©S A F I E
CHAPTER 1
ELLE
"So, Gabe, Elle...when are you going to give us something like her?"
Mom carried my niece up on her arms as she gave us that look. My face felt like someone has set it on fire and I felt Gabriel's arms tensing around my waist as he cleared his throat.
We are currently at a party thrown by my mother for our first anniversary. Yes, it's been a year since our wedding; a year since all of these started. This is the first party after the conflict that has happened. It was also the first one which Gabriel has agreed to go with me.
I am startled when my dad suddenly piped in, "We're so old. We still wanted to play with our grandkids, see them grow...you know?" Dad muses as he snatched the baby from mom, "Oh, you little pumpkin. Don't you look a lot like your grandmother?" He laughed making my niece cry. I sigh, scratching my forehead as I pull away from Gabriel, surprising him.
"Dad, let me take her back to Cassandra. I'm sure little Cece here wanted to be with her mom now." I smiled at them, taking the infant in my arms and chancing a look at my husband.
Gabriel is frowning down at his shoes like he's trying to solve a very complicated problem. He appears to be in some kind of pain. my heart aches for him but I shake my head. I have tried a couple of times before to offer him my help but he refused, ignoring me. If only he would tell me what to do or how I could help him.
It has been six months now since that nightmare happened, destroying everything I've worked for. I am not blaming Enrico, Gabriel's father, I am blaming myself, for I am not able to secure something that has blossomed. Since then, I find it hard to reach out to Gabriel. He has built a wall in between us; he started refusing to come home and leave me to myself every time we are asked to go to some conventions. He will take weeks overseas, spending more time in his company than with me he deemed me worthless, an accessory he doesn't even bother to display in public.
I do not know how I can show him how I feel. I do not know how to tell him how much I love him. We are back to how we have started a year ago, living like total strangers.
I smiled bitterly, tucking a hair on my ear. I remember the first time we met at the company, The West Holdings. It is where our love/hate relationship was born.
* Flashback *
"I don't want to marry her! How can you do this to me, Papa? Of entire New York, you chose her, for me?" There is some pause followed by a bang on the table. "Her family is our enemy. You of all people should know not to pair me up with some spoiled rotten brat! Look at the picture of her - so skinny and naive, she's not even my type..." The door opened as I struggle not to look at the tall man who went out of the room.
"You," I look at him and tried not to drool. He's Adonis in real life, not to mention that ocean blue eyes luring me. "Hey! Are you even listening?" I am surprised when he grabs my shoulders, and shake me vigorously, making me quiver under his gaze.
Oh, this man! He should be thankful that he looks so beautiful or else...
"Hey! I'm talking to you." I turned my gaze back at those ocean orbs, trying so hard not to melt. Am I dreaming? Surely, he is the reincarnation of Lucifer himself.
"You--"
"No. You!" He pointed back at me with his finger as his frown deepened, a 'v' forming in between his brows "Are you happy now that our parents agreed to marry us both, huh? I bet you're fucking ecstatic because you've been dreaming about all this shit!"
I didn't answer him. I watch as he leans down on my shivering form, my heart thudding harshly in my ribcage. I closed my eyes, almost hearing my conscious mind screaming..."Danger"
*end of flashback*
"Gabe, are you okay?" I tried to grab his hand but he shoves it inside his pocket. He looks down at me and little Cece before giving me half a smile that tugs on my heartstrings. "I'm fine, Elle. Maybe, I just need a drink, or two?" He held out his two fingers, biting his lip as he looks at me.
Oh, no. You don't. I know that it won't be just two. You will get drunk again and cry about your father's death. Plus, you are driving me back to--
"Okay," Oh my ...where did that come from?!
"Elle, give me back my Cece." I glared at my cousin, sighing in exasperation as I turn and find that my husband was long gone.
That git, he just doesn't care!
"Elle, Come on. Let's have some fun. It's your anniversary! I mean... birthday?" the blonde imp hiccups and smiled as he makes his way down to us, sporting a shimmering blue onesie. "Either." Frances mused, dragging me to the dance floor.
This family - I always wondered how I will able to related to them. They are so eccentric and...odd. Very odd.
I remove my heels and stared at my cousin, "What now, Frances? What scheme-?" They didn't give me the chance to stand my ground and protest when Frances carries me in his arms and shoves me on the dance floor. "Frances! You're making me dizzy, just put me ba--AAhhh!!!" The glass crash as I collapse on the drink display.
