Diavolo Ch 10 - Sex Stories

Diavolo Ch 10

Gabriel sat silently outside the recording booth. Inside, Ariel played his base line, engrossed in the music. Normally, he’d be right there with the sound tech at the mixing board adjusting the sound and adding his touch to the music. Not today. Gabriel looked at the screen of his phone for the hundredth time. Still no answer from Abigail. Christ. She was consuming his every thought. He wanted her with him. He wanted to sleep, eat, bathe with her. He loved the way she laughed. Loved the sound of her voice, the scent of her, the innocent way her mind worked. She was an angel. His angel…and he’d yelled at her. He’d been so scared when she’d run out of the apartment and left her phone behind, but he shouldn’t have yelled. That was inexcusable and lately he’d been blowing up for any stupid reason. It was those fucking pills. Getting up with a wince, he stalked to one of the bathrooms outside their recording room. He unscrewed the top to the bottle of pills and poured them into the toilet. “Christ! Are you insane? What are you doing?” Michael exclaimed ripping the bottle of pills from his hand, but it was already too late. The white pills floated innocently inside the porcelain bowl. “Clearing my head.” “You’ve been out of the hospital a little over a month. You need those still,” Michael argued, watching in dismay as Gabe flushed the toilet. “Not when they’re turning me into an asshole.” Michael snorted. “You’ve always been an asshole, don’t blame the poor pills.” “Thank you,” ...

... Gabriel deadpanned. Michael shook his head slowly as he tossed the empty bottle into the trashcan in the corner. Gabriel huffed, crossing his arms over his chest as he hung his head, reliving the hurt expression on Abby’s face when he opened his big mouth. “She still won’t talk to you?” Gabe shook his head. “She covered the cameras with something. Socks, I think.” Michael crossed his arms over his chest, taking a deep breath, “Just get her some flowers, and something shiny. Always works for me.” Gabriel frowned at Michael. “She’s not like that.” Michael rolled his eyes. “Get her the flowers, buy her some chocolate, and grovel at her feet. They like that.” “I’ve never had to grovel at a woman’s feet.” Michael grinned and slapped Gabe on the back a few times. “If she means anything to you, you’re going to have to start. In the meanwhile, we’re going to have to call your doctor and get a prescription for some new pain meds. You can’t get through this cold turkey, man.” Gabriel could care less about his pain. Abigail was on his mind. The memory of the way her beautiful blue eyes had widened when he began yelling at her, the way her shoulders had hunched in ate away at him. He wanted to kick himself. Why the fuck did he have to explode like that? Yeah, he’d been terrified when she’d run out of the apartment, wondering if maybe he’d gone too far teasing her. He’d wanted to call, but she’d tossed the phone on the counter before racing out the door and down the steps. He’d overreacted. ...