ACCIDENTALLY MARRIED TO THE BILLIONAIRE SINGLE DAD (Gabrielle and Damon) novel Chapter 19

GABRIELLE’S POV

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His lips moved against mine, slow at first, then deeper and hungrier. His hands moved to run through my hair while the other lifted my chin up.

For someone who couldn’t feel, his kiss felt passionate and I wanted more. I placed my hand on his shoulder and he stiffened before breaking this kiss.

I caught my breath. “What’s wrong?”

He just stared at me and I could feel he was fighting the urge to run away again. I moved my hand down to his chest and felt his heart thudding wildly underneath.

“Do I make you feel, Damon?”

His mouth parted but he didn’t respond.

I placed my other hand on his chest and I heard him breathe sharply. “Is that why you push me away?”

A knock on the partition broke the moment. “We’re home, Master Damon.”

He moved back immediately, straightening his jacket like nothing happened.

“We should go inside,” he said, his voice back to its usual coldness.

I blinked, still trying to catch up. “After all that, you just—”

“Go inside, Gabrielle,” he cut in.

I stared at him, but he didn’t look at me. He opened the door and stepped out of the limo, walking toward the house without another word.

I sat there for a few seconds, my pulse still racing. I hated how he could just turn everything off that easily.

When I finally got out, he was already inside. The front door closed behind him before I could speak.

I stood on the porch, staring at it. Then I muttered under my breath, “You feel nothing, my ass.”

And I walked in.

“Why did you kiss me, Damon?” I shouted after him.

He stopped to look at me. “You didn’t stop me.”

“I didn’t want to”

“Then why didn’t you?”

I stared at him, at the man who could say he felt nothing and still kiss me like that.

“You’re drunk.”

“So are you,” he said quietly.

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The space between us felt heavy. I wanted to say something, anything, but my throat was dry.

He leaned took off his suit jacket and ran a hand through his hair. “You think kissing me changes anything?”

“No,” I said. “It just proves you’re a liar.”

He frowned. “How?”

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“You say you don’t feel, but you kissed me like you did. So it’s either you’re a liar or that I do something to you. That’s why you won’t let me go and that’s why you won’t open up to me.”

His eyes held mine for a few seconds before he looked away. “You’re imagining things.”

“Maybe,” I said. “But you didn’t look empty just now. That kiss didn’t feel emotionless.”

He didn’t respond. He walked off to a part of the villa I hadn’t seen before, a bar. He poured himself a glass of something strong and downed it all at once.

I watched him for a while. “You’re scared, aren’t you?”

He looked at me. “Of what?”

“Of feeling something again.”

He said nothing, but his jaw tightened. “Go to bed, Gabrielle.”

I shook my head, trying not to stumble. “No, I’m not letting it go this time, Damon. Talk to me.”

He set the glass down hard enough for the sound to echo through the quiet villa. His back was still to me.

“There’s nothing to talk about,” he said.

I walked closer. “Then why are you shaking?”

He turned around.

His eyes were darker now, guarded but no longer cold. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”

“Then tell me,” I said. “You keep saying you can’t feel, but I see it. You’re angry, you’re scared, and you’re-”

“Enough,” he said.

I froze.

He ran a hand over his face, then through his hair, pacing once before stopping again.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about?” he said. “You think I enjoy whatever the fuck this is? You have no idea what it’s like to wake up and feel nothing. No guilt, no happiness and no fear Just nothing”

My throat tightened, but I stayed still.

“I don’t remember the last time I wanted something.” he said quietly. “Until now”

The silence after that was heavy. My chest tightened and for a second I couldn’t breathe.

“Then why fight it?” I asked.

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He gave a tired breath. “Because wanting something is the first step to losing it. And I’m not going through all of that again.”

I stepped closer. “What happened to you?”

His mouth parted slightly but he clammed it shut for a second before saying, “The party is over, Gabrielle. Except you want to come upstairs with me, you’ll go to bed now.”

I shook my head. “No, Damon. You’re not going to push me away by suggesting sex. It won’t work anymore because… because I want you too.”

His expression changed–just a flicker–but I saw it. There was a hint of surprise, or maybe even fear.

He let out a dry laugh. “And what would a virgin know about desire?”

His word stung but I didn’t care. I knew he was just trying to hurt me and push me away again.

“I know enough to tell when it’s real,” I said quietly.

He looked away, his jaw tightening again. “You should stop before you regret this.”

“I won’t,” I said. “You can keep pretending you feel nothing, but I see through it. You’re not empty, Damon at least not with me. You’re just scared.”

He turned back to me.“You don’t know anything about me.”

“Then tell me,” I pressed. “Tell me what happened.”

He exhaled through his nose, a heavy breath that sounded like defeat. “You wouldn’t understand.”

“Try me.”

For a long moment, he just stared at me. The air between us felt charged, and I could see the conflict in his eyes. He wanted to shut me out, but something held him back.

Then eyes fell on something behind me. “Ah, Fiorella.”

I turned around and a woman with brown skin, long curls and amber eyes was standing behind me. My mouth parted slightly at the sight of her. She was so beautiful that she could pass for a goddess.

She walked closer. “This must be Gabrielle.”

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