I struggled with my wet dress, glaring at the crazy cousin of my husband. He freaking pushed me!
"Ha-ha-Elle. Uh, I'm so sorry but, uh," He gave me a constipated look before bursting out, laughing, spluttering his drink around the other guest who looks at him with delight dancing in their eyes. Bizarre! "You just, hahaha--Looks like a cat thrown out while it is raining. You are soaked like a wet pussy--Hahaha! PUSSY !" He throws his head back before strutting to the dance floor, leaving me with the mess he made.
"Damn it, Frances! Help me out." I called out. I blindly grope around, trying to hold myself up when I felt someone hauling me up. I quickly raise my head to see who it is when Cassandra gave me a disapproving look. She ushered me up on the front door, calling for Taylor - our personal driver slash assistant.
I followed her out of the hotel and to the parking lot. Taylor opened the door for me but before I enter, Cassandra yelled, her hands on her waist. "Clean yourself from head to foot or else I'm going to bathe you the same as I do with little Cece! You smell like a minibar, Elle, seriously." She pushed me inside and close the door behind her as I struggled further inside the car with my wet gown and heels. Taylor looks at me from the mirror and I shrug at him, disliking how the evening turns out.
Taylor offered me a kind smile and I smiled back at him. He was like the good old uncle I have never had and I am glad he is our personal driver. I look down at my hands and huff, glaring down at the wet gown.
I wonder why ladies needed a balloon skirt and high heels. It's freaking stupid. And who made this damn heels? It makes my life harder. Even if it gave me a little addition to my height, it is still a pain in the as*.
I was surprised when the engine stopped and Taylor opens the door for me. "Mrs. West, let me assist you," He started to carry my gown which made me stand in haste. "No, Taylor. I can do this myself..." I can feel the heat rushing up my cheeks as I walk past him.
I was about to open the doors when I came with a thought, "Taylor?" He looks back at me as I smiled at him, "Mrs. West?"
"Oh, please...stop calling me that, just call me Elle." I gave him another smile as he bowed, ushering me inside the mansion. I went up through the flight of the stairs, grumbling with every step I take. I am delighted to reach our room at the end of the hallway. I made my way inside the bathroom and strip off every item on my body.
Hmph...like I care!
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'Elle,'
Wait.
'Elleeee...'
Who's that?
'Elle-'
"Who's that?!" I jump out of the shower and wrap myself up in a fluffy towel.
'Elleeee!'
Freaking unicorn poop, why is he here?
"Wait, I'm in the bathroom!" I opened up the door only to see no one. "Gabe? Stop kidding me!"
'ELLEANA!' oh, I hate that name. I sound like a fucking alien.
I look around but he's not in here so WHERE IS HE?!
"Gabe, stop kidding me! Show yourself right at this moment or--"
'Help me up!' I can hear shuffling from the other side of the room which means he's outside.
"Coming, Mister." I turned the knob only to feel his body slump back unto my knees making me stumble with him on the floor
"Gabriel, you're so heavy!" I whined, trying to pull my husband up, but failed. "Gabe, wake up. Please..." I look at him but he just gave me a lazy smile and kiss me.
WTF! HE DIDN'T JUST KISS MY LIPS...oh well!
"Gabriel, stop!" he gave me a laugh before deepening his kiss and carrying me, "Gabe--"
He throws me down on the bed as I grip the towel, tight. "Gabe, I think, I think you're not ready. We're not ready and you're drunk. You don't know what you're doing, you just--"
"NO! I know what I'm doing and you don't have the right to correct me!" He yanked the towel off and stared at me, "I want you and I'll have you, now or never..."
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I can see his tense muscles beneath his dress shirt as he lowers himself down at me. He unbuttons his pants and slips them down to reveal himself camping in those boxers, his very excited John Thomas trying to poke out of it.
"Gabe, please. You are drunk, we can't--"
"Stop it!" he pulls my hand up and place them above my head as he straddled me. I can feel excitement overcoming my nervousness as his hands started skimming on my chest, brushing my hair aside, "Don't push me farther away, Elle. I've had enough."
"But we can't-"
"I need you. I NEED YOU..."
That made me gulp. Damn, he is turning me on with his words. So hot but am I really up for it? I shake my head and frown in concentration - I am a married woman and this is my husband and I have needs, so, why not?
He interrupted my thoughts as he leaned down, making me speechless as my thoughts run wild in my cranium. I am unable to comprehend. What should I do? Should I really?
