Chapter 93

Gabriel POV

I study Isabella's expression. She looks okay. I think she is fine. And Geneva is nowhere to be seen. Guess Isabella handled her well.

We talked to some people, and now I'm ready to go. I want Isabella for myself. I miss being inside her so goddamn much. 5 days in New York is more than enough. Next time she should come with me, I don't care.

We spot Kate and Derek. Kate looks at us and whispers something to Derek. Both of them excuse themselves and walk towards us.

"Izzy, this is my fiancé Derek Adams. Honey, this Isabella Montenegro, my best friend," Kate says bubbly. She deliberately dismissed me, as always. This is my friendship with Kate. We are comfortable with each other, but it's just not as a couple.

"Since when does my girlfriend become your best friend? Last time I checked, you were her fan. Don't be delusional, Kate," I say dryly. Derek chuckles. He knows Kate and I are good friends.

Kate jabs her fiancé. "Someone said that to your fiancé and you laughed?" She fakes her annoyance. Derek kisses her thoroughly which makes me and Isabella look everywhere else but them.

"Now, you forgive me, princess?" Derek asks Kate while still holding her waist and cheek. Kate nods breathlessly.

I cough. "Excuse me. We are still here."

Both of them burst into laughter. Hmm, I can use Derek's way to soothe my girlfriend if she is mad at me. It works with Kate. Maybe it will work for Isabella, too.

"Sorry, Isabella. Hi, I'm Derek. Thanks for coming to our engagement. We expect you to come to our wedding in March. Okay?"

Isabella looks at me, and I smile. "If you want, we can go to their wedding. Uncle Joe said they will hold the wedding in Maui."

Isabella beams and looks at Derek and Kate. "Sure. We'd love to come."

"Perfect!" Kate squeals happily.

We chat for a while and I tell them we have to go. Kate and Derek walk with us to the ballroom door. "Too bad, Izzy. I was a big fan of Madden."

Isabella blushes. I raise an eyebrow at Kate. "What is Madden?"

"The shipper of Isabella and Braden Starck called themselves Madden."

"What?" My eyes widened.

"Yes. Because it's either that or Izzy Bra, E" Kate says nonchalantly and I'm having an aneurysm.

It's good to be back home. By home, I mean sleeping with Isabella in my arms. I check my phone. It's 6 am. Wake up now and we can have sleepy morning sex or later and we can have a quickie in the bathroom?

My phone beeps before I decide what I want for this morning. Remington Media must have sent me the picture from yesterday. Kate's engagement was big, so there were a lot of paparazzi waiting outside to take a picture of some famous person. I open it and my eyes widen. It's not from Remington Media, it's from my PR team.

It's Isabella and me. I remember this. After Kate told me about Madden (or was it an Izzy bra? Damn with that name!) I was a bit jealous. My inner caveman took control. I got in the car from the opposite side of Isabella. When she slid in, I pulled her without waiting for Jack to close the car's door. I kissed her while one of my hands crept inside her dress to her breast and the other one squeezed her ass. Well.. the paparazzi got the pic. It's a fucking perfect picture actually (but if I said this in front of Isabella she will punch me right in the face, I think). It's written, 'Billionaire Gabriel Remington couldn't wait to claim his girlfriend' in the headlines with red circles on my hands.

I can't help myself. From the very beginning, I could not control myself in front of her. I study sleeping, Isabella. My Isabella. I smile to myself. Forget the article. Sleepy morning sex it is. I put my phone on the coffee table and proceeded with my action.

Okay, my girl is pissed with me right now. She crosses her arms and looks outside without sparing a glance at me at all.

"Sweetness." I try to touch her, but she avoids my touch.

"You did that on purpose! You realised Jack hadn't closed the door. And now you're having the picture as your lock screen. Jesus Christ, Gabriel Remington !"

My fault! Should just put it in my gallery but I couldn't resist once I got the picture. And Isabella saw it like it was our sex pic. She said she wouldn't talk to me until I changed it. But the childish part of mine thinks I can do anything with MY phone's screen.

So, here we are sitting in the Bentley on our way to the women's charity Isabella going to attend in silence. Afterward, Jack will drop me in the office and come back to pick up Isabella.

"Sweetness, it's just a picture. And everyone knows we are a couple. And it's normal for us to have sex." Her face blushed by the time I said sex. It's funny how she can be so shy outside, and a vixen in the bed.

"Yes, it's normal. But can you imagine being me now? I'm going to meet many people in a few minutes, while this morning the picture of my boob and ass being groped by my boyfriend is in the headlines of some gossip rag magazine. Not to mention my pervert boyfriend put the picture on his phone's screen!"

"Well, I wouldn't say grope, though." I shrug. "You loved it when I squeezed your ass and boob. Yesterday in the car you were telling me to keep doing it. You said, 'harder Gabriel' and 'don't you dare to stop' remember?" I remind her. Her voice is still fresh in my mind. Her face blushes violently and Jack chooses this time to arrive at Isabella's destination. She glares at me and goes out before Jack even opens the door for her.

Baby, my kiss!! She forgot to kiss me! That's our rule: kiss before leaving (I made it after we fought because I lied to her about Ruby and Christian). Damn! Should grab her before she flew out of the car and kiss her senseless as Derek did to Kate last night.