Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 91767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 459(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 306(@300wpm)
Oh…
“Okay.”
He pushes the hair back from my face as he stares down at me. “You were incredible.”
Were is all I hear.
He walks to his desk and takes a small, long black box with a black silk ribbon and passes it over to me. “Your Christmas present.”
I smile, “Thank you.” I go to undo the ribbon.
“Open it later, it’s a pen. Nothing exciting.”
“Oh,” I smile, feeling embarrassed. “I got you something, too.” I walk out to my desk and take out the oversized parcel.
He frowns as he looks down at it.
“Open it later, it’s a robe.” I shrug.
He smiles, “Thank you.”
It’s a robe with the letter G embroidered on it. The G is code for Grace so I can always be with him…. But I know he will think it’s for Gabriel because it’s all about him.
The gift that is sneaky but relevant.
He gestures to the elevator, “Let’s go.” He walks to the elevator seemingly unaffected. “I have to get back to the party.”
“Oh.”
He’s just going back to the party? What the hell?
That’s it?
I get into the elevator beside him, and we turn to face the doors. He straightens his tie and twists his neck as he stares straight ahead. My mind is racing a million miles per minute, what the hell is going on here. I glance over at him and rather than make eye contact with me, he looks down and fiddles with his cufflinks.
He's hard and cold.
There’s no banter, no conversation.
Nothing.
The elevator dings as we hit the ground floor and the doors open. The party is in full swing now.
“Let’s get a drink,” he says casually as he looks around.
I stare at him, what the actual fuck is happening right now?
Did I just imagine that whole entire thing?
“No, I’m going to head off,” I reply coolly.
“Okay.” He puts his two hands into his pockets. “Do you want me to walk you out?”
I’m taken aback that he would even have to ask that.
Wow.
“No. I’m fine.” I fake a smile. “Goodbye, Mr. Ferrara.”
“Goodbye, Miss Porter. My car will take you home.”
I glare at him, “Have a nice life.”
He tilts his chin to the sky as if angered. “You too.”
Ha, and there it is.
Proof.
That he’s an asshole and I’m pathetic.
Well, fuck you.
I turn and walk out the front doors as my 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, Grace.” 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.
4
Grace
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 traffic control 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 hours’ events. You know what….. this is good.
This is the closure that I needed. The proof that man I stupidly pined over for all these years, doesn’t even exist. He’s not sweet and loyal underneath. He doesn’t care about anyone but him selfish self.
Gabriel Ferrara is a bona fide bastard to the bone.
Just like the world thinks he is.
“Just going to take a call,” Mark tells me, he’s wearing a headpiece, so I didn’t hear it ring.
“That’s fine.”
He taps his ear to answer. “Hello,” he says, he listens for a moment. “Yes okay.” He listens again. “Tomorrow is fine.” He listens 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 him.
Who the hell does he think he is, seduces me in my office, fucks me on his desk, comes inside of me? He didn’t even offer a fucking condom; I probably have an STD now.
I run my hand down my face in disgust.
Ugh.
What the hell, that was a complete fucking disaster.
Thank fuck I’m moving, and I never have to see him again.