I am surprised when my body suddenly responds in such intensity I didn't know I'm capable of doing. I am now relying on my instinct - the animal that has been slumbering within.
I began kissing him back with so much passion that I found myself leaning up. I want to kiss him with all the want I have been bottling up for the five whole months that he showed no affection to me. He shut himself away because of the incident for which I'm not responsible. All the feelings we tried to suppress for the past months came rushing back with a hard recoil. It was making us shake with the passion of our feelings. Our fingers traced each flesh, wandering unto every part of our body that is better left out of the description.
He skimmed his hands on my face, pushing tendrils of hair on the side as he reached my neck. He leans in and imprints a love bite. "Beautiful. My beautiful girl. All mine..."
I cannot help but moan, my hands struggling to break free as he sucked and bit on my neck. He slips his mouth down on my chest as he took one of my nipples, nibbling at it.
"Gabe," I mentally shake my head as I hear my own voice. So, needy. Pathetic, even. I cannot just moan here and let him do it all.
I need to move.
I yanked my hand off his grip and unbuttoned his shirt, trying to memorize every contour of his sculpted chest before I slipped my hand down his biceps, pushing down his white dress shirt as I reached his hips, slipping my hands lower and lower...
"Gabe!" I tried not to shake as he slipped his finger in my core turning them into circular motion. "Don't--" I plead but my husband just looks at me. His eyes twinkling with amusement as he pushed another finger.
So, he wants it. Then let us make things, equal.
With that thought, I slipped my hand in his boxers and pushed it down. His body stiffened as he stares at me with eyes wide as saucers, "Mio Dio! What are you trying to prove, amóre?" he asked, his voice stopping in an edge as he used the same endearment that almost made me stop.
"Shit, Elle..." He moaned in my ears as I pulled at it and stroke, his member hardening at every move. After a while he recovered, pushing his fingers to move farther in my core. He circled them in my folds as both of us scream each name.
I've never expected this to happen cause I never would have imagined doing this with him.
Especially him.
I am brought back to the situation I'm in as I felt his member enter me which made me stiff. I whimpered as it penetrated deeper making me cry out in pain and he stopped, "You're a virgin!?" He frowned, his member throbbing inside of me.
"God, I'm so I'm so sorry I--"
"Shhh...No, I'm not." Lie. "I'm... adjusting. I need you, Gabe. Please, don't stop...just do it, now." I pulled him back and started to kiss him but then I was surprised when he stared at me, his eyes looking deep inside my soul. I gave him the same intense stare making his desire ignite once again as he pounded on me. Faster and harder this time, our bodies tangled and sweating. Our breathing labored as I tried to remove my hands from his grip and entangle them in his hair. I dig my nails on his back as I arched my hips to met his. His hips bucking on me as he moves in haste, pounding my body making the bed shake.
I grasped his hair with my hand, pushing myself up as I tried to keep up with his speed. I can feel something building up inside my stomach and then it happened; his hips buckling as he had his release. I can feel his seed flowing inside of me, giving a warm feeling on my lower stomach as we grabbed each other. We are trying to catch our breath as we glistened with sweat; dazed with passion.
I was surprised when he suddenly turned me, throwing me down as he lay me on my stomach, entering me from behind.
"Now, I'll fuck you..."
We've done it three times, his breath hitching on every trust. I am surprised when he suddenly collapsed on me after his third release, knocked out cold and asleep. I caressed his face as I whisper in a gentle voice, hoping that we will stay like this forever.
"I love you, Gabe. Why can't you see that?"
