1. Diavolo Ch 09


    Date: 11/18/2015, Categories: Love Stories, Author: Levanahyll, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

    looked away for a second before turning back to her with a frown. “If I had it all my way, we’d be on a plane to Vegas right now to get hitched and you’d be pregnant before the sun came up or I’d break my back trying, baby.” She sucked in a harsh breath at his candor. His brows pinched over the bridge of his nose. “Your tongue is blue.” She blinked at the sudden change of topic. “So is yours,” she managed to say over her breathlessness. “Gabriel, can we take a picture with you,” a couple of blonde girls squealed, bouncing up and down. He looked away from her, but not before she saw him frown at the intrusion. His face changed to an easy smile as he stood though. “Sure,” he replied. Abigail noticed him leaning more on his left leg. It was probably time they headed back to their room. The blondes bounded over to him, one of them practically shoving her phone under Abigail’s nose. “Could you, pretty please?” she said with an ear-to-ear grin. Abigail smiled back and took the phone. She walked a few paces away from the bench where she and Gabriel had been resting. When she turned, she was confronted by the view of the girls plastering their overly large breasts to Gabriel, clutching at him with big lusty grins on their spray-tanned faces. Gabriel’s smile did not reach his eyes, merely a tilt of the corners of his generous lips. Still, he looked hot and, of course, the picture would probably be one the girls would boast about for a long time. They asked for a kiss each, and Gabriel ...
    pecked their cheeks, even though they were obviously trying for his mouth. Jealousy was a bitter taste on her tongue, but it was hardly his fault. He was a public figure. This was something she would have to deal with being his girlfriend and later on his wife. Stress lines bracketed his mouth. It was probably time for his pain meds. Stroking his dark hair back from his face, she suggested they go back to the room. He smiled at her and nodded. “Whatever you say, Poptart.” She grinned up at him, hugging her big white teddy bear. She was going to have to come up with a good pet name for him also. ******* Life had a way of intruding when you least wanted it to. They returned to the beach house on Newport Bay. Diamond had booked them recording time at a studio, despite Gabriel’s protests. They only had three songs. What the fuck was the rush? Once in the studio though, his muse gripped him by the balls and four more songs were churned out. Michal would give him a ride early to the studio and they wouldn’t leave until late at night. Four days of this, and he’d returned to find Abigail had cooked him a succulent steak dinner to soften the blow of telling him she had a job. He did his best not to flip out until she told him it was in the same building as North Star Records. “What?” he bellowed. “It’s a daycare on the first floor. I’m going to be an aid, reading stories to the children and playing games with them.” Gabriel had stood abruptly, sending the dining room chair flying. He ...
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