Chapter 12 Chapter 12 The Shock On His face Continues
Gabriel’s POV
I was still on the phone call with my lawyer when I heard Emmanuella tiptoeing quickly toward me. Instinctively, I knew this was going to be ugly, so I had already hung up the call with my lawyer. But I pretended to still be on the line, changing the words coming out of my mouth to something generic, anything to keep her from discovering what I was really talking about and to whom.
Suddenly, she snatched the phone from my ear and smashed it to the ground. Her eyes darted dangerously at me, filled with a rage I had never seen before. It was as if she could hold a knife and wouldn’t hesitate to stab it right into my stomach.
I had never seen this side of Emmanuella. I never even knew it existed. She was like a rabid dog, aggressive, disoriented, and with a brain tumor that made her no longer recognize her owner. Her fury was palpable, a living thing that filled the space between us.
“Try me again, and it won’t be your phone I smash to the ground; it will be your face,” she spat, venom dripping from her words. “Trust me, you won’t have the chance to see the sunrise the next day before you’d be six feet under.”
With that, she turned on her heel and stormed inside, leaving me standing there, stunned. As she walked away, I immediately realized I could not spend another night in that house. Sharing the same roof with a violent woman was far too dangerous, and I could not risk it.
I stepped out of the house and got into my car. Sitting at the steering wheel, I couldn’t help but reflect on the times I had spent with Rebecca. Those memories flooded my mind—moments of laughter, love, and understanding.
Rebecca had never treated me like this. Even when she was angry, she still showed empathy. She’d make me dinner, have sex with me like couples should, and tuck me in to sleep well under a good blanket, her soothing presence wrapping around me like a warm cocoon.
“I was a fool!” I muttered to myself, frustration mingling with regret. But thankfully, I had already realized my mistake, and I was determined to correct it. In a matter of days or weeks, Rebecca would be mine again.
Not just Rebecca—everything she was and everything she had become. Just then, I would move from the frying pan to grace, from violence to a happily ever after.
I started my car, and the engine roared to life, a comforting sound in the tense atmosphere. I pulled the car into reverse and drove to a hotel far enough away that Emmanuella wouldn’t be able to find me. The thought of her infuriated me, but I pushed it aside, focusing on what truly mattered.
I couldn’t wait for the next day to come, to be with Rebecca while she smiled at me with that beautiful face of hers and her teeth as white as snow. The thought made my heart race, a thrill of anticipation surging through me.
When I arrived at the hotel, I laid on the bed, feeling a wave of relief wash over me. It was comforting to be free from the anxiety of Emmanuella's violent outbursts. I covered myself with a blanket and dialed the hotel telephone beside the bed to call the front desk.
“Good evening, this is the front desk. How may I assist you?” a friendly voice answered.
“Hi, I’m calling from room 317. My phone has stopped working, and I really need to order a new one. Could you help me arrange that?” I asked, my tone steady despite the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside me.
Within moments, a brand new phone was delivered to my hotel room, accompanied by a complimentary bottle of wine. I poured myself a glass, savoring the rich flavor as I tried to calm my racing heart. Emmanuella might have smashed my previous phone, but what she didn’t know was that I had learned to always back up my files as a businessman.
With a few taps on the new phone, all my data automatically downloaded. I wasted no time and immediately texted Rebecca.
“Hi! Thank you for meeting me tonight. I really appreciate it. I look forward to seeing you tomorrow. Have a lovely rest,” I sent, my fingers trembling slightly with excitement.
I didn’t expect a response, as I was ready to drift off to sleep. But almost immediately, my phone beeped with a reply.
“Nice meeting you too, darling. See you tomorrow at 7 PM, Luscious Lounge,” she texted back. A smile spread across my face, and a surge of happiness filled me.
Perhaps it was too much to say that I slept dreaming about her—about her smiles, her face, and her voice—but I wouldn’t mind admitting it. At the sight of the new morning light, I woke up, feeling invigorated and hopeful.
Knowing full well that I wasn’t returning home to a rabid dog who would only stir up violence again, I took a long, refreshing shower, ordered a new suit from the hotel, and headed to work, my mind buzzing with plans for the evening.
I checked the time repeatedly, counting down the hours until 7 PM. Eager anticipation thrummed through my veins. I was more than ready to be at the lounge.
The Luscious Lounge was a five-star establishment, a place where only the wealthy and powerful frequented. I had been there several times for high-stakes business meetings, but tonight was different. Tonight, it was all about love.
As the clock struck 6:45 PM, I was already in my car, driving toward the lounge with a sense of urgency. I couldn’t wait. My heart, my soul, and my body were already there in the lounge, waiting for my perfect woman to walk through the doors and grace me with her presence.