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How can I?
Even though Gabriel is a good man, he still has that Prince blood running through his veins.
When I return, Loretta has a rack of dresses ready for me. The one I like is not on it.
“I’m back,” I say.
“Perfect,” Loretta says with a smile. “This is your changing room over here.” She points to a white door with “Fantasy Suite” written on it. “This is where all your fantasies come true.” Gabriel smirks. “And you can just keep trying on as many as you like.” She opens the door and hangs a few dresses inside. “And just let me know if you need any help.”
“Thank you. I will.”
“Go try them on,” Gabriel urges.
I sequester myself in the large dressing room, and slip out of my sundress. The first gown, I nickname ‘Ruffles.’
It’s a white poofy mess and my head looks tiny sticking out of the top of this thing. I can barely move, and it reminds me of a giant marshmallow.
I crack the door open. “I’m not coming out in this one,” I call out of the room.
“Can’t be that bad. Let me see,” Gabriel says back.
I take a deep breath. Here comes the bride, all dressed in lies. I step out of the room, and Gabriel takes one look at me and laughs.
“Yeah, that’s not the one. You look like a cloud.”
“Isn’t it bad luck for the groom to see his bride in her wedding dress before the wedding?” Loretta asks, reappearing with a chastising tsk in her tone that we are breaking tradition.
My eyes meet Gabriel, and for one split second I forget this wedding is already doomed with the divorce date set in stone. Bad luck couldn’t ruin our marriage even if it tried.
“It’s fine. We’re not superstitious.” Besides, these aren’t the one I want anyway, so if Iweresuperstitious, and weweren’tdoomed, I’m good.
Loretta chews the side of her lip and then lets out a little sigh. “Ok. I’ll be near, if you need me.”
“Thank you,” Gabriel says. “We’ll let you know.”
She leaves and Gabriel’s eyes meet mine. “Let me see the next one,” he says.
I turn back, re-entering the luxurious dressing room. Before I can shut the door, Gabriel’s foot keeps it from closing.
“Let me help you,” he whispers, sending chills racing up and down my spine. “My cock has been rock hard since we stepped into this shop.”
“Loretta turning you on that much?” I joke.
Gabriel smiles, locking the door, and spinning me around to unzip my dress. “I crave you, Clementine. I fucking crave you.”
His words turn me on, and I try not to think about the fact the Prince men will be the ruin of me. He stares at me in the reflection of the mirror, removing the ruffled dress.
His hand wraps around my neck, his eyes darker than I’ve ever seen them. “If you knew where Ronin was, you’d tell me, right?”
I swallow, never breaking eye contact. “Yes,” I whisper.
He kisses the back of my neck, his hard on pressing into the backside of me. “You’d tell me if he contacted you, right?”
“He’s in town. He’s been messaging me,” I confess, no longer able to keep secrets from this man.
His head rises, his eyes once again meeting mine. “What has he told you?”
“He says I need to leave.”
