ACCIDENTALLY MARRIED TO THE BILLIONAIRE SINGLE DAD (Gabrielle and Damon) novel Chapter 13

RIELLE’S POV

The security men stopped when they saw Damon.

That’s Damon Gravari!

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I heard the other customers and staff whisper amongst themselves. Prior to our meeting I didn’t know him but he seemed to be quite popular.

He stood there, his presence dominating with one hand in his suit pocket. His expression was cold as usual.

No one spoke at first.

Until the salesman broke the silence. “Sir, we- we thought she was-”

“A thief,” Mia interrupted quickly, her tone confident. “She tried to steal a Dior dress and-”

“I didn’t,” I said, my voice shaking slightly. I straightened, refusing to cower especially now that he was here. “I was only shopping but she kept following me. She grabbed the dress from me and it ripped.”

Mia scoffed. “Right. Because people like you come in here all the time for Dior.”

Damon’s cold eyes turned to her. “People like her?” he repeated.

“I— I meant—”

“She’s my wife,” he deadpanned.

Mia went pale. The salesman looked like he might faint. The guards froze mid–breath.

“Your… wife?” one stammered.

“Yes,” Damon said coldly, stepping closer to me. He took my hand in his. “And I believe she was trying to shop. Not steal”

“I–I’m sorry, sir,” the salesman stuttered. “We didn’t know-”

“That’s clear,” Damon said. “Because if you did, you wouldn’t have spoken to her that way.”

Mia opened her mouth, but one look from him shut her up instantly.

“Apologize,” he said, his tone colder now.

“I–I’m so sorry, ma’am,” she stammered. “I didn’t mean-”

“Yes, you did,” I said quietly, cutting her off.

Her face flushed crimson. Damon’s gaze flicked to me, almost surprised, but he didn’t stop me.

“I may not look like someone who belongs here,” I said, “but next time, you might want to think before treating a customer like trash. Everyone deserves respect regardless of who they are”

Mia’s lips parted but no sound came out.

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Damon finally spoke. “Wrap up everything she touched. We’ll take it all.”

The salesman blinked. “Sir, you mean-”

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“All of it,” he repeated then turned to Mia. “I want to speak to your manager to make sure you loose your jobs. Both of you.”

The color drained from Mia’s face. “S–sir, please-”

Damon’s cold gaze sliced through her plea. “You had no problem humiliating my wife five minutes ago. Now you can explain that to your manager.”

The salesman fumbled with the scanner, his hands trembling as he began bagging every dress, shoe, and accessory I’d touched.

Mia started to cry. “We didn’t know-”

“Exactly. And that’s why you should treat everyone with respect,” I cut in then turned to Damon. “Let it go. I’m sure they won’t do this again.”

The salesman spoke up. “Yes, ma. We apologize and promise this would never happen again.”

Damon turned to me and nodded.

As we walked out, the two security guards followed behind, arms full of glossy shopping bags. The manager rushed out, bowing and apologizing, but Damon brushed him off.

He guided me through the glass doors, his hand at the small of my back possessively.

***

“Oh, yes… Damon” I moaned, my back arching off the gym floor.

His voice rang in my ears as I stared into those cold blue eyes. “Isn’t this what you wanted?”

He teased my entrance with his cock, making my hip buckle up for more. My legs wrapped tightly around his waist.

“Please… more….” I begged, trembling under his weight.

His breath fanned my ears. “Spread those legs open, Gabrielle.”

I did as he said without question and he thrust inside me slowly, taking his time to fill me up.

“Ah…. Damon!” I whimpered.

He paused his movements but his eyes stayed on mine. “Damon? Where are you? Damon!”

His voice sounded feminine.

I woke up with jolt, my body hot and sweaty as I jumped off the bed. It was just a sex dream. A very realistic sex dream that made me soak my panties.

Something about him defending me in the boutique must have done something to me.

My thighs clenched together instinctively, missing the feel of him inside me. What was wrong with me?

“Damion! Come down here!” I heard a female voice from downstairs.

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I stepped out of the bed and went downstairs. The hallway was quiet. Susan must have gone out for groceries and George drove her there as usual.

I got to the living room and my eyes fell on a very beautiful young woman and a little girl. The woman had blonde hair, high cheek bones and full lip fillers.

“Hi,” I said, with a smile. “Damon’s not home.”

She frowned. “Are you his new bed toy? Why are you sweating like that in this cold weather?” she asked with a thick Slavic

accent.

I flushed.

“I don’t know who you are,” I said coolly, tugging my robe tighter, “but if you’re looking for Damon, you’ll have to wait.”

She scoffed, glancing around the house. “You must be new. I’m Anya. Damon’s wife. And this-” she gestured at the little girl clinging to her leg, “-is Lila, our child.”

My chest tightened.

I froze, her words sinking in like ice.

His wife?

My mouth went dry, but I managed to keep my expression composed. “Oh.”

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