All Chapters of ACCIDENTALLY MARRIED TO THE BILLIONAIRE SINGLE DAD: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

GABRIELLE’S POV I shut the door behind Cassie and leaned my head on it, digesting all the information I got from her. “She wasn’t lying but she’s not entirely right,” I heard a woman say. I spun around fast, my heart thudding wildly, and saw Fiorella standing there. “Where the hell did you come from?” She smirked and walked closer, her long flowy skirt swaying with each step. “I never left.” The sun hit her eyes and I realized how magnetic they were. I suddenly hated Damon all over again for making women like her orbit him like a star they couldn’t escape. Fiorella leaned against the armrest, crossing her arms like she owned the place. She placed her leg on the small side stool and I could see her gold anklet peeping through. “Cassie only knows the surface,” she said. “But she’s right, Damon doesn’t marry for love.“ I narrowed my eyes. “And what are you to him?” Her lips curved into a slow and seductive smile. “The one woman who doesn’t need a contract to remem

GABRIELLE’S POV Damon lifted me into his arms, his mouth claiming mine in a kiss that burned through every boundary we’d drawn. My fingers tangled in his soft and silky hair, pulling him closer until the world blurred around us. My legs locked around his waist as he deepened the kiss, his breath hot and uneven against my skin. He set me down gently on the dresser, his hands braced on either side of me like he was afraid to hold on too tight. I broke the kiss and we just stared at each other — chest to chest, and breathless. “Try not to run away,” I whispered as I placed my hand on his chest. His eyes shut closed and I kissed him gently on his lips. “Open your eyes, Damon.” He opened them and I could see everything he tried so hard to hide. His heart beat faster under my touch. “What does this make you feel?” I asked. His hand closed around mine and I thought he would remove it but he pressed it closer. “I can’t tell,” he responded with a coarse voice. I sm

GABRIELLE’S POV“Pull your dress down,” Damon said, tucking the handkerchief in his pocket with my underwear. I sat up, my body limp and the tension gone from my shoulders. “Is… is that all?”“I’m very close to my limits, Gabrielle,” he said, his voice tight and edged with restraint. “Pull your dress down.”I did as he said. “You’ve done that before, though?” he asked, his eyes still on everywhere but me. “No, not really,” I said. “It was always solo. Jared and I —““Thank you for reminding me I could still kill him for ever touching you,” Damon cut in, his tone calm but the edge in it made my stomach twist.His jaw flexed, and he finally looked at me — that slow, dangerous lift of his eyes that made my pulse trip over itself.“Damon…” I whispered, unsure whether to be scared or flattered.He leaned closer, voice low. “Don’t say his name around me again. I don’t want to picture anyone else’s hands on you.”I swallowed hard, the sound loud in the silence between us. “He’s in the pas

GABRIELLE’S POV The jet took me to New York, where I proceeded to wait for Damon all night in a hotel. He didn’t show up. I wondered why I still expected him to behave like a proper human being and communicate when he’d be late. I got off the bed and freshened up before calling room service for breakfast. I checked the bags for something I could wear but most of my things were in the other jet with Damon. I decided to check his bags for a shirt or jacket and that was when I saw his iPad. Curiosity got the best of me and I turned it on. It was password and finger print secured so I couldn’t unlock it. I connected it to the WiFi and his location from few hours ago popped up. EDEN I wondered where could be so I searched it on my phone. The results came back with photos and my fist clenched. He was at a strip bar while I waited all night for him. Screw him. I turned the iPad off and kept it in his bag. A knock came on my door. I opened it, expecting room s

GABRIELLE’S POV They led me to a table in a private lounge where three women were already sitting. One of them was Anya—Lila’s mother. Her eyes lifted the moment I stepped in, and a slow smile spread across her face. “Well,” she said, her voice honeyed. “The infamous Gabrielle.” I sat down, my fingers still wrapped around my glass. “Infamous? I didn’t realize I’d earned a title already.” “You did the moment Damon brought you here,” one of the other women said, crossing her legs. Her nails were painted black, matching the stone on her ring. “You’re one of us, love. Or soon to be, if you prefer. I’m Monique, the third ex-wife.” Anya dropped her glass. “We’ve met before so no more introductions necessary. I was the first, Naomi the second, Monique was the third,” she turned to her left. “And the fourth one is Malika who got my daughter a giant monster called a teddy bear.” Malika rolled her eyes. “It was my first time in this country and I heard the kids love them he