62

GABRIEL
I had imagined these particular scenarios with Audrey in the past months when she started working for me – a very much willing and spread-out Audrey on my bed when I would finally claim her body. Her sapphire eyes pleading with me, her hair falling on my face when she rides me, and those fantasies could never compare to reality. My gorgeous angel was staring wide-eyed at me in wonder in the morning. I rolled over the bed.
“Good morning, beautiful,” I murmured and brushed my lips on her forehead. “How many times have I wished to wake up next to you.”
She giggled. “Good morning. Technically, I woke up next to you once.”
I moved my mouth to her rosy cheek before I slid my hand to her jaw. “You weren’t naked before,” I teased, and she laughed once more. The noises she made last night were fucking sexy, and the sound alone made my cock swell and harder than it ever was, and I was hard again now.
I took her soft, sweet lips in a lingering kiss, and my tongue feverishly tangled with hers, and the groans she made last night she reenacted again with the kiss alone. I never thought moments like this would come into my life again as I tried to turn my back on the things that indicated a serious relationship.
I loved Audrey more than the word itself. I’d never felt too damned satisfied and too damned ravenous for more when it comes to women. It’s just Audrey, now and before.
She gasped when I moved on top of her. “Gabriel…”
I laughed softly at her reaction. How easy it was to turn her on. “I wanted to be buried inside of you again, but I’m afraid we still have one more day of the games today.” I trailed my hand on her shoulder, to her breast, down to the curve of her hips, then I gripped her thigh.
Her hips and pelvis lifted off the mattress. “It was so good.” She gulped. “Last night was so good.”
“Hmm. I guess I woke up the little tigress,” I teased.
“I want more.”
I kissed her nose. “You are so fucking sexy when you talk like that. I might not be able to restrain myself, but—” I stepped out of bed “—we’re late.”
As much as I wanted to enjoy the quiet, mellow morning, I still had a fucking interview today. It wasn’t that I was so eager to answer those probably stupid questions. I just wanted to get it over with.
***
Audrey asked me to return to the arena separately because she didn’t want the people to see us together. I understand that she didn’t want them to know about our relationship, but I was fed up with secret affairs. Especially now that I saw Bryan Jameson greeting my angel in a cozy-for-his-own-good embrace.
The only problem I had with that was that I knew Bryan too damned well. He was like me before Audrey came to life again. I deliberately strolled towards them when Carla fucking Garner blocked the way with her cameraman.
“Good morning, Gabriel.” She greeted me with a smile I very much liked to see before she fucked up between us.
I sighed. “Carla.”
“Are you ready? We’re already an hour past our schedule since it’s already ten in the morning.” She checked her wristwatch. “I have a business to attend to back in Manhattan this afternoon.”
I scowled. “Is that my problem now, Carla?”
“It’s not my fault that you’re late.” She glanced in the direction where my eyes were still set. Right now, my sweet angel is surrounded by predators. It wasn’t just Bryan but some of the designers from my creative department with her friend Chelsea.
“Ah, the assistant,” Carla went on. “I see what’s up with you now—”
“Excuse me for a moment, if you please.” I stormed past her and paced toward Audrey. I heard her friend inviting her to come with them tonight for some dinner get-together as I approached.
“Come with us, Audrey. It’ll be fun,” Harvey, my senior designer, told her, and that hand shouldn’t be on her shoulder. “It’s my treat since it’s my birthday today.”
“Um, I don’t think I can—”
“Do you have plans tonight?” he asked persistently.
“No plans yet, but—”
“Then you should come,” Michael Miller, the assistant art fucking director, insisted. That made my blood boil.
I was about to call out Audrey when Carla’s annoying face blocked me again. “Gabriel. If you like, I can just answer the questions I prepared for you myself because, guess what, I know things about you. Your choice.”
I exhaled in frustration, “Fuck! Fine. And so finally I can have peace of mind. Where should we do it?”
She grinned impishly. “Great. We can do it here. I’ll have my men prepare a seat for us. Jim!” She snapped her finger in the air and instructed some men to place those things they were dragging everywhere that seemed to be lounger seats where I was standing. I crossed my arms and scratched my temple. I glanced in Audrey’s direction, and our eyes met.
“So, shall we begin?” Carla asked as soon as she was seated, then crossed her legs.
“For all the trouble, yes, Carla.” I shook my head in disbelief. Why the heck do I agree with this?
“Great! Just so you know, this will not only be published, but the interview will be aired live on the Exclusive YouTube Channel.” She gave a signal to the cameraman to start filming, and the people around us began to gather to watch. And just like the best actor I was, I tried to change my facial expression into a very sweet fucking smile, and Carla began.
“Good morning, Exclusives! This is Carla Garner, and we’re here again for another pleasant, juicy, and of course—exclusive broadcast with our favorite real-life personalities. Today sitting with us is none other than our famous, rich, and handsome ‘new kid on the block,’ the owner of Stark Apparel Inc., Mr. Gabriel Stark!”
The audience around us erupted into a round of applause. They fucking left the game to watch this stupid interview. I waved to the camera and grinned as if this kind of thing pleased me.