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Diavolo Ch 02

Date: 4/16/2016, Categories: Love Stories, Author: Levanahyll, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

passed around as the butler came back with the prized bottle. “I think we should give the honor to our guest of honor,” Daniel said gesturing to Gabriel. The butler approached him with the bottle and a glass. The bottle was presented to Gabriel for his inspection. A nineteen-forty-five, Romanée-Conti. Gabriel’s hands began to sweat. It wasn’t everyday he was privy to opening a sixty-year-old bottle of rare red wine. The thing had to have cost a fortune. He looked at Abigail. She was staring at him as if he were about to murder a puppy. Well, here goes to celebrating his fake engagement to Pop Tart. Gabriel nodded to the butler, who proceeded to pop the vintage bottle open. Abigail began to fan herself. He just stared at her as the butler poured the first taste. It was much like tasting a woman for the first time. Like tasting Abigail. He took the glass and swirled the liquid, appreciating the color and body. The rich, deep, red glowed beautifully in the soft candle light. He gazed at Abigail over the rim of the glass. Beautiful color rose up her throat to suffuse her cheeks…so beautiful. He couldn’t believe he’d once thought her plain. He was out of his mind. Keeping his gaze locked on hers, he sniffed the wine’s fragrant bouquet. His mouth watered in anticipation, the scent already making him heady. Slowly, bringing the glass up closer, he opened his lips and let a bit of the liquid spill in. Abigail’s pupils dilated and he could see the pulse in her throat hammering ... wildly. She felt it too…as much as she tried to portray a prim demeanor. She played down her looks, but it only incited him more. Abigail finally tore her gaze from his. She struggled to catch her breath, her composure. Her face was still flushed, gloriously rose all over. He did that to her. But why? Did he frighten her? Did he stir her blood they she did his? Yeah. This was insane. He barely knew the chick. He needed to put the brakes on whatever it was she was stirring in him, before he ended up a statistic like his dead parents. Footsteps had him sitting up straighter. He already knew who approached. Gabriel stood when Daniel stood. Two butlers rushed forward to pull out the remaining chairs. Turning to his right, Gabriel stared at the woman responsible for the nightmare that had befallen his mother and real father…Paulina Montenegro. The woman was tall, slim, and elegant. Her blonde hair was pulled back from her face and she wore a simple black knee-length cocktail dress that accentuated her lovely figure. He knew she had to be in her mid to late fifties, but she was still beautiful. Not a single line marred that face. Apparently, no emotions had ever etched themselves into that cold unfeeling countenance. Her dark eyes stared at him intently, a predator sizing up a rival. She didn’t fool him though. He could see the horror in those eyes even though her face remained a blank mask. “Mother,” Daniel began, “Meet Gabriel. Gabriel, this is my mother, Paulina Montenegro.” Gabriel ...