Diavolo Ch 05 - Sex Stories

Diavolo Ch 05

... sexy at the same time. Darn him. “Look,” he murmured fiddling with a fold in the sheet draped over his lap, “I’m sorry. It’s just that… yesterday…” He took a deep breath, finally looking up at her, eyes guarded. “I woke up after the surgery thinking you’d be here, but you never showed up. Guess I was feeling a bit sorry for myself. I shouldn’t have snapped at you that way. I’m sorry.” Abigail let out a pent up breath. His apology had her heart melting like a scoop of ice cream on a hot summer sidewalk. Oh-no, Abigail— she admonished herself. Do not fall for him! “You need a shave,” she said trying to change the subject. His lip kicked up at the edge. “I can’t shave one-handed, not unless I want to peel part of my cheeks and throat off.” He gave her a slow blink. “Want to do it for me?” Abigail’s cheeks turned hot. “Shouldn’t that be the nurses’ job?” His smile fell, replaced by a frown and eyes turning away from her. “It’s bad enough the take liberties when bathing me. The least I can do is keep them out of my face. I’d rather grow a long beard than have them trying to kiss me too.” Abigail felt indignation roll through her. “Liberties? My-god, Gabriel. Are some of the nurses molesting you?” Gabriel looked at her coolly. His sculpted shoulders rose in a shrug. “I’m a rock star. That type of attention comes with the territory.” Abigail shook her head, refusing to accept that. “You’re hurt and in their care. They need to respect and care for you, not treat you like some prime ...

... cut of man flesh they can ogle and touch at will.” Gabriel smirked, one inky brow rising into a peaked arch. “Prime cut of man flesh?” She choked on her own breath, avoiding his piercing gaze. “Is that how you see me, baby?” he purred. She needed to leave. He was too potent for her. Way out of her league. She didn’t understand his fascination with her, but was sure it was most like due to the hit on his head. Before the accident he’d been bent on using her for revenge. Either way, she was heading to heartbreak with him as soon as all this blew over and he went back to his normal life of being a rock god. Diamond had assured them all that she was just the flavor of the week, obviously much like Mikayla had been. “Abigail,” he snapped. She flinched and looked at him. He stared at her, eyes wary. “You okay?” “Yes. I’ve gotta go.” He was shaking his head, eyes wide, hand going out to try to grab her. She stayed out of his reach. “If you wouldn’t mind giving me Anna Maria’s number. I’d promised her I keep her abreast of how you were doing.” His hand stretched farther toward her, eyes pleading. “Why are you leaving? Where are you going?” She stood taller, taking a deep breath and pasting a smile on her face. “I’m going apartment hunting.” “You’re leaving the Montenegro estate?” His hand gripped the metal railing she’d pulled up between them. “Yes. I think it’s better if I live on my own.” His brows furrowed. “Uh… that’s great. Where are you looking to settle down?” She blinked at ...