high gear, he finds a job in India working as the PR rep for a wounded security company. He just wants to get away from all things wedding' until he has to face the music. He never expected Thaddeus Masterson and the way Ravinder's body betrays him when it comes to the sexy ex-hacker.

When he was younger, Thaddeus Masterson got into some serious trouble. But now, reformed and fresh from working with the FBI, he's decided to go back into business for himself—legally. When a friend's company is brought to its knees by hackers, Thaddeus packs his stuff and jets off to India. It's the last place he expects to find love. But, as they say, love always finds a way.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Pride Publishing
• Release date: Nov 1, 2016
• ISBN: 9781786514837

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Faded Into You

ISBN # 978-1-78651-483-7

©Copyright Remmy Duchene 2016

Cover Art by Posh Gosh ©Copyright October 2016

Edited by Faith Bicknell-Brown

Pride Publishing

This is a work of fiction. All characters, places and events are from the author’s imagination and should not be confused with fact. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, events or places is purely coincidental.

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Published in 2016 by Pride Publishing, Newland House, The Point, Weaver Road, Lincoln, LN6 3QN

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Intoxication

FADED INTO YOU

Remmy Duchene

Book two in the Intoxication series

Fighting love is futile…

Ravinder Raja never saw himself as a jealous person, but when his best friend, Alfred, begins preparations to get married, Ravinder can’t help feeling alone. While kicking his best-man duties into high gear, he finds a job in India working as the PR rep for a wounded security company. He just wants to get away from all things ‘wedding’ until he has to face the music. He never expected Thaddeus Masterson and the way Ravinder’s body betrays him when it comes to the sexy ex-hacker.

When he was younger, Thaddeus Masterson got into some serious trouble. But now, reformed and fresh from working with the FBI, he’s decided to go back into business for himself—legally. When a friend’s company is brought to its knees by hackers, Thaddeus packs his stuff and jets off to India. It’s the last place he expects to find love. But, as they say, love always finds a way.

Dedication

For So…

Trademarks Acknowledgement

The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:

Kindle: Amazon, Inc.

1969 Ferrari Dino: Ferrari S.P.A.

Acura RLX: Honda Motor Company

Camry: Toyota Motor Sales USA, Inc.

Omen by Disclosure featuring Sam Smith:

Sharpness: BMG Rights Management, US, LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group

iPad: Apple, Inc.

Twitter: Twitter, Inc.

Instagram: Instagram, LLC

The Antiques Roadshow: WBGH TV; PBS

Skype: Microsoft Corporation

Charosa Selections: Charosa Vineyards

Coke: The Coca Cola Company

Guinness: Guinness PLC

Hootsuite: Hootsuite Media, Inc.

Narnia: C.S. Lewis (PTE.) Ltd.

Facetime: Performance Brands, Inc.

Armani: Giorgio Armani S.p.A. Company

Steve Harvey: Steve Harvey

Hugo Boss: Hugo Boss

iPhone: Apple, Inc.

Heineken: Heineken Brouwerijen B.V.

Molson: Molson Canada 2005

Jaws of Life: Hurst Jaws of Life, Inc.

Chef Morimoto: Fuji Television Network, Inc.

Lincoln Town Car: Ford Motor Company

University of Mumbai:

Spanish Guitar: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Alfred

Oberoi: Oberoi

Chapter One

The gym was empty first thing in the morning, and that was precisely how Ravinder Raja liked it. He hated having guys stare at him when he worked out, some even whistling. The distraction drove him nuts, even with the music on. He got there just after six and was one of only two people there. After spending an hour running on the treadmill and half an hour on weights, he used thirty minutes in the sauna. A quick shower later, he got dressed in his suit and went to the office. Working PR for a small firm gave him little wiggle room to go back home for a proper shower and shave.

His day melted by and when it ended, all he wanted to do was go to sleep. From one media appearance that went sideways to a bunch of files that got corrupted—he just couldn’t deal. But he had plans with Lana, so he couldn’t flake. He walked into his condo and found Lana sitting in the middle of his bed reading her Kindle.

Good evening, lover, she teased. I didn’t make dinner because we’re going out. I’m craving Bessie’s.

Ravinder kissed her nose before setting his laptop and gym bags on the floor then flopping on the bed beside her. I could use a juicy burger myself.

Long day?

You would not believe the day I’ve had. Ravinder sighed. Went to do an interview down at the station. They broadsided me with my boss’ criminal history…

Say what, now?

Oh, yeah. Ravinder sat up. Apparently, Dossier was up on charges of possession when he was nineteen, but it went ‘poof’! The reporter wanted me to tell the public how that happened.

Shit.

"I was mortified and pissed off. I could not believe Dossier wouldn’t have told me that."

Lana set her e-reader down. So, how’d you handle it?

Avoidance. Just told them he was a child then, and that whole deal is something he’s moved on from, so I would not be going into it.

Good man!

Ravinder rose and walked over to his dresser to remove his necklace and watch. Hardly. Then I went back to the office and tore a strip off his ass. I wanted to make sure there was nothing else that would fucking jump out at me.

What’d he say?

