CHAPTER FIVE

My wedding was as wonderful and luxurious as I wanted, I wasn’t as happy as I was on my first wedding but it was for a greater reason. I was marrying for something tangible not something as useless and painful as unrequited love.

Easton and I were greeting our guests and thanking them for coming when I saw Gabriel coming through the small distinguished crowd.

My god, he was finely dressed in a dark suit, tall and divine, his black hair was slicked backwards and his jaw freshly shaved, his blue eyes were bluer than ever and there was no man more handsome than he was at that moment.

“If it isn’t the bride and groom.”

He said to I and my new husband.

“What are you doing here?”

I snarled, agitated by his presence.

“I invited him. We can all still be friends.”

Easton said and I saw no sense in that.

I wasn’t comfortable with my ex husband at my wedding!

“If I may present my gift to the bride.”

Gabriel said with a smile and presented to me a small gold box.

“I don’t want it.”

I bit out.

“Come-on darling, it’s just a gift.”

My husband said and I saw the angry stare Gabriel gave to him when he called me darling.

“Thank you.”

I said, taking the gift.

“I’ll leave you two now and merry with the guests.”

He said and walked away.

“Smile dear, that frown will spoil your pretty face.”

Easton said to me as he led me further to more guests.

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It was my first night in my new home—Easton’s estate and I requested to sleep in a different room because I had no intention of having sex with him and I hoped it was same for him. This was only a marriage of allegiance, not for pleasure.

I was fixing up my night dress when my phone buzzed from a text.

Gabriel Damasco: Opened your gift yet?

I frowned at his text and pulled open my drawer where I had kept it.

I opened the box and gasped at the sight of the beautiful gold belly chain.

I immediately called him.

“Couldn’t you have bought me something else?”

I asked, trying to sound upset.

“Put it on and meet me in a hotel close by.”

He told me.

I almost laughed. Such audacity! I just got married and even if I wasn’t, did Gabriel really expected me to wear the kinky gift he bought me just to meet him in a hotel for sex?

“Goodnight Gabriel.”

I said and ended the call.

I tossed my phone and the chain on my bed and collapsed into it, tired from the hectic day.

I was already drifting off to sleep when my phone buzzed.

It was a photo text from Gabriel and when I opened it, it was an erotic photo of his cock!

I almost moaned like a shameless slut at the sight of his large hard veiny penis that once gave me so much pleasure. Our marriage might have been terrible but the sex was always wonderful.

I quickly dialed the annoying idiot’s number with shaky hands.

“How dare you!?”

I whispered harshly.

“Should I send more? There’s one with pre-cum clearly leaking from it. I’m so fucking hard right now, baby.”

He drawled in a smoky voice that sent vibrations to my disobedient vagina.

Oh lord please help me fight this shameless lust.

“What are you doing in a hotel?”

I asked, suspicious.

“The house is empty without you.”

He told me. Those six words were familiar, they were words I always texted him on his business trips.

How the tables have turned.

“Stop doing this Gabriel.”

I pleaded, losing my will power.

“Just once. Just tonight. Please.”

He begged.

This was the biggest contemplation of my life, leaving my new husband to go fuck my ex husband in a hotel like a cheap whore.

“What hotel?”

I asked, defeated by lust.

In this moment, I was not thinking of all the hurt Gabriel had cost me, all I wanted was pleasure from him.

Was this how I was going to accomplish my revenge? Answering booty calls from my enemy?

I took off my night robe and dressed up in a tight red dress and snuck out of my husband’s house to the hotel Gabriel had mentioned.

I knocked once on the door to his suite before he opened it.

I took in the sight of his naked muscular chest and his rigid six packs, especially that V that led to what I came for but was covered by a poorly tied towel.

Gabriel ushered me in and I timidly entered, feeling a mix of shame and excitement.

“You’ve always had the best plump ass in the world.”

He drawled behind me and I turned around to meet his hungry gaze.

He was right though, I had always been voluptuous, all my doctor did was remove unwanted fat and gave me a face lift.

“Did you put it on?”

He asked and I knew exactly what he meant so I nodded.

“Show me.”

He demanded.

“Say please.”

I demanded too, folding my arms.

“Please.”

He said, his eyes dangerous.

“I didn’t hear you clearly.”

I taunted.

“Please, Imelda, hike up your dress and show me my wedding gift to you.”

He said with a smug smile. I rolled my eyes at his words and slowly hiked up my dress to show him the belly chain I had worn just for him.

“Good girl.”

He rasped.

“Now come here.”

He ordered, hooking a finger at me.

“No, you come here.”

I told him, pointing a finger near my stance.

Gabriel scoffed, amused by this. If he was going to have my body again, it will be by my rules and my rules only.

He slowly prowled to me and I felt the heat of his powerful body. I had to crane my neck up to look at him because of his height and I wasn’t really tall either.

“Quite, bossy tonight, aren’t you?”

He grinned.

“Pull off your towel.”

I told him, defiance in my eyes and just like I instructed, he unhooked his towel and let it fall to his feet.

After the wonderful and incoming regrettable sex,

Gabriel carried me to the bed and settled me in before he left to take a bath. I picked up my phone lazily and squinted at the notification on the screen.

Twelve missed calls from my husband, Easton!