Diavolo Ch 03 - Sex Stories

Diavolo Ch 03

Paulina couldn’t keep her eyes off him, though he could tell she tried to be discreet. Her face looked wooden, pale, but her eyes…those black orbs glittered full of poison, hatred…there was so much malice in those eyes. During dinner, Daniel regaled them with tales of his many trips around the world, searching for budding new musicians and singers. North Star Records dealt mainly with non-mainstream music. What they lacked in the way of famous pop recording artists, they made up for in an abundance of renowned orchestras and symphonies as well as single artists and singers. “I’d like to branch out and expand our repertoire. It’s the reason my people have been in contact with your representative,” Daniel was saying as he dabbed at his lips with a crisp white napkin. He grinned at Gabriel, his light brown eyes twinkling. “I promise not to mix tonight with business, but later on I cannot promise anything.” Gabriel tried to smile back at him. Lifting one corner of his lip was almost too much effort. “Ah,” Paulina finally spoke up, her eyes boring into Gabriel’s, “what type of instrument do you play?’ Gabriel leaned back in his chair, his chin lifting fractionally, “I play keyboard, any string instruments, and percussion.” The woman’s eyes flicked over him coldly, “Oh, so you read music?” Daniel chuckled. “He reads and composes, mother.” Gabriel narrowed his eyes at her, almost tempted to add that he could add and subtract too. Mikayla snorted, “Mother made us take music lessons ...

... when we were younger. It was just so boring. I’d rather just listen.” Gabriel focused on Abigail. “Do you play anything?” Before she could answer, Paulina stated, “Abigail is quite an accomplished pianist. Naturally not quite as talented as my son, Daniel, but it is a joy to listen to her.” Abigail blushed under his scrutiny. Mikayla only rolled her eyes and sulked, her eyes darting from him to her sister. “She also has a lovely singing voice,” Marjorie Brown added with an indulgent smile at her eldest daughter. Abigail began to imperceptibly shake her head, but her mother pressed on, “perhaps later, she can allow us the pleasure to hear her perform something.” Abigail’s mouth opened in dismay, her eyes imploring her mother. “That sounds like a great idea,” Gabriel said, his eyes never leaving Abigail’s face. When Paulina cleared her throat, he reluctantly glance her way. Whereas before, the woman’s expression was devoid of any outward emotion, now, her lips were pressed together tightly and her brows much lower over her eyes. Gabriel cocked his head at her, daring her to say anything about his obvious display of interest in Abigail. “Mother,” Daniel began, steel in his tone, “Gabriel has asked Marjorie for Abigail’s hand.” Paulina slammed her napkin down on the table. All the females started in their seats. Abigail lowered her eyes to her folded hands in her lap, Mikayla sat back, her eyes keenly interested in what her future mother-in-law was about to say, and Marjorie had ...