Said there was nothing else. I don’t know, Lana. I can’t stay at that company. It’s a good job and it pays well, but I can’t keep working for a man who expects me to bring business to him then hides things he knows the media will find that could hurt said business.

You think he’s lying about something else?

Ravinder turned and rested his hands akimbo. He rolled his shoulders and sighed. Yes. No. I don’t know. But one thing’s for sure, I hate working with someone I can’t trust and who refuses to trust me.

While Lana went back to her book, he took a shower, washed his hair, then shaved. He got dressed in a simple pair of black slacks and a dark blue dress shirt then looked at himself in the mirror before walking out to show Lana. She approved with two thumbs up and a grin.

By the time they made it out on the streets again, it was dark outside. They stopped by Bessie’s for a burger and fries then proceeded to wander the shopping malls until they were closed. Ravinder didn’t really need anything but he wound up with a couple of new pairs of boxers and a shirt. After which, they made a detour out of Bathsheba for ice cream. By the time they got to the nightclub, Fun, the long line outside told them they’d gotten there late.

Hey! Ravinder! the bouncer called.

Did you sleep with him? Lana whispered.

No.

Feng told me you were coming. The man shook Ravinder’s hand. Come on in.

Ravinder exchanged looks with Lana but didn’t complain. It was better than standing in that line for only God knew how long. He thanked the bouncer and escorted Lana inside. But the club wasn’t as much fun as the name suggested. The DJ was horrendous, playing songs that caused the dance floor to have just your typical twinks trying to shake their asses. After about an hour, Lana pulled in close to speak in his ear.

We should go, she said.

He agreed and led her outside. Since she wore heels, he left her by the doors to get the car. When he returned, Lana was trying to get away from some guy who was way too close. Ravinder frowned.

The lady said no, he said, pushing his body between Lana and the drunken fool.

You were in a gay club, so you’re obviously not her boyfriend, the guy slurred. Get to walking, Ghandi.

When the man reached around Ravinder, trying to grab Lana’s arm, Ravinder reeled back and punched him square in the face. He then stood over the man and glared down at him. "That’s where you’re wrong. Unlike Ghandi, I will fuck you up."

Lana pulled his arm and Ravinder reluctantly walked away without kicking the fool in the ribs.

What are parents teaching their kids these days? Ravinder muttered. Why are men such colossal assholes?

Don’t say men—you, Feng and Darius have been nothing but awesome to me, Lana said. But there’s always that one asshat who ruins it for everyone.

Amen to that.

Ravinder took Lana home. He ensured she got into her building then waited until she texted him before he drove off. Lana and Feng were the closest he had to family and he always wanted to make sure they were safe. By the time he arrived home, it was just about one in the morning and, without checking Facebook or the company’s Google Ads numbers, he climbed right into bed. The next day was going to be a long-assed one. It should be something he was looking forward to—more wedding plans with Feng—but he just didn’t feel excited.

* * * *

Ravinder pulled the collar of his coat together and zipped it up. He then wrapped his thick infinity scarf around his neck and pulled his hat on. After sliding his hands into his gloves, he grabbed his keys. With a quick glance in the mirror, he locked the door to his condo then jogged down the hall to the elevator.

The building was all new to him. It was so new that sometimes at night, if he wasn’t paying attention, Ravinder would drive by the place and stop in front of his old apartment. In those moments, all he could do was shake his head, whisper a small prayer of thanks to anyone listening and make a U-turn to his actual home. Never in a million years had he thought he’d be able to buy a condo in his twenties in such a wonderful building, but after he’d graduated and worked for a year, he was able to save up enough for the down payment. He still had a mortgage on it, but the lovely one-bedroom condo was all his.

Humming, he let himself into the underground garage and headed straight for his car. Sure, it wasn’t a 1969 Ferrari Dino like he’d always dreamed of, but the new-to-him Acura RLX suited him just perfectly. He’d bought it from a man whose marriage had failed and he’d had to sell the vehicle and give his wife half of everything. Ravinder had felt bad for him but that was life—right? Even as he slipped into the leather seat and closed the door, Ravinder wondered again what had happened to their marriage. He was curious as to how people could go from loving each other enough to merge all their worldly belongs, to taking the wedding plunge, to fighting each other tooth and nail for things.

Speeding through the north side of Bathsheba and crossing the center of the town pulled heavily on Ravinder’s heart. His car’s previous owner’s dilemma was swiftly shoved to the back of his mind and his own worries jumped to the forefront. Ravinder inhaled deeply and eased his foot off the gas a little once he hit the suburbs. He checked his mirrors and switched lanes to pass a tour bus. They were heading toward the mountains, which didn’t surprise him. Winters brought out the thrill seekers, the skiers and the crazies. Usually, his best friend, Alfred, would be in the midst of it all, snapping pictures of fools who chose to jump off the snow-covered mountain with snowboards strapped to their feet. But Ravinder had a boys’ evening planned with the busy photographer-slash-dancer.

He chuckled, swung a left then a quick right before pulling into the quiet cul-de-sac Alfred lived on with his fiancé Darius Stark. As best man for Alfred at the wedding, Ravinder had duties. From picking out the location, to deciding between a band and a DJ, the wine, the