1. Diavolo Ch 06


    Date: 1/25/2016, Categories: Love Stories, Author: Levanahyll, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

    “It’s a decent enough job. At least I’m not a stripper!” Mikayla sputtered. “Fuck you. I’ll have you know it was one time in Vegas and it was for Gabriel. That’s right. Gabe shoved a hundred dollar bill down my panties and I gave him the lap-dance of his life. You got my leftovers, Abs. And he dumped your ass from what I can see. That chick that wheeled him out of the hospital practically had her tongue down his throat.” “He said it was staged,” Abigail defended. More laughing, contemptuous this time. “You gullible idiot, that’s what he told me about you at first, too.” She snorted with disdain. “How far did you let him get, Abby? Did he have you suck his cock, too, or maybe do a little phone sex with you?” Abigail hung up, horrified. Oh-god, had Gabriel let Mikayla…? Did they have sex? The thought disgusted Abigail. The thought she’d been touching herself thinking of the man disgusted her more, especially knowing her sister had had her mouth and who knew what else all over him. It made her want to gag. The images of the redhead locking lips with him just made her queasier. He’d probably come to her expecting to kiss her with that same mouth full of someone else’s germs. Abigail sat numbly on the armchair she’d vacated. The television was still showing images of Diavolo onstage. Laser lights lit up a stage, people screamed and pumped the air with their fists. Angelo pounded the drum set, his blond hair flying all over his face, Rafael and Ariel played close together, their ...
    hair obstructing their faces, and Gabriel ran up and down the edge of the stage, his bared upper body gleaming with sweat. Michael joined him as Gabriel reached to catch something a fan threw at him. Abigail’s eyes widened when she realized it was a pair of red panties. He held it high like a trophy, back bowing back as he sang his heart out. When they began flashing pictures of Gabriel with different glamorous women, ending with the grainy ones of her with Gabriel, she elected to turn the flat screen off, sick to her stomach. She’d become one of Gabriel’s many women. At least she could hold her head up, knowing she’d never allowed him to bed her. Anna Maria brought out more refreshments. The sound of the door opening had Abigail stiffening. “That would be my housekeeper,” Anna Maria grinned. In walked an elderly black woman dressed in dark purple leggings and a big grey t-shirt with a picture of the cat Tartar Sauce on it. “Come meet Gabriel’s girlfriend,” Anna Maria was saying, all smiles. The other woman’s eyes widened and a smile spread over her face. “Oh-my-lord, let me see,” she said coming closer after leaving her purse and two shopping bags on the table by the entry. Abigail lifted her hand and shook the woman’s hand. “Hello. I’m Abigail,” she said. “Ooh, nice to meet you. Oh-my-goodness, but you’re so beautiful. My name is Sharmane.” Abigail’s smile froze for a moment. Was this the same Sharmane that cleaned the bedroom of the mysterious owner of the beach house she ...
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