Page 23 of The Bonus

I run my hand down my face in disgust.

Ugh.

What the hell, that was a complete fucking disaster.

Thank god I’m moving and I never have to see him again.

I picture how cold he was: Do you want me to walk you out?

No.

I want your dick to fall off, that’s what I want, asshole.

How dare he have a good dick!

I’m infuriated.

Rich, handsome, endowed…selfish, motherfucking fuckface.

I glance up, why is it taking so long to get home? Where even are we?

“What’s this way?” I ask.

“I had to take a detour for the accident back there,” Mark replies.

“Oh.” I didn’t even notice an accident, that’s how preoccupied I am. “Okay.” I slump back into the seat and continue my pity party for one.

The car finally pulls up. “Here you go, Grace.”

I frown as I peer out the window. “This isn’t my house, Mark.”

“Mr. Ferrara called and asked that you be dropped back at his place.”

“He did what?”

The door opens from the outside, and Gabriel looks down at me. “Get out.”

“Go to hell,” I spit.

He grabs my hand and pulls me out of the car and I snatch my hand out of his. “Do not fucking touch me.”

The doormen on his fancy building all turn to see the commotion.

“Up. Stairs,” he growls in a whisper. “People are watching.”

“I am not going anywhere with you,” I whisper angrily. “You think you can treat me like that.”

“What did you want? The whole office to know that we just fucked on my desk?” he whispers angrily. “Upstairs now.”

I stare at him, my mind a cluster of confusion.

What?

He grabs my hand and leads me into the building, but I’m too mad to focus on a thing, next minute we are in the elevator, the doors slowly close and we turn to face them.

My angry heartbeat is hammering in my chest, and I rip my hand from his. “Do not touch me, Gabriel. I swear to god, I’m about to lose my living shit with you.”

He smirks, clearly amused. “Anger is an aphrodisiac to me, Grace. I wouldn’t push your luck; my control is hanging by a thread as it is.”

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