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©S A F I EChapter 2ELLEI woke up in haste.I could feel the cold wind hit my back as I stretch out, feeling sore and tired as I turn, groaning. The sun is burning my eyelids and I raise my arm to shield my face from its glare. I'm closed to sleeping again only to hear the devil speak,"You're awake now..."I open my eyes and realize that the affectionate man I've slept with last night was again possessed by the devil. What happened last night made me blush both in embarrassment and anger.Why does he need to be so cold and heartless now when I feel great? he loves to ruin my precious moments.Without looking at him, I muttered in a small voice, "Yes, I am."I waited for another minute for him to just go and let me sleep but when I open my eyes, I still saw him there - sitting on the couch watching me like I was some dirt on his carpet."Why are you still here? Don't you have to go to your office?" I chance a glance at the clock at my bedside table and huff, "It's 9 in the morning,
©S A F I E CHAPTER 3 ELLE It wasn't a usual occurrence that I find myself lying on top of someone else's chest - much more when it was the devil himself, my husband. Surprised, I hide my face in his chest, overwhelmed by his heavenly scent. I breathe in and sigh, snuggling closer to him. The morning was a pretty shade of gold and pale blue. The sun was about to wake the people up, peeking through the drawn curtains, the breeze lightly entering from the open window. I shivered, snuggling closer to him making me bite down a giggle as his chest hair tickled me. My eyes widen as I realize that he is actually naked beneath me. Does it mean that something happened last night? I quickly check beneath the blankets and sigh in relief when he was wearing some boxer shorts, his happy little friend camping inside, my cheeks flushing. I averted my gaze and stared around the room as the sun shed light to our wedding picture. I look so happy that day because even if it was an arranged m
©S A F I E CHAPTER 4 ELLE*Flashback * "Gabriel," I whispered, a bit nervous about what his reaction might be. He opened his eyes and I can't help but smile as he wrinkles his nose, scratching his head. He blinks his eyes up at me, a question apparent on them. "Happy birthday." I smiled and push the birthday cake in front of him. "Elle-" his eyebrows scrunched up as his eyes searched my face. "Why are you--?" "I want to surprise you. You are my husband and I am ought to care for you. I want to make you happy. Rise from your bed and have a bite of this, I promise you won't regret it." I push a spoon on his hand and gave him a sheepish smile. He sat there, frozen on top of the bed, a spoon on his hand. I am almost tempted to take a picture of him for he looks a lot like a model but halted as I see his brows slowly meeting in the middle and he glared down at the cake, saying. "Is this the scene where the wife finally decided to kill her husband?" His words made me smile an
©S A F I E CHAPTER 5 ELLE I open one of my eyes, the dizziness overwhelming me that I have to slowly rise from the bed and stagger towards the bathroom, the room spinning around me. It was the break of the dawn; too early for me to wake during a weekend. I rested my hands on the walls as I struggled against it, trying to reach the toilet bowl before I barfed up. Not being able to withstand, I collapse on the floor and have managed to hold the toilet bowl tighter before my face hovers on it, inches away from the water as I empty my insides. I hug it closer to my chest, heaving at it without having anything to let go. I've been like this for the past week and was getting weaker by the days passing. Gabe never had the chance to notice this because he's been away for Italy for almost a month now. I do not know the exact date of his return. Maybe next week or tomorrow morning? Tonight? It was pointless to bug him about it because he wanted to surprise me. I rolled my eyes at that, pu
©S A F I E CHAPTER 6 ELLE I was bored like crazy. I lied down on the floor, my thoughts and emotions in a turmoil. I really miss him and the way my hormones raged on, doesn't help me at all. I pulled at my hair and turn so that I am facing the balcony, the view of the beautiful Sunday morning trying to cheer me up but failing. I push myself up so that I am sitting.I've been in my studio for quite an hour now since I woke up, eating my cheerios with Nutella as I stare at the empty canvas. I couldn't seem to find the inspiration to paint or focus or even be creative. All because I miss him. He is still not here. He has promised to be back last night but it was one of his funny schemes, a prank as I like to call it. he loves playing with my feelings and I don't understand the reason behind it. I thought he will be true to his words but he did not even care to explain to me. He's on the other side of the world doing God knows what; left me here floating and cold. He didn't eve
©S A F I E CHAPTER 7 ELLE I was here again - in such precious moment where I am staring at my husband's beautiful face. I do not want to blink my eyes of fear that everything will fade and I will find myself waking up from this dream. I fear to think that, if I turn my eyes from him, he will disappear and I will be left alone again.I stared at him, my eyes not leaving his slightly parted lips, smirking at that tiny sound he is exhausting. I nuzzled my head in the pillow and sigh, restraining myself from tracing his features because he might wake up again just like he did when I was lying on top of his chest. I am trying to imprint his face in my head and hoping that the tiny bean growing inside my womb would have the same godly face. He is really beautiful when he is sleeping. Casting another glance at him, I couldn't help but frown. This angelic face was the reason I am not creative for a moment because of my irritation and disappointment towards him. He deserves a prope
©S A F I ECHAPTER 8 ELLE "I could see you are happy now," Gabriel muttered, his face shining with sweat as he collapsed on the blanket we are currently using. He snatched the sandwich from my hand and bite unto it, closing his lazy eyes and sighing in content."Cow," I muttered under my breath, the back of my neck prickling in irritation as I angrily waved a hand at him, giving him the finger. He gave me a smug smile and I cross my arms over my chest, taking another sandwich from our picnic basket. It was late afternoon but the sun is still up in the sky, furiously glaring down at us. I look around and sigh, glad that I and Gabriel have managed to fool the paparazzi's by dressing up as normal couples, him adorning a red baseball cap while I wear a fedora hat. It is not much, but it wasn't what I usually wear when I am going out. Gabriel also used the old convertible he has inherited from his father's collection, completely throwing the paparazzi's off our trail.I lean back on t
©S A F I E CHAPTER 9 ELLE I've been 11 weeks far in my pregnancy. Morning sickness is still there and my husband having no clue about it. I am afraid that as the time drags on, it gets harder for me to confess to him.He always comes home late and it kind of ticks me off when I fall asleep before he arrives, but in the mornings he makes sure to join me at breakfast. It's been our routine now; I stay at home all day, doing paintings for my clients while he works off in the office, visiting the houses and villas we are set to renovate and sell, checking our restaurants and shops, and meeting with various people we are partners with. Gabriel shall arrive past ten at night, slip inside the comforter and cuddle me, comforting me with his warmth as I am dreaming. I know he's making so much effort to spend time with me but how I wish I could get the chance to spend a whole day with him, again. Yes; We get to see each other every day but all we say is, 'Good Night' and 'Good Morning'.
