ACCIDENTALLY MARRIED TO THE BILLIONAIRE SINGLE DAD (Gabrielle and Damon) novel Chapter 94

CHAPTER NINETY FOUR

GABRIELLE’S POV

With all the willpower I had left, I moved out of his arms and threw a pillow at him. I was still in my clothes from last night and my coat was on the floor.

He sat up, and I saw that he was shirtless, with his hair tousled. “Hey, come back to bed.”

God, how could his hair look so good when mine was nothing short of a bed’s nest?

It wasn’t fair.

A brow shot up at his audacity. “Are you drunk? Didn’t you see my note?”

He shrugged. “And?”

“And?” I snapped, forcing my eyes back to his. “I said it’s over between us. Wait, how did you even get in? I locked the fucking door.”

His expression was bored. “Next time you want to hide in a hotel make sure I can’t afford it. Which is impossible, by the way.”

My jaw dropped. “You bought an entire hotel just to get me?”

“What? It’s not expensive.”

I stared at him, my mind running in circles as I processed the words that just came out of his mouth.

He tapped on the bed beside him. “Come back, Gabrielle.”

I shook my head as I picked up my coat and put it on. “You’re insane. You’re fucking insane.”

“Insanely addicted to you? Yes,” he answered as if it were a question. “What were you thinking running away from me?”

I reached for my phone and checked the time. It was barely eight in the morning and even though the sun was out, it was still too cold to go out without a coat.

I turned to him. “Go back to Selene. Or better yet, return to the owner of the underwear in your jacket. I’m done with you.”

I started to walk out of the room but before I could even take a step, he reached for my wrist and pulled me back.

I found myself back on the bed with him holding me close, my back pressing on his chest. “Let me go, you cheating bastard”

“No.”

No?

I was at my limits and this close to killing him if I could. The single word landed heavily between us. I tried to twist out of his hold but his arm was unyielding.

His warm breath brushed the back of my neck like he wasn’t the least bit rattled by the fact that I was trying to claw my way out of his arms.

“Damon,” I warned, my voice shaking despite my effort to sound calm. “Let me go.”

“You’re not leaving,” he said. “You should stop running and actually listen to me.”

I laughed bitterly. “Listen to what? Your excuses? Your lies?”

He exhaled slowly, his grip loosening just enough for me to turn in his arms. The moment I did, his hands came up to my face, forcing me to look at him.

CHAPTER NINETY FOUR

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His expression had changed.

The arrogance was still there, yes but underneath it was something darker.

“There is no other woman,” he said. “And I didn’t touch Selene or anyone else.”

“Then whose underwear was it?” I shot back. “Because it sure as hell wasn’t mine.”

His jaw flexed.

For the first time since I woke up, he looked genuinely irritated–not at me, but at the situation.

“That,” he said slowly, “is exactly why I need you to trust me.”

I scoffed. “You expect me to believe that some mysterious woman planted her underwear in your jacket for fun?”

“I expect you to believe me,” he replied flatly. “Because I’ve never given you a reason not to.”

I went completely still but I wasn’t satisfied with his response.

“You disappeared in the middle of the night,” he continued, his voice lower now. “You left a note like I was some stranger you could just walk away from and you think I wouldn’t come after you?”

My breath hitched and my body began reacting to his words. “You don’t get to chase me after lying to my face,” I snapped, more irritated at myself.

“I didn’t lie,” he said sharply. “You didn’t give me a chance to explain before walking away. I assure you, I’m not him.”

The word sliced through me.

I shoved at his chest, this time hard enough to make him release me. I scrambled off the bed and put distance between us, my back hitting the wall.

“Don’t psychoanalyze me,” I said, feeling my face burn from something I couldn’t name. “You don’t get to decide how I react to betrayal.

His dark and intent eyes followed me as he got off the bed unhurriedly. He stood on the other side, barefoot and completely

unbothered.

“I decide who walks out of my life,” he said. “And it’s not you. As I said before, I’m not him. I’m not your loser of an ex–fiancé.”

I crossed my arms, my heart pounding, and refused to address his last line. “You don’t own me.”

He stopped and tilted his head. “Gabrielle-”

“No,” I cut in, raising a hand. “This isn’t about him. This is about you cheating on me knowing everything I’ve been through. How could you treat me the same way he did? How could you?”

No matter how much I tried to deny it, my reaction had nothing to do with just Damon.

It was about Jared and about betrayal repeating itself. It was about old wounds reopening.

I couldn’t sit in deceit and denial for another second, so I ran–pushing Damon away before I even gave him the chance to

explain.

My eyes teared up again and I hated how easily I cried. I wished I could be untouchable and unbothered like everyone else but I wasn’t.

He closed the space between us and pulled me into a hug. “I would never treat you the same way he did.”

I shook my head, still struggling out of his arms. “You would.”

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