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“You love it.”

Nodding my head, I kiss the side of his face, breathing him in. I smile when Gabriel doesn’t say anything, only his snores filling the air.

23

Gabriel

“I’m home, bitches!” someone screams. Bolting up, my hand presses against my chest, searching around for who just screamed at the top of their lungs. Only the room is empty, besides Tobias lying next to me on his stomach.

“Tobias?” I mumble, reaching over to shake him awake. “Tobias!” I growl, shaking him harder.

“Leave me alone!” he hisses, flopping his head to the other side, ignoring me.

Biting my lip, I debate on it for two seconds before I reach over and twist his nipple, and for good measure, I yank.

“OW, FUckkk. Okay, I’mawake.” Tobias shoves my hand off him. Twisting to lie on his back, he holds his injured nipple while staring daggers at me.

I open my mouth to tell him about the stranger in the house, never getting the chance before someone pounds on the door. “Tobias, wake the fuck up!” the same feminine voice calls through the door.

“Oh, shit,” he mutters, eyes snapping to the door.

“Who’s that?” I ask with venom dripping from my voice. Jealousy courses through my veins. After everything, everything that’s just happened, Tobias has one of his whores here.

“It’s not what you think, Little Rabbit,” he says, swinging his legs off the side.

“Yeah, and what am I supposed to think?” I ask, following him into the bathroom.

Tobias rolls his eyes, fishing out his toothbrush. Giving him the perfect opportunity to ignore me and come up with some plan. That’s not for me. Narrowing my eyes at him, I spin around on my heel, snatching up my sweatpants.

“Fine, you won’t tell me, guess I’ll just figure it out for myself,” I yell, throwing the door open. I don’t see anyone, but that’s fine. It gives me more time to fuel this anger bubbling inside. Because fuck Tobias if that’s what he’s about. I’m not going to just stand here and let him walk all over me, let him fuck around when he said we were dating.

“Gabriel! Wait up!” he yells after me.

“Fuck you,” I spit, racing down the stairs. I hear faint laughter in the kitchen. Fucking bitch.Squaring my shoulders, I march into the kitchen, finding Zane leaning against the counter watching Salem and some chick giggle like a pair of besties.

“Gabriel!” Tobiasyells behind me. Only I’m not having any of it, especially when the three in the kitchen turn and stare at me.

“Oh, wonderful, you must be Gabriel!” the girl says, throwing her wavy chocolate hair over her shoulder.

“I told you to wait up.” Tobias finally catches up to me in the kitchen, standing by my side.

“Is this what you normally like? Brown hair, short females? Is this what you meant when you said you weren’t gay?” I snap, pointing directly at the newcomer.

“Let me ex–”

“I don’t want you to fucking explain to me about your girlfriend. I don’t want to hear about it!” I yell, tears threatening to let loose. “I want to go home,” I declare. I don’t care if someone is after me. Fuck, let them kill me. If it puts me out of my damn misery, then let it.

“Ew.” The girl gags.

“Blake, shut it!” Tobias growls, not daring to look away from me.

“Dude, it's disgusting!” She laughs. I can feel her moving towards me, not stopping until she's standing next to Tobias who's fuming. I don’t know what for. I mean, he’s the one who has his–

“If you don’t shut your mouth right now, I’m going to tell Dad and Mom all about that time you got so drunk–”

“Okay, okay, okay,” Blake snaps, waving her hand to stop him from talking. “Fucking tattletale.” Muttering under her breath she backs off.

“Mom…and Dad?” I nervously bite on my bottom lip again. I swear that thing is going to fall off from how much I bite and destroy it.

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