Chapter 33

“Your grandfather paid for all this?” I asked in a hushed voice while sitting across him at our table in a fancy restaurant with a name I couldn’t even pronounce, but the food made up for the horrendous name.

Gabriel rolled his eyes. “That’s what a gift means, Freckles.”

I blinked, unconvinced. “The timing is just a little suspicious.”

“Why?”

“It’s out of nowhere.”

“No, it isn’t. We never had a honeymoon because we met each other for the first time at the altar, so my grandfather figured two months is enough time for me to get to know you. Hence the out of nowhere honeymoon.”

“Hm.” I dig into my pasta, still not quite convinced, but I had other things on my mind- like how I had fallen in love with the meatballs I was eating, and how no restaurant would be able to replicate it’s taste back at home.

“How many days are we going to be here for?” I asked him. That’s how most conversations between us go, I initiate, he replies.

A few

I raised an eyebrow. “What is a few?”

“Well, we have a jet. We can go back whenever we like.”

“So there’s no return date?”

“Not yet.”

“But you said you had a business dinner on Saturday.”

Gabriel frowned. “When did I say that?”

“To James,” I remind him, “When he invited us over for dinner.”

“Oh that.” A smug expression crosses his face.

My lips part. “You lied!”

“I did nothing of that sort. Gabriel wasn’t too much of a convincing liar when he didn’t want to be.

“Is there an extent

jealous, Freckles. Just

roll my eyes, focusing back on my pasta as a

“What’re you wearing?”

shirt and skirt?

se that

His

“I

glared at him. “Aren’t

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“You wanted me

Nonchalant as ever, he ate.

replied, serious as ever. “One

small but sly smile covered my lips.

to tear

can’t ruin all my nice

then I’d buy you

I giggled shaking

kink?” He asked, “A fantasy you’re scared to even

stared at him, I knew he could tell from my red face it was way more interesting than he earlier thought. Nonetheless, I looked at him pointedly. “Is every question you

everything else about

“No, you don’t”

comfort

genre is hip-hop. You binge watch your shows whenever you’re sad.

Facebook material.” I mumble, not meeting

material that you

scowl, “I

here’s one thing I didn’t know about

roll my eyes. “Whatever

the thoughts of f*cking you. Or actually

part.

you wrong, which means I

again. “I can’t tell you, I’murmur. It was

can. Ask me mine and I’ll tell you in a

knowing his answers meant giving him mine and I wasn’t ready for that yet. I’m not ready. I’ll tell it to you when

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