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Michael looked back at me. “And don’t look at me,” he said, grinning. “When I meet the right woman, I’m going to conk her on the head, drag her to the closest church and make her my wife before I knock her up with millions of my babies.”
I was so mad at Gabriel for involving his family in our drama, but I couldn’t help but laugh at Michael’s ridiculous statement. “A million kids are a lot, don’t you think?”
“If I love her, not at all,” he answered, sincerely.
Suddenly, this was too much. I looked over at Gabriel. “Can we talk? Privately?”
There was a chorus of objections from his family before Gabriel said, “Okay.”
He walked over, grabbed my hand in his, and led me to the bedroom. Gabriel shut the door behind us and turned towards me. “What’s up?”
“I’m not sure what,” I gestured towards the door, “all that is out there, but…we’re getting a divorce, Gabriel, not planning a wedding.”
He stepped towards me until I was forced to step back or get stepped on. When my back hit the wall, he said, “Give me one good reason why we should get a divorce, Justice. Just one.”
Chapter 16
Gabriel~
I stared down at her waiting for her answer but knowing nothing she could say would make a difference. Even if Michael’s plan didn’t work, there was no way I was letting Justice divorce me.
Justice planted her hands on her hips and glared up at me. “How about the fact that you don’t love me?”
It felt like I was grinding the enamel clean off my molars. “When have I ever said I didn’t love you?”
Her eyes widened. “You bastard!” she seethed. “Just last night I asked if you loved me and you said no.”
I stepped to her and loomed over her, making sure her focus was on me and my next words. “No,” I corrected. “You asked me if I loved you the same way you loved me, and I told you no.” Her brows rose and her head twitched, indicating that I had just confirmed her accusation. How wrong she was. “I don’t love you the way you love me, Justice. I love you far beyond what you could ever comprehend.”
Her eyelids started blinking at an insane pace as she looked up at me in shock. After a few seconds of silence, she stuttered, “Ww…wha…what?”
I reached up and cradled her face in my hands. “I fell in love with you three days into that stupid American History project when we were 15 fucking years old, Justice. I fell in love with you when we were 15 years old and have been in love with you every fucking day since then.”
I didn’t know what I was expecting, but what happened next, wasn’t it.
Suddenly, Justice turned into someone I’d never seen before, questioning every time I thought I could read a person and know what they were about.
Her small fists came crashing against my chest. Her screams held no regard for the fact that my family was down the hall. Her sobs were genuine, and her anger was real.
Very real.
“No!” she wailed and shrieked. “You don’t get to do that!”
I tried to restrain her hands, but she was everywhere. “Jus-”
“No!” she screamed again. “You do not get to stand there after everything and dare to tell me you love me! You don’t love me. There’s no way you could possibly love me!”
Now I was getting pissed. “Why the hell not?” I yelled back.
“Because you don’tknowme!” she ranted, not caring if her voice was carrying or not. “You know nothing about me, Gabriel. Do you know my favorite color? My favorite food? Where I work? Do you know my favorite movie? If I’m allergic to anything? What my parents’ goddamn names are even?” Every word out of her mouth was like the lash of a whip. “Do you know what my favorite flower is? Or what a day at work is like for me? Do you even know what I do for a living?”
“Jus-”
“No!” she repeated. “You don’t know anything about me other than how I like to be fucked, Gabriel!”
I snatched her by her arms and shoved her against the wall. “That’s enough!”
She tried to shake off my hold on her, but she was unsuccessful. “It’s true,” she raged. “All you know about me is how much dick my body can take before passing out. You’re not in love with me, Gabriel. You’re in love with my pussy. Well, guess what? You can just go and fall in love with someone else’s pussy, because I’m done with you!” And just when I thought it couldn’t get worse, she fanned her hand in front of my face. Her motherfucking rings were missing from her finger. “And as soon as the divorce papers are signed, I’m going to be doing my best to fall in love with someone else’s dick!”
