Chapter 94

Gabriel POV

Jack and I go to the office while I'm busy ordering bouquet flowers for Isabella. Send it to her later when she arrives at the Remington HQ. Oh, and with a sorry card.

"So, I guess Izz handled Geneva well?" Jack asks me. His eyes were on the street.

"Yeah, I think so. From the way Geneva looked at us yesterday after they talked, and the way she went home early."

Jack nods. "She was filling her with some delusion in the Remington charity. I hope with this Izz will start filtering whatever people say to her. There will be another Geneva trying to attack her."

I agree with Jack. He found out what Geneva did to Isabella at the Roderick Malibu's toilet. I was so angry that I almost confronted Geneva. But he told me that Isabella is on her way to finding the truth and I need to trust her to handle this problem. Because Geneva is her problem. And I trust Isabella can take care of it. And I hope she can see things through. Life with me isn't as simple as her life before me. But Isabella is smart. This shouldn't be hard for her. And she always has me at her back.

Thanksgiving... When was the last time I was so excited like this for the holiday?

I watch Isabella. She's decorating the Christmas tree with the help of Paulo. She asked me to stay in my room until she finished it.

She forgave me for the picture from Kate's engagement after I sent her flowers and chocolates. Since she told me she loved 80% dark chocolate. Belgian. She was so happy I remembered her favourite. Little does she know, I remember everything about her.

Don't forget, you finally changed the lock screen as well, Remington .. after she said she didn't want to have sex with you until you changed it.

I look at my phone's screen. It's our selfie picture now. Isabella told me to change the 'grope' picture. I said I didn't have another picture to put there. I want it to be our picture. So she said let's take a selfie. And she surprised me when she counted to three and suddenly she kissed my cheek. So that's the picture. Selfie with Isabella kissing my cheek. She looked fucking adorable.

Isabella looks up at me from the staircase. She is decorating the top of the Christmas tree. "What are you thinking, Mr. Remington ?" she asks me with her grin.

I chuckle. "You, Ms. Montenegro. Only you."

She blushes to the root of her hair. "Come down in 5 mins. I'm almost done," she says despite her blush. "Oh, and I left my presents for everyone in the room. Can you help me bring it down?"

"Okay, Sweetness" I smile and go to our room. Our... when I can say it out loud? Isabella doesn't want to move in with me yet. I'm willing to wait, but I'm getting antsy. I want no one like I want her. Sometimes it scared me too. The way she makes me feel, it's like she is the sun in my world. I can't live without her anymore.

I walk to the wardrobe, taking my presents for Isabella. She doesn't know I bought a gift for her. I grin at myself. I still remember I went to the store by myself to buy this. A few months before I met her, if you told me I would do this, the only answer was 'in your dream'. I also take the paper bags containing Isabella's gifts for everyone.

I walk to the staircase and see Isabella climbing up the stairs. "You want to go upstairs? I thought you would wait for me there. I'll bring your stuff." I lift the paper bags.

"No, I'm coming to get you!" She beams at me. "C'mon!" She says excitedly. I link our fingers. We walk together.

"I want to cover your eyes with my hands to make it a surprise. But you are too tall." She pouts. "Your height ruins my plan."

I laugh and whisper to her, "You want to use the blindfold on me like yesterday I used it on you?" Her face blushed violently. Yesterday, I blindfolded Isabella while I brought her to her climax.

"Stop!" She jabs me in the ribs. And then she tiptoes to whisper in my ear, "I'm getting wet just thinking about it."

Fuck me! I hold her waist. "Let's go back to our room before they are here."

"No!!" She laughs and pulls me to the Christmas tree.

"Tadaa," she says when we are close enough to the Christmas tree. She said she wanted to decorate the Christmas tree, but I don't know what she did with it.

I look at the Christmas tree, and suddenly there is a lump in my throat. It's like an album. The memories of my life, of my family. A picture of when I was born, with my dad and mom, my grandparents, me when I was a kid, with Christian, with Aunt Daisy, and some of my parents' friends, I was a cheerful kid. The photos continue into my teenage life, and abruptly the memories stop. The tragedy in Remington's family. It was when my dad died, and my mom died. The next picture was me now, the older me, I was posing for Forbes. The shape of my face is harder. No more a happy, jolly kid. There are some pics of me with Nancy or Christian as well. I smiled in every picture but for the sake of the photo. And in the last few photos, there are Isabella and I. The picture when I kissed her in the charity, the one we posed for Remington Magazine (the only interview we have exclusively about our relationship because the PR said people were curious about us, and it was good for The Remington image). There is also the one from Kate's engagement... and the last picture is the same one as the photo from my lock screen. The smiles are different. It's like I'm back to my cheerful expression again, with additional love every time I look at Isabella.

Every picture is in the Polaroid theme. Some lights are rounding the Christmas tree. The decoration is simple, but it's beautiful. My eyes are hot. I face my girlfriend. She bites her lips while looking at me all the time.

"Say something," she whispers.

I'm speechless. So I do the next best thing I know. I kiss her thoroughly, there, under the Christmas tree she decorated for me.

I touch my forehead with her. My mouth formed the biggest smile. "What did I do to deserve you, Isabella Montenegro ?"

She smiles happily, "I love you, Gabriel Remington ." And we kiss again under the Christmas tree.