Chapter 31
Elen a
I am going to be honest, I have dreamt of Gabriel, multiple times. I have no idea what dreams are about because I have the memory of a goldfish when it comes to my dreams.
I have had sex with him in my mind and God, it was hot, passionate. He wrecked my world in that dream and has destroyed any thought for any other guy.
Not like I had any other guy in my thoughts since he entered my life.
And now this. He leaves me, unsatisfied and alone in our room. I was so close to coming on his thick long fingers that he pounded into my tight pussy but he had other plans.
Maybe I should not have told him that I am close. Maybe then I would still have had my orgasm. I could finish the job myself now but it will not compare to him.
He knows exactly where and how to do it, how to get a woman to the release. With their legs trembling and shaking.
“K?? deli?i.” Asshol e I mumble under my breath. I lift up my dress to not get it stained with my arousal that was still dripping down my leg and go to the bathroom. I find a clean cloth and run it under warm water before I clean myself and change underwear.
I never expected Gabriel to do this kind of shit. He is the kind of guy who never leaves business unfinished but he is also a mysterious guy. No one ever knows what is going on in that huge head of his.
I slip into my heels and close the clasp around the ankle. I take a deep breath before getting up, preparing myself for the dying pain of these heels. They look gorgeous, but they are the most uncomfortable pair I own.
I grab a handbag that goes with the dress from the closet and throw in my phone and mint spray. Not for bad breath but mint helps me prevent a panic attack from happening. It is a method my therapist recommended. I forgot it yesterday so now I am making sure to pack it.
I have something in mind for Gabriel for leaving me like this and anxiety needs to leave me alone for a moment. I cannot be seen to hide in a bathroom again.
The only good thing about hiding in the bathroom yesterday was, I had a gossip session with Zahra Harper. She spilled some beans about her husband. Funny stuff without a doubt.
Time for the plan I just thought of because I am not letting Gabriel leave like this.
He has to pay somehow. I have a strong feeling what one of his weaknesses might be.
No, it is not Mio. I am over her. She has been distant.
For now. ??
***?
I thought too early. Just when I thought that Noa was halfway okay, she becomes the worst during the car ride to the museum where the auction is taking place, same location but much more art to admire today since even more art is being auctioned last minute.
Instead of Gabriel sitting on my left, he was on my right and I was at the end of the car seat row and she was on his right side. Gabriel wedged between us. I kept my silence the whole ride like always. I didn’t have the nerves to talk to anyone.
Gabriel did not talk much either. When Mio was flirting with him and asking him questions, he gave her half answers. Is it normal that I wanted to rip her hand off her body just so that she would stop touching him. I heard what Gabriel said and I think it is fair when he says that I am his then he is equally mine and I am allowed to get jealous when someone touches what’s mine.
“I hate it here.” I say to Charles in the loud and crowded place, who is equally hating it here. He just wants to get this night over with. He has a flight to catch and I am not going to be the one to warn Reneè that her not-fiancé is coming back early.
I am being the worst best friend but I hate to ruin a surprise.
“You are telling me? I am just waiting for the night to be over and I am gone.”
I glare up at him with my arms crossed over my chest. “Are you sure that Reneè still wants you?”
He smirks. “Who wouldn’t want this?” He points to himself. I shake my head. He has the worst ego. Good thing Reneè is not afraid to hurt it.
“You’re right. I am sorry for asking.” I say, sarcasm hiding in my voice.
“No biggie, Lena.”
I scowl. “What are you, a child?”
His smirks fall and he gives me a death glare that I am not used to seeing on him because Charles is powered by the sun. Always smiling and the brightest person in a room.
And Reneè is his moon.
He points his finger at me. “Rude.”
I pout. “Sorry. It’s no biggie, right?”
“I hate you.”
“Okay. Hate me for all you care." I do care but I have started to care less with time if Charles likes me. We weren’t always fond of each other when they dated.
He says I always took away his girlfriend. He took away my best friend. Reneè forced us to resolve the problem by making us hang out. The three of us. Charles ended up being the third wheel, thank God for that.
My body goes rigid when a pair of warm hands wrap around my torso, the tall person who I know stands behind me and the proximity makes a nervous shiver run along my spine.
“What are my wife and brother talking about?” He says in that deep sultry voice, the accent deep there is no way someone didn’t hear it.
“That is my cue to leave.” Charles says and salutes us a goodbye. Before he is out of sight, I watch him grab a champagne glass out of a waiter's tray and go straight to his little sister who is not having a fun time.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath before I turn to him, placing my hand on his chest, just to provoke him. Time to take my plan into action.
“What do you want?” I ask him, an angry look but yet bat my eyelashes at him.
“Can’t I be with my wife?” He smirks.
“Not after what you did today.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. Are you mad?” He teases me and he knows damn well that I am mad but chooses to take the long road.
“Maybe.” I say in the clipped tone he always uses. A smile curls up on the corner of my lips when an idea pops up. “You know I always thought of you as a gentleman but it is making me reconsider. Maybe you are a man with a lack of honour after all.”
He raises his eyebrows in surprise. “Really?”
I nod, batting my eyelashes at him. I move closer to him, my front inches away from his front but I can feel something poking my stomach.
Oh boy he is gullible and I am weirdly turned on.
“Kiss me?” I ask him in an innocent tone.
He doesn’t think for another second and his hand soothes my cheek and he moves closer. “With pleasure.” He whispers on my lips before connecting them in a warm lustful kiss. My usual cold body heats up to his kiss and a blush creep up my cheeks when my mind realises that we are kissing in front of a whole lot of people.
Oh God.
Nerves build up in my body from the public eye watching us and from the feeling of Gabriel’s hand that is resting on my thigh where the open slit is.
I press my lips to a fine line when he pulls away and looks me in the eye with more admiration I have ever seen on him. The look of genuine care and as if he meant the words he said earlier.
I want to be able to kiss him when I want too.
I want to be able to call him mine too just as much as he wants to call me his.
This whole thing might have started as an arrangement to keep his ex-girlfriend away but I think it might have developed into something… real .
I have never smiled so much with anyone as I have with Gabriel. So much that my cheeks burn from the muscles tension.
I have never blushed with anyone as much as I have with Gabriel.
“Is anyone still watching?” I ask n nervously, not sure if my anxiety can handle the attention of that many people having seen us kiss.
“Some of them are watching.” He chuckles as he says the words, his chest vibrates and his lips ghost on my right cheek.
“Good to know.” I answer, a hint of sarcasm in my voice. It is not good to know.
“It’s not, is it?”
“No.” I answered truthfully this time.
“We can leave in a minute.”
“Why not now?”
He turns me around, holding his grip on my waist. “Just for a minute.” He groans as he leans against the table that was standing behind us and presses my back to his front and I might just now know why he wants to wait but I love to play a game or two with him.
I let out a rather loud laugh and hide my laugh with my hand and when I try to move away, he pulls me closer.
“Are you…?” I can barely contain my laughter at the situation I put Gabriel in. I take a short moment to gather myself and lean back, back enough to be able to whisper something to him. “Are you hard?” I will admit - I am turned on because damn is he to rail up.
He looks down at me with a rather mad and dark glance and his fingers dig deeper into my waist.
I step back closer to him and he groans as he digs deeper into my back. “You are a fucking tease.”
I can’t keep it serious and the seriousness I had a second ago leaves and I laugh again. “I am so sorry.”
He just hums in response to my apology; my laughing dies down at his not so wordy response and now it is not so funny anymore. My body goes rigid and fingers twitch on my covered thighs as I feel myself grow nervous suddenly under his touch.
I guess he also has his tricks.