That he’s an asshole and I’m pathetic.
you!]
Well, screw you.
I turn and walk out the front doors as my ang
angry heartbeat sounds in
my ears.
Fucking fuckface, big dick, fucking twathead, asswipe.[]
His blacked–out Range Rover is parked in his bay, and I storm over to it
His driver, Mark, is behind the wheel, and he jumps out when he sees me,
“Good evening. Violet.” He smiles.
“Hi. Mark, could you give me a lift home?
“Sure thing.” He opens the door and I climb in.
“Did you have a good night?” He smiles as he pulls out into the traffic.
I fake a smile as I look out the window. “It was just okay, a bit boring if
I’m honest.”
He chuckles. “Aren’t all work Christmas parties?” I stare out the window as New York flies by.
The sky is red as my apocalyptic anger begins to burn.]
Fuck. You.]]
I cannot believe that just happened.]
All those years of longing and pining and damn it. I hate that the sex was as good as I imagined it would be. But…to act like that after it? Just, what the fuck?
The car comes to a halt as a crossing guard holds up a stop sign for a delivery truck that is reversing onto a building site.
My mind is running at a million miles per minute, I’m shocked. Shockder than shocked, and shockder isn’t even a word.]
We wait for the delivery truck as I go over the last hour’s events. You know what…this is good.]
Just going to take a call,” Mark tells me. He’s wearing a headpiece, so I didn’t hear it ring.]
“That’s fine.”
Hetap his ear to answer. “Hello,” he says, he listens for a moment. “Yes, okay.” He listens again. “Tomorrow is fine.” lle – İnsters again. “Okay, I’ll chase it up. Goodbye. He hangs up.
Must be Mark’s girlfriend or something. I wonder what it’s like to date someone like him where he’s working all hours.[]
I go back to my daydream, also known as the murder plot[]
You know what fuck ham
Who the hell does he think he is, seduces me in his office, fucks me on his desk, comes inside of me? He didn’t even offer
a condom; I probably have an STI now,
I run my hand down my face in disgust.
Ugh.]
What the hell, that was a complete fucking disaster.
Thank god I’m moving and I never have to see him again.]]
I pleture how cold he was: Do you want me to walk you out?]
No.[]
I want your dick to fall off, that’s what I want, asshole.
How dare he have a good dick!
I’m infuriated.]
Rich, handsome, endowed…selfish, motherfucking fuckface.[]
I glance up, why is it taking so long to get home? Where even are we?
“What’s this way?” I ask
“I had to take a detour for the accident back there.” Mark replies.]
“Oh.” I didn’t even notice an accident, that’s how preoccupied I am.]
“Okay.” I slump back into the seat and continue my pity party for one. The car finally pulls up. “Here you go, Violet.“]
I frown as I peer out the window. “This isn’t my house, Mark.“[
“Mr. Ferrara called and asked that you be dropped back at his place.” “He did what?“]
The door opens from the outside, and Gabriel looks down at me. “Get out.“[]
“Go to hell,” I spit
He grabs my hand and pulls me out of the car and I snatch my hand out of his. “Do not fucking touch me.“]]
The doormen on his fancy building all turn to see the commotion. “Up. Stairs,” he growls in a whisper. “People are watching.”
“I am not going anywhere with you,” I whisper angrily. “You think you can treat me like that.”
“What did you want? The whole office to know that we just fucked on my desk?” he whispers angrily. “Upstairs now.” I stare at him, my mind a cluster of confusion.
What?
He grabs my hand and leads me into the building, but I’m too mad to focus on a thing, next minute we are in the elevator. the doors slowly close and we turn to face them.]]
My angry heartbeat is hammering in my chest, and I rip my hand from his. “Do not touch me. Gabriel. I swear to god. I’m about to lose my living shit with you.”
He smirks, clearly amused. “Anger is an aphrodisiac to me, Violet. I wouldn’t push your luck; my control is hanging by a thread as it is.“]
1 cross my arms and glare at the back of the doors. I have never been so infuriated.
“You’re an asshole.” 1 spit.]
“I have been told that once or twice.“]
“Per hour, no doubt,” I fume. “And just what the hell makes you think you can ejaculate inside of me without asking? How selfish can you be? I probably have an STI now.“[]
“I always wear condoms; trust me, you do not have an STL,” he snaps.
“And I know you’re on the pill. I just..I couldn’t help myself.” “How the hell do you know I’m on the pill?” I fume.[]
“I see them in your purse all the time, and on occasion, I even look at where you are in your month.” “What?” I explode.
“Well, some days you hate me more than others and I want to know why.“]]
“Because you’re an asshole, Gabriel. That’s why I hate you more on some days. Today being a prime example.” I can hear my angry heartbeat in my ears. I don’t even know why I’m here with you.
“But you are here.”
“I was ambushed.”
He does smile this time, and it’s like waving a red flag in front of a bull.
“I’m not one of your bimbos, Gabriel.”
“I am well aware of that.”
“So why bring me here?” I huff.
I want answers, all of them. Start talking, motherfucker.]
He stands silently as if contemplating my question and the elevator doors give a soft ding as we arrive at the floor. They open and my heart–drops.
Fuck.
The elevator has opened up straight into his apartment, or should I call it an Italian Colosseum.]
He steps out of the elevator but I stay still as I look around.[]
I’m too shocked to move