©S A F I E EPILOGUE ELLE It takes a while for me to believe that what I am seeing is real, that it is not a dream I made up, a wish that I have longed for.Gabriel and I have started upon a rough path, just like any other arranged marriage would be. I hated him back when we were young but ended up infatuated, charmed. He was the bad boy who made me cry and made me hate myself though all of that changed when he and I were trapped inside a broom cupboard. From then on, I am entrapped, captivated by the innocence that is thriving inside him. I notice that this vulnerability of his can still make him love, can still make him human - and I have not been wrong to assume that.It appears to be a mistake when our parents decided to tie us up in marriage; it gave us little to no time to get to know each other's dislikes and moods. Gabriel has taken it as his personal mission to ignore my existence and proceed with his life as though nothing has changed. In my part, I have decided that th
© S A F I E CHAPTER 33 ELLE I'm sitting at the table, the minutes passed by as though it seems to drag on forever. Jacob was sleeping peacefully in his cot, unbothered by the anxiety I am feeling now. I wipe my hands as they become sweaty and cold, stretching my arms and leaning across the table. He's been away for almost an hour now, he was supposed to be here and if something did happen, I'm sure he would've called. I wait a little longer, before standing up from my seat, looking down the driveway but his car isn't there. I don't know what to presume. I called for Neola and she said that she hasn't seen him.Why? Did something wrong happen to him?I went back to the table and stared back at the baby monitor connected to Jacob's cot. I lean down, and listened; there was a rustle, and a whimper, then he gurgled, making me smile. Jacob's little noises distracted me from what is happening but I am afraid it isn't enough. The waiting is twisting my insides, driving me insane. Desp
© SAFIE CHAPTER 32 GABE I was stuck, staring at the door, imagining her body leaning on it on the other side of this room. I wanted to go back and take her in my arms and kiss all her worries away but I can't. I shouldn't. I turn on my heels and resist the temptation of running back to her. With a shake of my head, I walk down the opposite hall, pushing the button for the lift. I entered as it opens, my emotions in disarray as I waited until it descended on the parking lot. I got inside my car and momentarily stared at the space in front of me.The problem is almost solved.In a couple of hours, I can finally get my life back on track with my family. I hope Elle will accept my proposal. The thought brought a smile in my lips, I rested my head back, relaxing on my seat. I'm planning on marrying her again, and this time, I'll make sure that she will enjoy every part of it. There will be no rush and no force. It will all be her choice, her decision. If she wanted me to wear a pink
© S A F I E CHAPTER 31 GABRIELI lean my back on my seat and look in front of me. It was mid-afternoon and the jam is horrible. I'll be lucky to reach Elle's flat just before quarter to 3. I massage my forehead and sigh, not believing the misfortune that has dawned.Victoria Lint, the only heir to the Lint industry, was driven crazy of our separation three years ago. She was my best friend, a brilliant lady who loves to play with people's feeling and bully them. Victoria was my ally and I am afraid, I became bad because of her influence. Though my father did not approve her; he disliked her for she was spoiled and refuse to listen to her parents. She was a devil but I have fallen for her, or was it just an infatuation? A playground love story? I haven't realised that Victoria can be worse than she was before.When my father decided that I should marry Elle, Victoria has resulted in self - harm. She used drugs and abused herself, going to bars and overdosing. By the time she was to
©S A F I E CHAPTER 30 GABRIELI hurried down the stairs just on time to see Victoria and Elle fighting over the gun. Elle appears to have been shot previously judging by the bloodstain on her shirt. The room was dim and I couldn't make out the things as I stumbled across, my hands tight on the gun."Victoria!" She stares at me and for the slightest second and I thought she was going to come running back to me. Her eyes were filled with pain and longing as she hesitated, "Victoria please, you should stop," she stopped strangling Elle, her hands going limp on her side and she drops the gun, her gaze focused on me. This results in Elle successfully taking the gun from her grasp. "No, Victoria. Stop!" Victoria was snapped out of her trance as she lounges at Elle and looks up to me, her eyes blazing with hatred and anger. She punches Elle and hit her with the back of the gun as she takes possession of it. Victoria lets out a cry as she pressed her fingers and pull the trigger, "NO!"
