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“What the fuck?!” I glared at her.

“I want to know why you have an attitude with me. I noticed it this morning at your office.”

“I don’t. Now drop it and finish eating,” I sternly spoke.

“You do and I want to know why. What did I do to make you so angry? I haven’t got a clue, unless you’re still holding a grudge about your watch. But I thought we settled that. Isn’t that why I’m here? I’ve done everything you asked of me so far. So there is no reason for you to treat me the way you did or the way you are.”

Her mouth. She kept rambling and it was pissing me off. I slammed my fists down on the table and stood up from my seat.

“You want to know why I’m so angry? It’s because I can’t trust you. I can’t trust a word you say. That little fabricated story of yours last night was a good one. But not good enough for me to believe you or your lies.” I pointed my finger at her.

She sat there as she dropped her fork onto her plate and stared at me while her eyes filled with tears. She slowly got up from her seat, wiped her mouth with a napkin, and set it down on the table.

“I’m sorry you don’t believe me. But it’s all true. Everything I told you last night was the truth. I’m dealing with dangerous men, Gabriel. They want their money and I want my father out of prison.” She walked away and headed upstairs.

Chapter 24

Kate

Iran up to my room, slammed the door, and threw myself on the bed. Did I really blame him for not trusting me? Did I have the right to be so upset over it? Why did I even care if he trusted me or not? That was the big question. I needed to accept the fact that he would never trust me after everything I’d done. The sooner I did that, the easier this arrangement would be. The only reason I was here was to pay off a debt, nothing else. He only saw me as a business deal, so the less I told him about my life, the better off I’d be. I was stupid for wanting to see where he worked and for caring that he left the house before I even woke up. When I found out he was already gone, there was a part of me that was sad, and all I had wanted to do was see him before I started my day. These feelings and emotions were out of control and I needed for them to stop. I’d never had problems like this with the other men I was with. Never got involved. Never felt a thing. I didn’t even have to pretend, but with Gabriel, I did.

I refused to wallow in self-pity, so I got up from the bed, took in a deep breath, and walked back downstairs to clean up dinner. When I reached the kitchen, I saw Gabriel loading the dishwasher.

“I’ll take care of that,” I spoke as I grabbed the pan from the stove.

“I’ve got it,” he snapped.

“You’ve worked all day. Go upstairs. I’ll finish cleaning up and meet you in your bedroom.”

“Fine.” He wiped his hands on a towel and began to walk out of the kitchen.

Before I knew it, he grabbed my arm, turned me around, and smashed his mouth into mine. Our heated kiss told me that we weren’t going to make it to the bedroom. My fingers fumbled with his belt as I undid it and unzipped his pants, while his hands pulled my shirt over my head. We moved around until he had me pinned up against the refrigerator, the coldness of the stainless steel sending a jolt through me. He took down my pants, grabbed my wrists, and held them together with one hand while his free hand explored my aroused area. When he made sure I was wet enough for him, he pulled his hard cock from his underwear and shoved it deep inside me, causing me to gasp at both pleasure and pain. He moved rapidly, like a dog in heat, and his tongue slid across my neck. As he thrust in and out of me with hard, deep strokes, he stared into my eyes and spoke, “I want to trust you.”

“You can,” I breathlessly spoke as an orgasm erupted.

He halted and buried himself deep inside me while he came. His head dropped to my shoulder.

“No, I can’t,” he whispered.

He removed himself from me, tucked his cock back in his underwear, pulled up his pants, and walked away. I crossed my arms over my chest and slowly slid down to the floor, trying to hold back the tears that so badly wanted to stream down my face.

The next morning, after a restless night of sleep, I waited in bed until I was sure that Gabriel had left for the office. I had a lot to do today to get ready for Hawaii, but there was one thing that took precedence: visiting my father. After showering and getting dressed, I headed to the kitchen, made a cup of coffee, and grabbed some fresh fruit from the refrigerator.

“Good morning, Kate,” Grace spoke. “I can make you some breakfast.”

“Morning, Grace. Fruit is fine. I’m not really hungry.”

“You’re up kind of late this morning. Is everything okay?” she asked.

“Yeah. I just had a restless night, and I couldn’t really sleep. I’m going out today. Do you need me to pick you up anything?” I asked her.

“That’s sweet of you to ask, but I have to go out myself and do some grocery shopping. Is there anything I can get you?”

“No thanks.” I gave her a small smile as I sipped my coffee.

Grace left and once I finished my fruit, I grabbed my purse and headed out the front door.

“Going out again?” Edmond raised his brow.

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