Diavolo Ch 05 - Sex Stories

Diavolo Ch 05

... him. “I haven’t decided yet.” “I might know of a place that’s available to rent.” Abigail snorted. “I most likely wouldn’t be able to afford whatever you have in mind.” “What price range were you looking for?” he asked, determined. “Less the fifteen, I guess.” His brows shot up. “Fifteen grand?” Abigail rolled her eyes. “Of course not. Fifteen hundred, and even that’s a bit steep. I still haven’t gotten a job so I’m not sure how much I can afford yet. I’m just shooting for something inexpensive for now.” Gabriel tipped his head to the side in consideration. “Well, this place I know, the owner is looking an in-house housekeeper. You’d be paid to live there and keep up the place.” Abigail blinked at him. It sounded too good to be true. “And who is the owner of this place?” Gabriel’s eyes grew cool. He shrugged, “Someone I know. I can tell Mike to take you by the place and show you. He has the key.” Abigail frowned. “Well, I’m not sure I’d feel comfortable living in someone else’s home. I wanted a place for myself.” “Trust me. This dude won’t be back in a while. By then You might be able to secure yourself a job and find something you really like instead of going through your savings as I’m suspecting you’re planning to do. Right?” Abigail bit her lower lip and nodded after a while. “I guess I can think about it.” “Good. Now lower the damn rail and sit with me. I missed you.” She gripped the straps of her purse again and swallowed. “Gabriel, we need to stop this farce already.” ...

... He frowned. “Farce?” She bobbed her head up and down. “Yes. I’m not your girlfriend. If you wanted to get back at Mikayla for lying and tricking you, I assure you she has learned her lesson. Daniel and she are already putting the finishing touches on their nuptials as we speak. There’s no need to pretend you like me anymore.” Gabriel’s eyes were the darkest shade of emerald as they held hers. He licked his lips slowly. “But, Abby… I do like you, a lot.” Abigail’s jaw dropped. “No,” she whispered. “Yes,” he reiterated, face more serious than a heart attack. She shook her head, her hat tipping off her head to fall at her feet. Her long braid fell over her shoulder drawing Gabriel’s smoldering gaze. She laughed nervously. “You can’t possibly be serious?” He frowned now, eyes going back up to stare intently into hers. “I’m serious, Abigail. I really like you. You’re sweet, untainted by all the hype that surrounds me and you’re… you’re real. I love that.” “I’m different,” she said without an ounce of emotion. His eyes became wary again. “Yes. Different.” She walked over to the railing and reached up to undo the ties to her sundress. His eyes widened, pupils widening enough to almost swallow the glittering green irises. “So that’s why you want me? Want to peel off my clothes and have your way with me?” her fingers slipped into the bodice of her dress to pull it down slowly, exposing an inch of the top swell of her breasts. Gabriel’s eyes were glued to the movement, his Adam’s apple ...