Page 395 of Valentino

The car finally pulls up, “Here you go, Grace.”

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 house.”

“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 at 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 clusterfuck 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 fucking 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, Grace. I wouldn’t push your luck; my control is hanging by a thread as it is.”

I cross my arms and glare at the back of the doors, I have never been so infuriated.

“You’re an asshole,” I 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 fucking selfish can you be? I probably have an STD now.”

“I always wear condoms; trust me, you do not have an STD,” 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 waving like a red flag in front of a bull.

“I’m not one of your bimbos, Gabriel.”