Diavolo Ch 03 - Sex Stories

Diavolo Ch 03

... wild, “We’ll be ridiculed. Your aunt won’t stand for this. She’ll throw me out and I have nothing, Abigail.” Abigail turned her face away, unwilling to hear her mother’s rant again. “You talk to that man, Abby. Dissuade him from this scandalous pursuit. Make him listen to the voice of reason.” Abigail closed her eyes as her mother took her hands and squeezed. “I’ll try, mother. I promise.” “Abigail, I know you’ve always been a good girl, darling, but perhaps in this instance you need to leave your piousness aside and take a more…drastic measure to insure this man forgets your sister and her promiscuousness.” Abigail blinked her tears back, staring at her mother in disappointment. “You want me to lose my virginity to keep you from becoming destitute?” Her mother dropped her hands in angered exasperation. “Really, Abigail, I cannot believe you’ve taken your antiquated beliefs this far. I know a woman shouldn’t delve in immoral behavior, but you’re almost in your thirties for Christ’s sake. Surely, at least one lover wouldn’t have been frowned upon even for curiosity’s sake.” Abigail gaped at her mother. Her own mother was telling her she should…Oh, it was too horrifying to contemplate. She turned away, unable to bear the shame of looking at her any longer. “I’ll do the best I can,” she repeated in a dead tone, even to her own ears. Her mother squeezed her shoulders and kissed her cheek. “I am relying on you, sweetheart.” She heard her mother’s footsteps fade away and she was ...

... now alone on the terrace. A warm breeze caressed her, played with her loose hair. Reaching back, she gripped the loose ends and sighed. Her hair-tie was somewhere out in the front entry. Her life was slowly coming apart. First, Daniel had fallen for Mikayla instead of her. Her heart had been so broken, she’d actually become physically ill for days. Always having been a bit too rounded in the hips and thighs, she lost so much weight her college professors had asked her if she was sick. As the time passed, she’d been content to imagine Daniel happy. It was all that mattered. Love wished no ill and she certainly didn’t begrudge Daniel his happiness, though she was completely broken inside. And now this. Gabriel. He had to be dealt with. He needed to go. She would not allow dear sweet Daniel to suffer because of the wiles of two selfish people. *** Gabriel sipped his glass of cognac, his eyes never leaving Paulina’s face. Daniel went on about the benefits of branching out their genres of music to expand their recording enterprise. “What do you think, Gabriel?” Daniel was saying. Daniel was quiet a moment before leaning back in his armchair and crossing his ankle over his knee. “That sounds reasonable, but I leave those kinds of discussions to my band manager. My real purpose for coming here has nothing to do with Diavolo.” Daniel nodded and sat back in his chair too, his shoulders squaring out. He looked into his own glass of liquor as if for inspiration. “And to what do we owe the ...