AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Don’t think that just because we have house guests, I’m not going to fuck you until you break, Kitten.”
26
GABRIEL
“Oh, and can you pick up some baby bok choy on the way home?”
Jesus. I’m so domesticated it almost fucking hurts.
“For?” I frown.
“For food,” Fumi says over the phone. “I’m cooking dinner tonight.”
“You can cook?”
She laughs, the sweet sound making something swell inside my chest.
Yes, I’ve somehow gotten into the habit of calling Fumi. Randomly. For no real reason. This time it was just to let her know I’m on the way home from the interview I just gave to the Times over coffee. And now I’m heading to the house I share with this woman, who is, apparently, cooking us dinner. For which she needs baby bok choy.
Yeah. So fucking domesticated it’s almost painful. And yet…I wouldn’t change a goddamn thing.
Life is good. Like, really good. Not only am I somehow juggling my work at the firm with all my election obligations, I’m crushing it in the polls. It’s not in the bag yet, but Governor Hall is slowly dropping, and I seem to be on the rise. And I haven’t even used my secret weapon yet.
Then there’s the home front.
Fumi.
For years, I’ve known that there are two sides of me. The dark and the light. At times over the years, those two have been snarling, bitter enemies. Other times, there’s a frosty truce. But right now, for the first time ever, somehow those two sides of me are in perfect balance.
She’s done that.
Because with Fumi, I’ve allowed myself finally to be completely at peace with both parts of me.
She knows the golden Gabriel who charms juries and wins cases. But she knows the monster as well. She knows my darkness as well as my light, and she doesn’t just “accept” both.
She wants both. And she encourages both sides of me to come out.
She wants both Jekyll and Hyde.
“Yes, I fucking cook. Jerkface. Dinner’s in forty-five minutes. Don’t be late.”
“Is it cereal?”
“You’re an asshole.”
My lips curve dangerously. “Such language. Do I need to punish that mouth when I get home?”
Fumi’s breath catches. “Maybe,” she whispers, her voice suddenly husky.
My dick throbs as I get into the back seat of the town car.
“See you soon.”
Trevor pulls away from the curb as I hang up.
“Do you know where to buy baby bok choy?”
He frowns, glancing at me in the rearview mirror. “Sir?”