©S A F I E CHAPTER 29 ELLE I glance down at my shirt. I can feel blood dripping down on the back of my head as I examine the large bruise covering my left leg. The pain in my shoulder stings and I cringe at the sight of blood that is caked up in my arms down to my hand. Groaning, I push myself up and walk, only to be pulled by the chains. I shivered at the cold contact it brought to my ankle, crouching down, I shake the chain and pulled, hopeless. I realize that I've been bound for quite some time now considering the marks the chains had made. My ankles yell in protest as I yank at the chains once again, the voice startling me "You know what? That's useless." I look down the hall, trying to locate the owner of the voice, only to see Victoria there, rocking my child. I wanted nothing but to yank her long hair and take my child from her filthy hands. I worriedly look at my baby, why is he not responding? I pulled at the chains again and hissed in pain as I collapse on the floor,
©S A F I E CHAPTER 28 GABRIELI am downright pissed. I can’t believe her timing. Victoria just loves to ruin the best moments. I've been having the time of my life as I lay there, looking at Elle, wishing about our future together and here she is, stealing the spotlight. Fucking Victoria and her schemes. I can't believe that I had once fallen in love with this girl.I am such an idiot in the past.“Joe, what is the update?” I asked as I round the corner. My hand tightens at the steering wheel as I hear him speak in the phone, his voice rough with exhaustion, 'Last we saw her lurking by the driveway back in the mansion an hour ago. Ryan tailed her but for some reasons, she disappeared. We suspect that Victoria has her eyes on Elle and Jacob since she was next seen by a couple of old ladies as she loitered by the lobby back at Two Fifty West.' There is some pause before Joe said, 'You have to take care, are you with them?'“No.' I scratch my eyebrows, glaring at the street, "I went
©S A F I E CHAPTER 27 ELLE I breathe in and out, my knees trembling from under me. I loosen my grip at the lamp but quickly tighten my hands around it as I realise that it will fall on the floor which will wake my son. I want to turn around to check Neola and Jacob but I cannot remove my eyes from Gabriel.He adjusted the cloak he is wearing, unbuttoning his shirt. His eyes are trained on me and they held me in place. My eyes lower down to his neck, sweat glistening on the base where his shoulders appear. I suck in a deep breath as I see the spatter of hair peeking out from where he had left the buttons on. I return my gaze at Gabriel to see him a very cold smile plastered on his face. He blinks before he started walking closer, his stance in a defensive one. I felt like I am suffocating as he draws in, his hand covering mind as he takes the lamp off my hand and carefully lay it on the bed, all the while looking at me.I couldn't think straight as I watch Gabriel take my other h
©S A F I E CHAPTER 26 GABE I was beyond exhausted. I haven't slept for the past week, and four hours is not enough for me yet now, I’m here, waiting inside the mansion in the outskirts of the city for Elle to come back. I guess the picture hasn’t dropped from her shelf yet. I'm not even sure if she will pull out her canvass. Maybe, Ryan didn't calculate the probability that she might paint because of sadness. But I know Elle. Art is what she uses to escape reality. It helps her live through those dark times when I have chosen to ignore her presence after my father died and I became a monster to her. Why wouldn't it help her now? With pure annoyance, I brush my hair back and sat on the rocking chair. I'm currently inside Jacob's nursery; the one I've decorated from the last few months I've been away from them, hoping that Elle would let me see my son again but with no luck, the toys remain sprawled out aimlessly on the ground as the cot remain cold because of emptiness. I a