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Her mouth falls open, her brows knitting as she barks out a cold laugh.
“Are you serious? You think me and Felix?—”
She chokes as I surge into her, my hand wrapping around her throat and backing her up against the wall of windows overlooking Fifth Avenue.
“I want you to tell me right the fuck now what there is or ever fucking was between you and that little fucker,” I snarl.
Fumi stares at me. “You’re insane, do you know that?”
“Answer. The fucking. Question,” I hiss. “Did he ever once?—”
“No!” she snaps. “Not that it’s any of your business?—”
“Oh, believe me, it is.”
“Like hell it is,” she fires back, her eyes flashing. “But no. We kissed?—”
She gasps as I pin her hard against the glass, my teeth bared. Fumi swallows, her throat bobbing unsteadily as her eyes lock with mine. It’s not fear on her face. It’s not that she’s afraid I’m going to snap and do something awful to her.
She’s getting a peek at my monster.
And I know damn well she likes it.
“We kissed,” she blurts. “Once, for literally three minutes. I was drunk?—”
“How drunk.”
She bites her lip, her eyes sliding away for a moment before coming back to me. “Not that drunk. Not like…I mean, he didn’t…” She swallows. “I was in control, okay? It was just stupid.”
“Any more boyfriends I should know about?” I growl.
Her face flushes scarlet. “No.”
“What about skeletons in the closet?”
“No! Gabriel, I?—”
“Not even the kinds of skeletons that come from notorious Yakuza families who changed their names after they got to the US?”
Her face pales and her throat bobs again heavily as her eyes go wide with panic.
“Fuck you,” I snarl, whirling away from her. “Are you fucking kidding me? I’m running for Governor, Fumi! Not captain of some pickup basketball team!”
“I know?—”
“Do you?!” I roar, whipping back to her. “Because I’m now chained to a woman whose father is the Al fucking Capone of Japan!”
“Fuck you!” she throws back at me. “You’re the one who?—”
“Who what, Fumi?!” I roar back. “Who coerced you into cheating your way through an interview so you could swing a focus group in your favor?!”
“Oh, fuck off! Like you didn’t want me!” She laughs coldly. “Like you wanted anyone else.” She sneers at me. “You’re the one who wanted a willing little whore on her knees?—”
“Your words.”
I flinch when her palm slaps my face, hard. Instantly, she pales in horror when she realizes what she’s done.
“Gabriel—”
