Diavolo Ch 10 - Sex Stories

Diavolo Ch 10

... Seeing her mother and sister at the apartment hadn’t helped either, especially when he suspected someone from the Montenegro household had tried to run him off the road a little more than two months ago. He didn’t know these people. Didn’t know what they were capable of. All he knew was that Abigail’s mother had played a part in keeping his parents apart so that Paulina could sink her claws into his real father and his money. “Look,” Mike sighed, “just let her cool off. Go over to her job tomorrow, bring her a bouquet, and invite her to dinner. And then do lots of groveling." *** Abigail listened to the soft tones of some random piano piece on Pandora radio as she dug into her gallon of cookies and cream ice cream. She knew it’d go straight to her hips, but she was beyond caring. She hoped she’d get fat so Gabriel would get disgusted and walk away all the sooner. Her heart squeezed painfully at the thought, and her eyes and nose itched as she blinked rapidly, refusing to let herself cry. “I just need to put my foot down. I am not letting anyone else boss me around as if I were an idiot.” Her phone had been dinging and ringing until a few minutes ago. He’d either gotten the hint she wasn’t speaking to him at the moment, or he was on his way back to the apartment again. She was ready if he showed up. Abigail was going to demand he have all those ridiculous surveillance cameras removed, firstly, and secondly, she was going to give him a piece of her mind. How dare he yell at ...

... her in front of the guys from the band. How dare he monitor her whereabouts all the time. It was stressing her out, and it had to stop. She sighed looked down at the half-eaten gallon of ice cream. This wasn’t the answer either. She padded into the kitchen, looking up at the sock-covered camera in the corner with a frown. Abigail had half expected him to come back storming into the apartment for having covered all of them. The night was still young. Putting the ice cream away in the freezer, she took her electronic tablet from the counter and walked back out into the living room. Curling up into the corner of her couch, she typed Diavolo into the search engine in her browser. Immediately, many results popped up; their official website, news clips and You Tube videos. Abby hit images and pictures of the band as well as individual images of Gabriel appeared. One picture of Gabriel had her frowning. He stood, bathed in a cloud of red light and smoke onstage. His hair was plastered around his shoulders and chest, much longer than it was now. He held the microphone to his mouth, face frozen in a scream since the veins and cords of his throat stood out strongly. His upper torso was beautifully bare, but what had her gaping was the fact that his lower half was clothed in a black skirt that came to just below his knees. From there down, he wore black boots with an array of straps from knee to foot. She clicked on the image and saw that it was an image of a video. Curiosity had her ...