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he stops inches from me, his breath kissing my face, “I wanted to… apologize for last night. It was uncalled for, really.”
    My lips quirk up as I look at this horrible man. Another game. Another jab.
    “Oh really? What did you have in mind?” I say, my voice is surprisingly steady.
    He grips my shoulders and slowly circles his thumbs – my skin releases unwanted heat from his tender touch.
    Hot, cold. Hot, cold. That is Gabe. That is becoming me.
    “A vacation.” He says tacitly.
    I scoff and immediately regret it as his eyes gleam with warning at my unexcused outburst.
    I regain my composure, cursing the shiver of fear that shoots down my spine. I hate how he can turn my strength to jelly in an instant.
    “W-where?” I stutter.
    The darkness in his eyes dissipates as a pleased smile tugs at his lips, “Cabo.”
    I tilt my head to the side. Cabo?
    “Why?” I whisper.
    “I already told you, Amelia, to apologize for last night. We leave in the morning.”
    I frown. It’s as if a parrot dwells in my mind; why? It just doesn’t make sense.
    “For now…” He says as his large hands spring from my arms and grasp my waist, “I’d like to apologize in other ways.”
    He pulls me close, wrapping an arm around my back and his free hand makes its way to the back of my skull, fisting my hair. His lips hover above mine as we share the lingering air between us, a gush of want wetting my panties, I look into his green eyes – my heart pleading with my unwilling mind; the silent battle that he inspires within me.
    As much as I’ve come to hate him – as much as he’s bruised both my body and heart, I cannot stop the urge he possesses me with. It isn’t warranted. It’s wrong.
    So fucking wrong.
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter Twenty-One: Gabe

     
    I WAIT IN THE FOYER as Amelia finished dressing for our little getaway. I’m sure she’s thinking that she’ll run screaming to airport security to save her; she’s a captive, I’m a monster, etcetera. Well, I’m looking all too forward to enlighten her. This is a scheme to dispel rumors, and she will play along. Otherwise, there will be consequences.
    The limo driver steps up to the entryway, “Are you about ready, sir?”
    I force a smile, annoyed at the fact that this simpleton dare rush me, “Shortly. I am waiting for my girlfriend.”
    I could always hire a staff. I could pay for their silence. A driver, a butler and a maid perhaps. It’s dangerous to allow a stranger such as Mr. Kingsley here around my estate. I don’t know him from Adam, so it’s even more discerning. I’ll need to keep Amelia in check until we get into the limo. Once there, we’ll have a little chit-chat.
    He nods curtly, “Of course sir, shall I take your luggage?”
    I nod in response.
    As he’s wheeling the fine, leather luggage out the doors, Amelia descends down the stairs – her eyes immediately snapping to Mr. Kingsley. He smiles politely before exiting the foyer.
    “You look beautiful, my love.” I say as I go to her, capturing her hand and helping her down the last step.
    She’s wearing the dress that I bought her. It’s light and breezy, the neckline is low cut, allowing the soft inner curve of her breasts to call to me. She’s wearing one of the pieces of jewelry that I bought her around her neck; two hearts intertwined – one outlined with black diamonds, the other with white. I thought it was fitting for her and I, the angel and her demon. The dress falls in such a way that I can see the apex between her beautiful thighs through the soft material. Her hair hangs loose and the expensive sunglasses are perched on top of her silky brunette hair. Her face is free of any makeup, other than stained red lips, which contrast perfectly against her milky skin. She’s my stunning little dove; I love it when she wears white. Innocent. Sweet. Pure.
    I pull her into my arms and look into her eyes, “Don’t even so much as think of looking at Mr. Kingsley the wrong way.