Diavolo Ch 10 - Sex Stories

Diavolo Ch 10

... clicking on the video to watch. It was a live performance Diavolo had done in Finland. The music swelled and the crowd went wild. Guitars wailed and the bass thundered in tune with Angelo’s drums. Gabriel strutted up and down the stage, his voice sometimes guttural and raspy, other times ringing out clear and almost operatic. He had an amazing range and unique quality that frankly had the fine hairs on Abigail’s body rising in awe. She watched, her mouth watering as he performed. His stomach would pull in, ribs work to help him expel that powerful masculine voice, so deep and beautiful. It was mesmerizing to hear and watch him perform. Suddenly she was missing him, craving his warmth. Giving him the silent treatment was infantile and silly. They just needed to talk. Methodically, she went around the apartment and removed the socks from the cameras. When done, she picked up her phone and listened to his messages. Though he’d called seventeen times, he’d only left three messages. The first made her cringe. “Abigail, pick up the phone, damn-it.” The second message had her eyes welling. “Abby, please. Just pick up. I’m sorry okay. I just…” he sighed. “Baby, just pick up, please.” The third had tears coursing down her cheeks. “I don’t want to do this over the phone, but since you refuse to talk to me…” He huffs out an impatient breath. “Look, I know it’s no excuse, but I was scared, okay? You just hung up on me, and ran out and left your phone. I didn’t know if you’d gotten pissed ...

... or insulted…You’re just different than what I’m used to, Abs. I do shit that wouldn’t normally bother a chick, but with you it’s different and I need to learn what my boundaries are with you. I didn’t mean to offend you with my little strip tease, baby. I mean—Jesus—we’ve showered together a couple of times already. I didn’t think it’d be a big deal, but I’m sorry, okay? Abby, come-on. Talk to me. Just call or something. I’m done trying here. I don’t want to back you into a corner so I’m leaving it up to you now. Let’s just talk, baby. I miss you and…damn,” another heartfelt sigh. “I’m hurting here, baby. I…I really-really love you, Abigail Rose Brown.” That had been about two hours ago. Hands trembling, she marked his number. It rang and rang and just before she was about to click it off before it went into voice mail, loud music sounded on the line. “Hello?” a woman’s voice laughed. Abigail blinked in confusion and stared at the screen. It was the right number. Gabriel’s number. “Hello?” the woman said again in an impatient tone. “Um, where’s Gabriel?” Abigail asked wondering whom she was talking to. “Honey, you’re gonna have to speak a little louder. It’s a mad house here,” the woman said loudly over the pounding heavy metal music in the background, as well as shouts and laughter. “Gabriel,” Abigail all but shouted. “Where is he?” “Is this Abigail?” Suddenly, Abby realized it was Diamond, his manager. “Yes. He was trying to call me earlier.” Diamond laughed. “They were in ...