1. Diavolo Ch 08


    Date: 8/20/2015, Categories: Love Stories, Author: Levanahyll, Rating: 7, Source: LushStories

    tenderloin steaks and lobster tails, and had Mike cook them out on the grill. Potatoes were in the oven as she prepared asparagus stalks in a huge skillet. Erica set the table - to Abigail’s surprise - with Gabriel’s white square plates and silverware. In the living room, Angelo and Ariel played with the Xbox, shouting insults at one another over some game until the scents of food drew them to the kitchen like hungry children. “God, I hate Gabriel so much right now,” Angelo suddenly exclaimed, looking over Abigail’s shoulder. She looked up at him, eyes wide. “Why? What did he do?” Looking back out into the living room, Gabriel laid sleeping on his inflatable mattress again. It was a shame there wasn’t a bedroom on the main floor. “I saw you first, damn-it. You’re gorgeous and you can cook more than Chef Boyardee.” Abigail rolled her eyes and shook her head. “Please go back to the living room and let me finish this.” About an hour later, they all congregated at the outside dining table. Michael had lit the fire pit and turned up the fairy lights on the deck. The warm breeze brought with it the scent of the ocean and the sounds of the sea. Millions of stars winked from a velvet black sky the moon, a sliver of white low in the sky reflected off the shimmering water. The bay was breathtaking, surrounded by the twinkling lights of the glamorous houses around it and fancy crafts of all sizes in its waters. Gabriel still had a sleepy face when she put his plate before him. He ...
    rubbed his eyes and frowned. “Who ordered take out? Smells fucking good.” Mike smiled at him. “No take-out, man. Abs made it.” Gabriel looked at his plate again. “Jesus-christ, woman.” Abigail bit her lips, wondering if there was something wrong. Everyone ate almost in silence for a few minutes, nothing but the sounds of appreciation with every bite. Gabriel watched her with every bite he took, his serious stare making her nervous. What was going through his head? At one point he reached over and took her hand, pressing a lingering kiss over her knuckles, his eyes so intense, she felt herself blush from head to toe. Everyone conversed, tales of the outrageous things that happened to them on their tours or at shows had Abigail gasping in shock or laughing until her sides hurt. One their first shows before a big crowd had ended up rather abruptly when the entire stage had collapsed. Another time some woman kept accusing Gabriel of being Bret Michaels incognito. “Fucks-sake,” Gabriel groused. “I look nothing like the dude. I’ve got green eyes and black hair. Real hair mind you.” Abigail smiled looking around the table. “Who’s Bret Michaels?” Angelo’s white wine sprayed from his mouth as he choked. Ariel snickered and Michael shook his head in dismay. Gabriel just stared at her in concern. “He’s the guy from Poison,” Erica giggled. “Total eye-candy when he was younger, not too bad now either actually.” “Poison?” “You know,” Angelo began, wiping his laughing mouth off with a napkin, ...
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