ACCIDENTALLY MARRIED TO THE BILLIONAIRE SINGLE DAD (Gabrielle and Damon) novel Chapter 28

CHAPTER TWENTY–EIGHT

GABRIELLE’S POV

The jet took me to New York, where I proceeded to wait for Damon all night in a hotel.

He didn’t show up.

I wondered why I still expected him to behave like a proper human being and communicate when he’d be late. I got off the bed and freshened up before calling room service for breakfast.

I checked the bags for something I could wear but most of my things were in the other jet with Damon.

I decided to check his bags for a shirt or jacket and that was when I saw his iPad. Curiosity got the best of me and I turned it on.

It was password and finger print secured so I couldn’t unlock it. I connected it to the WiFi and his location from few hours ago popped up.

EDEN

I wondered where could be so I searched it on my phone. The results came back with photos and my fist clenched. He was at a strip bar while I waited all night for him.

Screw him.

I turned the iPad off and kept it in his bag.

A knock came on my door. I opened it, expecting room service but Damon was standing there.

His eyes swept over me and I realized I was standing in front of him with nothing but a tiny towel around my body.

His jaw tightened. “What are you doing?”

I walked away to the dresser. “Coming from you after spending the night at a strip club few blocks from here is wild.”

He entered the room and shut the door behind him, his eyes on my exposed thighs.

“It doesn’t mean anything,” he said, dropping the bags on the couch by the side.

“Are you kidding me?” I snapped. “Pool dancing is one of the most seductive things a woman can do. I should know because I used to take lessons.”

“I just needed…” His voice faltered, and he ran a hand through his hair. “I needed to deal with things. You weren’t supposed to find out.”

I arched a brow, gripping the edge of the dresser. “Supposed to find out? Damon, I stayed up waiting for you. You didn’t even call. I was going to give myself to you and you chose strippers over me?”

His eyes darkened. “Many of those strippers don’t have to choice. They didn’t choose to be there. Life happened to them.”

I stepped closer. “So what? You’re patronizing them because you feel bad for them? You don’t have feelings, Damon. Except with me. So it’s simple. You went to them because they were what you wanted. Not me.

He turned away and took off his shirt, revealing his well sculpted body. Fucking bastard. He knew what he was doing.

I turned away, refusing to let him manipulate me. “That won’t work. I’m very mad at you.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Gabrielle,” he said. “And going to the strip club doesn’t mean anything. I used to go there long before I met you.”

My jaw dropped and I swung around but he was already unbuckling his belt, his eyes on me.

CHAPTER TWENTY–FIGHT

My face flushed at the sight.

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I turned around again. “So what? You have a willing wife at home. It may be just a contract between us but we both admitted to wanting this. I can’t believe you how you act sometimes.”

The bathroom door open. “Get a grip, Gabrielle.”

Then I heard the door shut.

Get a grip?

I’d get a grip alright.

I exhaled as I stepped into Eden.

I took the only elevator down to the underground bar. Chills ran down my spine at the sight in front of me.

Half naked women danced on the center floor and the men threw notes at them. I could have sworn I saw someone having sex on the other end of the room but then again, everyone looked like they were.

Fortunately for me, my thirst for revenge was stronger than my cold feet.

Damon had gone out for a business meeting and I decided to take my revenge by getting a grip just like he suggested.

I’d be getting a grip on the pool.

“Ouu, bella donna,” a man said. “Cosa ti porta qui?”

I raised a brow. “I only speak English and Mandarin.”

He smiled, revealing his gold teeth. “I was just saying how beautiful you are. What brings such beauty here?”

“I want to speak to the boss,” I said, tugging the fur coat over my body tightly. “I’d like to have a chance at the pole.”

His smile widened. “I’m the boss here, cara. Call me Antonio. And you don’t look the kind of girls we get in here.” “Let’s save the interview for after my performance. But first, call Damon Gravari and tell him Gabrielle Vanderbilt came looking for him,” I said with a smile.

I took off my coat, revealing myself in just my red underwear set and garter belt. I wore a black platform heel with red sole to match. Attached to my hip was a prop gun and a whip.

Antonio’s whistle cut through the noise. He stepped closer, his eyes dark and amused.

“Brava,” he said, his voice low. “You know how to make an entrance, cara.”

“I know how to do better with a pole,” I flirted, undoing the first button of his shirt.

He sized me up, then pulled a phone from his pocket. “You want Gravari called?”

“Tell him Gabrielle Vanderbilt is here,” I said.

He frowned, thumbed a number, and barked in Italian. I read the change in his face when he listened. He looked back at me with a slow grin.

“He’s in the other suite,” he said. “He’ll be here in minutes. He didn’t sound too pleased.”

I smirked and walked to the pole. “I’m counting on that.”

I got to the pole and gripped it with one hand. The cold metal steadied me and I pushed off the floor, letting my body move.

CHAPTER TWENTY–FISHT

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The lights followed me as I turned. My hair fell over my face and I brushed it back. The crowd cheered but I didn’t look at them. I. moved higher and let my legs wrap around the pole, holding my balance.

My heart pounded but I didn’t stop.

I leaned back, caught myself, and slid down until my feet touched the floor again. I was a little rusty from lack of practice but I managed to push through.

The confidence that gave me the crazy revenge idea faltered when my eyes fell on Damon’s.

He stood there, watching me dance, his expression unreadable. I twirled around the pole again and suspended my legs in the air.

A man close to the stage whistled. “That’s how you do it.‘

I leaned down and whispered in his ears, my eyes still on Damon.

His jaw tightened and he dropped the glass he was holding. He reached us in a few strides and hauled the man across the room. The man crashed into a table and toppled over the drinks but nobody bat an eyelid. Instead, the cheered and made way for him.

Damon reached the stage and hurled me over his shoulders.

I hit his back, my legs dangling in the air and my ass bare. “Let me down, you bastard. I thought it meant nothing to you.”

He didn’t respond. He took me through the section to a private lounge before dropping me as his body pinned mine to the wall. His hand slammed beside my head and his breath hit my face. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

I glared up at him. “Getting a grip, remember?”

His jaw clenched. “You call that getting a grip? You were about to humiliate yourself in front of half of New York.”

“I was humiliating you,” I said. “That’s what you deserve. Besides, you heard the cheers. I did a very good job getting a grip.”

His eyes darkened. “Yeah, you did. But I hate that other people had to see that.”

He leaned down and his lips captured mine. He kissed me slow and deep until I was melting into his warmth.

Then he pulled away and nodded at the pole behind me. “So you’re going to do it again. Now. And just for my eyes only.”