Page 65 of Gabriel's Salvation

Gabe

Just them? Or does anyone else wanna see me?

My body buzzes with the familiar electricity it gets every time I speak to him.

Me

Well I'm sure the other guys from work would be happy to see you, too.

I can’t help but smirk, imagining Gabe’s face. He pretends he doesn't, but I know he likes my quick wit and attitude.

Gabe

I don't give a fuck about any of those pricks. Give me one reason to come, and I'll think about it.

I make my excuses to leave the girls and head to the bathroom. Locking the door behind me, I check my reflection, reapply my makeup, give my boobs a little shuffle in my top to make sure they look as big as possible and begin snapping away until I find the perfect selfie. One that makes me look sexy and inviting and hit the send button.

I wait for a few minutes expecting some sort of flirty reply, but when nothing comes, feeling deflated and stupid I decide to head back to the party.

Before long though, the noise and chaos start getting to me so I step away from the crowds of people to just grab some quiet time out front when suddenly someone grabs me and covers my mouth. I attempt to fight and kick whoever is behind me, but go stiff as a board when a gravelly voice whispers, “Such a fiery little cocktease,” in my ear as a shiver runs through my body and I feel my panties going damp. My knees go weak at the dirty words and the voice they belong to.

Releasing his hand from my mouth, he spins me around, kisses me hard, and pulls my body against him.

“What are you doing here?” I pant once his mouth finally releases mine.

“I told you, little flame, I'd come if you gave me a reason to. Now it's my turn to give you a reason to cum,” he laughs as he grabs my hand and pulls me to a dark corner around the side of the house.

He pushes me against the wall and begins kissing me hard. My hands naturally find their way into his thick hair. Refusing to allow him to have all the control, I decide to pull it which causes a deep moan to escape his mouth.

“Such a brat,” he moans as his hand finds its way to my throat and squeezes playfully.

His lips drop to my neck as he releases his hand and begins kissing and nipping at me, before moving his mouth lower to the parts of my chest still exposed in my corset. He attempts to undo the clasps at the front, but I stop him.

“Not here,” I whisper. Despite the fact every part of my body wants to give him exactly what we both want.

“Let's head into the party,” I suggest. I attempt to reach for Gabe’s hand, hoping to walk in, hand in hand. But he pulls away from my touch. I don't get this man at all.

Reluctantly, he follows, but as soon as we get inside, he acts as if I'm invisible. We find Tucker and most of the other guys at the fire pit chatting so we make our way over. But other than pulling me and silently demanding I stand at his side, he makes no attempt to involve me in the conversations.

“So, have you asked out that girl from the coffee shop yet?” Tucker asks one of his friends.

“No, but I swear to god if I buy any more coffee I'll give myself a heart attack,” the man, Jack, I think his name was, laughs.

“Fucking pussy,” Gabe replies back coldly.

“Oh yeah, and when was the last time you asked a girl out, huh Satan?” Jack jokes back.

“Never, I don't ask girls out; I'm not a pussy. I just fuck ‘em,” he replies emotionlessly.

His words cut me like a knife. I'm standing right here, and he has to say this shit?!

“Oh really? You just fuck them do you, Gabe?” I snap back.

I see the realization finally register on his face, but I don't care. “And that is why you're gonna end up sad, alone, and riddled with STIs,” I fire back before storming away. Don’t cry, don’t cry. He’s stupid and not worth it!.

I hear quick footsteps behind me and stupidly hope it's Gabe chasing behind to apologize, but when I turn around it's Nate instead. “He’s a fucking dick, Riley. I know that you know that, heck, even he knows it. But he does care in his own weird fucked up way. He especially cares about you.” Nate offers with a warm smile on his face.

“Well, he certainly has a funny fucking way of showing it,” I snap back at him, as I desperately try to hide how hurt I am.

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