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FUMI
I try to scream. But my throat closes from the shock of seeing him, and nothing comes out but a squeak.
What the fuck.
“What the fuck!” My mouth catches up a second after my brain screams it internally. I whirl, yanking a towel so hard that it rips its hook right out of the wall. I turn away, my entire face crimson as I wrap the towel around myself, feeling his eyes burning into my backside.
On the bruises still marring the skin there.
Bruises that he put there…
In an alternate reality, I’d be livid that my boss just walked in on me fresh out of the shower. Or, at least, panicked and horrified.
But then again, this is the same man who had me on my knees and under his complete command two nights ago.
The same man who did things to me I’ve only ever fantasized about. A man who shattered so many walls and hang-ups that I’m still getting up from the rubble and choking on the dust.
I wrap the towel tighter around my torso, hiding my bruised ass away. A shaky breath fills my lungs before I turn, still throbbing with heat as I meet his eyes.
I mean, it’s not like he hasn’t seen it before. But that was then, and there. In another world. A fantasy. Not the reality of my crappy little bathroom off my cruddy little bedroom in my crummy little apartment.
With my dad right down the fucking hall, no less.
“Your father is sleeping.”
I stiffen, my eyes snapping to his and my mouth making an O-shape.
What the fuck. Is he in my freaking head?!
“He…” I clear my throat. “He gets tired.”
I don’t mention the cancer. I don’t want or need Gabriel’s sympathy. From the hard look in his eyes, what I do have is his ire.
I mean, I did just kind of pull that whole fake wife rug out from under him.
I remember the looks on those people’s faces in the front rows of the auditorium. A focus group, for sure. And way in the back, shrouded in shadow, I could see Gabriel sitting there next to the bitchy blonde Meredith person and some other guy. And while I was up on that stage using every trick in my book to charm and wow the focus group, I could sense Gabriel’s eyes boring into me.
Igniting me.
Turning me to ash.
“So…”
“I think you can guess why I’m here.”
Fuck yes.
I resist the urge to scream or jump around, even though I know—I know—from his tone and his look that I got it.
I won.
My pulse races, elation exploding through my veins as I realize what this means for my dad and me. It means getting Takato and his goons off our backs and out of our lives.
But it also means I’m marrying Gabriel.
I swallow, the sobering thought quickly dampening down the freak-out threatening to explode from me in a scream.
