ACCIDENTALLY MARRIED TO THE BILLIONAIRE SINGLE DAD (Gabrielle and Damon) novel Chapter 87

CHAPTER EIGHTY SEVEN

GABRIELLE’S POV

I folded my arms across my chest. “There’s no way in hell I’m going in there, Damon.”

He tilted his head, studying me from the doorway of the tattoo shop. “This is just one out of the many things I want to do with you. You wanted to live, didn’t you?”

“Yes, I did,” I answered. “But I didn’t know your idea of living involved getting a tattoo.”

He exhaled and reached out to cup my cheeks. “It’s not. This is just the beginning. What exactly are you scared of, Gabrielle?”

His question caught me off guard. My mouth parted to respond but nothing came out. His palm was warm against my cheeks but his eyes were cold.

“You don’t have to get inked immediately,” he said after I didn’t respond..“You can watch me get one. Or are you scared?”

I frowned. “Of course, I’m not.”

“Good,” he responded. “Getting rid of fear is the first step to living.”

I nodded slowly and took a deep breath to calm myself down. He pulled away and opened the door.

The place was clean, expensive–looking, and filled with tatted–up people. Some of them had unconventional piercings and hairstyles.

This was the kind of place Emily would thrive in. I could already picture Father’s disapproving face at me for entering a place like

this.

I stood beside Damon as he spoke to the receptionist. In his dark blue suit, he looked like a sharp contrast to everyone else in the

room.

When they finished their conversation, I turned to him. “What design did you pick?”

He looked at me. “You’ll find out soon enough.”

I hesitated clinging to him like a second skin, my hands twisting nervously. “And… you’re sure this is safe?”

His lips curled at the sides but it wasn’t a smile. “I’m always sure.”

The tattoo artist, a tall man with ink crawling up his neck and arms, approached us. “Mr. Gravari, ready?”

Damon nodded and glanced at me. “You don’t have to stay if you don’t want to.”

I swallowed and shook my head. “I… I want to see.”

He gave me a slow, approving nod, and for a moment I felt like I was on the edge of something dangerous, exciting, and completely new.

The artist led us to their VIP room and gestured at the couch for me to sit.

I didn’t.

I sat on a chair near my husband instead.

Damon took off his jacket, rolled up his sleeve, and positioned himself under the bright lamp.

The artist pulled out a cream but Damon raised his hand.

“No numbing cream for me.”

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My fingers tightened on the edge of the chair as the needle touched my skin for the first time.

The sharp sting made me wince, but Damon’s hand kept caressing my thigh, distracting me from the pain.

And turning me the fuck on.

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DAMON’S POV

“That wasn’t so bad,” Gabrielle said as soon as we got into the car.

We had stopped at the mall so she could shop but all she wanted was ice cream. I wanted to do more activities with her but she was already tired.

Another day, then.

I glanced at her, brow slightly furrowed, but her face stayed as expressive as always. She had a childlike joy about her that had me fascinated.

She was already shoving spoonfuls of ice cream in her mouth as if the world had just ended and she was making up for lost time. “Maybe it was because of the numbing cream,” she said, smacking her lips. “Honestly, I thought it would hurt way more.”

Her tongue darted out to lick the cream from the side of her lips and I felt my cock jerk in my pants.

She raised her head and caught me staring at her. “What?”

I said nothing, just kept my eyes on the road. Ever since our first time together, every little thing she did turned me on.

I took a deep breath and looked anywhere but at her to calm myself.

We were already outside the villa and as I drove through the big gates, I had already started plotting to eat her out like she ate

the ice cream.

“Damon?” she called out, her voice softer this time.

I glanced at her, keeping my face neutral. “Yes?”

“Isn’t that Beatrice and Selene?”

I followed her eyes to the other side of the driveway, where two women were talking near the garden fountain.

My jaw tightened and my were hands steady on the wheel, but inside, my mind shifted into a calculated mode. “They’re not here for you,” I said, my voice flat. “Go inside and I’ll deal with them.”

Gabrielle’s fingers clenched the edge of her seat. “But-”

“Go inside, Gabrielle,” I cut her off.

Her joyful expression fell and I felt my heart physically squeeze.

I was an asshole, alright.

An undeserving asshole.

She got out of the car, walked up the pavement, and into the house without looking back.

Fuck!

I made her mad.

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I alighted from the car and Selene rushed towards me while Beatrice walked into the house after Gabrielle.

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