Diavolo Ch 07 - Sex Stories

Diavolo Ch 07

... man looked furious. Michael slid from his stool and set the guitar down. Abigail wasn’t sure if he made some sort of signal to the others, but Ariel was the first one to walk out after grabbing a beer for each hand. There was arguing by the drum kit. Apparently Angelo didn’t want to budge. He got up because Michael grabbed him by the back of his shirt an hauled him toward the stairs. Angelo gave Gabriel the stink eye, pointing at him with one of his drumsticks as he was dragged up the stairs. Gabriel curled one side of his lip and snarled. Abigail turned back to him, arms crossed over her breasts. Gabriel just leaned back, thumb flicking a switch on the microphone. There was nothing but silence between them now. “Is there a problem, Mr. Raven?” she asked haughtily. Gabriel shrugged. “So Daniel called and you went running?” She frowned at him. “Daniel didn’t call me.” “Oh?” “No. It was Mikayla. You heard me talking to her.” “And what did she want?” Abigail just stared at him. Why was he interrogating her? She didn’t like it one bit, especially his tone and attitude. “That’s personal family business,” she replied. If anything, his eyes grew icier. The green so pale and the pupil so wide and black, he reminded her of a big cat about to kill its prey. He looked away, a tendon in his jaw ticking. She took the opportunity to look around as well, her belly feeling leaden with dread. She didn’t want to fight. She didn’t like it. Her heart was racing and her palms were sweaty. She ...

... wanted to collapse into his lap and touch him. Erase all this bad situation away with his kisses. “I’ll get the guys to clear all this stuff out. We’ll be out of your hair in less than an hour.” Her heart sank further. “’Kay,” she answered stupidly. Her eyes burned, but she blinked them hard. Not knowing what else to do she began heading toward the stairs. Rafael burst into the lounge through the glass doors, his tightly curled hair a wild mess and eyes glittering. “Damn, Gabe. You have no fucking idea how hard it was for me and my buddies to locate your fucking house. Good thing Rick recognized your boat, man. Hey, Abs!” He planted a hard kiss on her cheek as she just stared at him dumbfound. “What’d I miss? Mike said you were inspired and writing some new tunes. Three songs so far.” “I’m sorry,” Abigail said gripping his arm. “Did you say…Gabe’s house?” Rafe laughed, but then his eyes widened as he looked at Gabriel. Abigail felt a wave of cold dread wash over her. She turned to see Gabriel looking at Rafe, wide-eyed as well, before sliding a very guilty gaze back at her. All this time she’d been living and sleeping in Gabriel’s house? He was paying her? The horror of it floored her. Had he tricked her into living here to make it easier for him to seduce her? And he was paying her…as if she were a whore? “Oh-god,” she whispered, closing her eyes as a wave of dizziness overtook her. “Easy, Abs,” Rafe exclaimed gripping her arms. “Abigail,” Gabriel called out. “It’s nothing. ...