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“Angel, what are you doing?” He steps closer, but I hold my arm out.
“Oh, now I’mAngel?” I pick up the shot and face him. “Make up your mind, Gabriel. Am IAngel—the girl you care about? Or am IFrankie—the girl you fuck?” I swallow the shot and welcome the burn this time as it warms my insides. “Or better yet, am IFrancesca—the girl you hate—the girl you demoralize at every turn?”
“I never hated you.” He steps closer. Worry riddles his face and softens his eyes.
“Yeah, well, you could have fucking fooled me!” I’m slipping. I should shut up, but I can’t seem to make myself stop.
“You’re upset.”
No shit.
He takes the shot glass from my hand, cautious and slow like he’s dealing with a rabid dog.
I swipe at the tears that defiantly fall. “What are we doing, Gabriel? What am I to you? You want me naked? You want to fuck? That’s all you want?” I rip at my shirt, trying to get it over my head and failing miserably, with it stuck half on and half off.
His powerful hands stop my struggle. “I wanted to spend the evening with you.” He pulls my shirt down, smoothing it into place.
“But why? Why do you want me here? Am I only a convenient fuck? What about whatIwant?” I push at his chest. He doesn’t budge. “Why are you upset I’m leaving?”
His silence is deafening. His hands in his pockets, he just stares at me. The clock on the wall clicks the seconds away.
“Areyou even upset I’m leaving?”
“Yes.” He breaks his silence. Finally.
“Why?”
Nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.
With acceptance of what, I don’t know, I turn, climbing the stairs. I can’t humiliate myself like this anymore.
“Because I want you here,” he calls from the entryway.
I turn, gripping the railing. “Why, Gabriel?”
He shakes his head. He clearly has something to say, but he’s holding back.
Realization dawns. My heart sinks. My will to fight flees. “Sex.” It’s only one word, but it’s the only word needing to be said. “You only want me here for sex.”
Of course he only wants me for sex. He said he wanted me from the first time he saw me over five years ago. Five fucking years, he’s wanted to fuck me. And here I am, living under his roof, in his bed, at his beck and call. He wanted to fuck me at the gym, in front of the guys, to show he could—that I washis, for the taking. Whenever. Wherever. However.
I’m a fool.
I believed we could be more.
Icould be more.
It turns out, I’m nothing.
When a guy shows he’s an asshole—you should believe him.
Gabriel’s asshole flag is flying high.
“Congratulations, Gabriel. You’ve managed to join the ranks of my father and Austin.” I top the stairs and stop, not looking back, but I feel his eyes burning holes into my back. “I’ll be gone in the morning.”
