ACCIDENTALLY MARRIED TO THE BILLIONAIRE SINGLE DAD (Gabrielle and Damon) novel Chapter 3

Chapter 3

GABRIELLE’S POV

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I woke up the next morning when the sun was already out, the bright lights seeping into the bedroom through the see hrough walls.

[ blinked a few times, disoriented, before the events of last night came rushing back to me.

I groaned as I sat up, my brain pounding so hard in my head. I closed my eyes and waited for it to pass but it didn’t.

‘Oh, there she is,” a voice said. “You look so peaceful when you sleep. Nothing like the drunk who dented my car.”

I popped my eyes open but winced when the light hit them again. I turned toward the voice, my pulse quickening instantly.

The stranger from last night stood by the glass wall, his shirt unbuttoned at the top, and sleeves rolled halfway, holding a mug of coffee.

The city skyline stretched behind him. High–rise buildings, glittering sunlight, and the faint sound of traffic far below.

My heart skipped. “Where am I?”

He took a sip, unbothered. “One of my places.”

I looked down at myself under the sheets and realized I was naked. My face burned hot red.

Did I give my virginity to this obnoxious stranger last night?

I groaned, burying my face in my hands. “Oh my God.”

‘Relax. Nothing happened.”

‘Yeah, that’s exactly what men say before women find out something did happen.”

His lips curl faintly but it didn’t reach his eyes. “If I’d wanted to take advantage of you, I wouldn’t have carried you up just to put you to bed.”

I peeked at him through my fingers. “You carried me?”

“You insisted you could walk. You made it to the elevator, then fell asleep against the wall.”

I let out a slow breath. “Great. Humiliation level: complete.”

He shrugged, still watching me. “You talk in your sleep too.”

My head shot up. “What did I say?”

He tilted his head, his face expressionless. “Something about stabbing a twin and stealing a dog”

I groaned again, dragging a pillow over my face. “Kill me now.”

“I’d rather make you breakfast,” he said, already heading toward the door. “You need something in your system before that hangover kills you.”

I peeked at him from under the pillow. “You cook?”

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He stopped, one hand on the doorframe. “I make a mean omelet. And coffee strong enough to wake the dead.”

I hesitated, then sighed. “Fine. But I’m not staying long.”

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“Didn’t think you would.” He turned slightly, his eyes glinting. “But you might want to put on some clothes first.”

I looked down and groaned. “How did I get naked if nothing happened between us?”

He smirked. “Who said nothing happened between us. Look at your finger.”

I stared down at my fingers to see a rock on one of them. A wedding ring. And it wasn’t the one Jared got me.

My breath caught in my throat. “What the hell is this?”

He took another slow sip of coffee, watching me over the rim of the mug like he was enjoying every second of my confusion.

“Looks like a ring,” he said simply.

“Don’t play games with me.” My voice came out shaky. “Did you–did we–get married?”

He set the mug down on the table beside him and slipped his hands into his pockets, walking closer. “You insisted on it.”

“I what?”

“You wouldn’t stop crying about being ‘the only bride left unwed on her wedding day‘ so you made me prove you weren’t.” His tone was so casual it made my stomach twist.

I stared at him, wide–eyed. “You’re lying.”

“Am I?” He tilted his head, studying me. “You signed the documents. I have the CCTV footage with audio if you want.”

I froze, my heart pounding in my chest. “You’re joking.”

He shrugged. “You were very persuasive. The chapel was open and the officiant owed me a favor. You said yes… twice.”

I clutched the sheets tighter to my chest. “You married a drunk woman?”

He leaned forward slightly, voice low and maddeningly calm. “I didn’t force you to do anything, Gabrielle. You begged me to. You said you didn’t want to be alone on your wedding night.”

“You fucking bastard!” I spat.

His expression remained cold. “I haven’t even told you the best part. You should be thanking me for not sleeping with you after you begged me to”

My jaw dropped. “No, I didn’t.”

“Yes, you did. I think you need this more than I do,” he said, handing over his cup of coffee. “You striped down and begged me to consummate our marriage. I looked away, of course. But from the little I saw, I was impressed”

My chest tightened. “Oh my God.”

I stared at him, my face burning with humiliation and fury. My throat tightened, and I couldn’t tell if I wanted to scream or cry first.

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“You’re disgusting,” I hissed. “You actually went through with it? You couldn’t have sex with a drunk woman but you asked her to marry you?”

He arched a brow. “Technically, you were the one doing the asking. Besides, a drunk woman can’t give sexual consent.”

“Don’t turn this on me!” I snapped, throwing the pillow at him. It hit his chest, but he didn’t even move. “You could’ve said

no!”

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