All Chapters of ACCIDENTALLY MARRIED TO THE BILLIONAIRE SINGLE DAD: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

GABRIELLE’S POV I pushed the door to Lila’s room open and I found her sitting on the bed with a small coloring book. She raised her head, saw me and sighed. “What do you want?” Her little sigh shouldn’t have hurt as much as it did, but it sliced straight through me anyway. I stepped inside slowly, keeping my voice soft. “I just wanted to check on you. That’s all.” She didn’t look back at me. “I’m fine.” Her crayon pressed harder into the page, the wax smearing into a mess of purple. Lila was angry at me because of whatever Anya planted in her head. It was obvious Anya was still hung up on Damon. She had no idea I could make him feel his emotions, so why was she bothered about my relationship with him? Did he say something to her? I moved closer. “I missed you while you were gone.” She paused for half a second, just long enough for me to see she heard me, then she shrugged. “Okay.” I sat on the edge of the bed, leaving space between us. “Did something happen? O

GABRIELLE’S POV “….Gabrielle?” I yawned loudly and stretched as I woke up. My body felt heavy and tired from a restless night, rather than from actual sleep. My head throbbed dully, and it took me a second to remember why. Wine. I drank too much of it. I squinted against the light filtering through the curtains and groaned, rolling onto my side. A gasp escaped my lips. “George?” “Good morning, Mrs Gravari,” he said in his usual tone. “I have been trying to wake you up for the last few minutes.” I groaned. “We have to stop meeting like this.” He nodded and looked up from his pocket watch. “As soon as you get your alcoholism under control we can, ma’am.” I couldn’t tell if that was a jab or if he said it innocently. He had always been direct and straight to the point like a fucking robot. “It’s two o’clock in the afternoon, ma’am,” he said, causing my eyes to widen. “Lila has been waiting all day for you so she can eat.” I frowned and sat up fast, making my

GABRIELLE’S POV. . . . . “Why?” he asked softly, his breath warm against my ear and neck. A shiver ran down my spine as his hands pushed my wet hair aside, his fingers grazing the sensitive skin at the nape of my neck. Heat coiled low in my stomach, spreading upward until it mingled with the rising tension in my chest. At first, I told myself it was anger but as his hands traced the curve of my face, I knew the truth: it was desire. I hated how my body betrayed me, leaning back before my pride had a chance to intervene. “Let go of me,” I said, though my voice trembled with the exact opposite of defiance. “Say it like you mean it,” he murmured, low and huskily. “And I’ll let you go, Gabrielle.” Goosebumps erupted across my skin, every nerve alive under his touch. “The last thing I need is you touching me right now,” I said, hating the way my voice shook. His hands were on my stomach now, caressing my skin slowly, and moving even lower to my waist. “Is that so?”

DAMON’S POV Gabrielle looked so beautiful on her knees with my cock in her mouth. No—scratch that. Ethereal was the word. She looked too good not to get ruined. God help me. I wanted to ruin her good and put her back together after but it was her first time. I had to be gentle with my delicate flower, no matter how crazy she drove me. The restraint burned worse than the desire. This wasn’t new to me, not in the slightest. But everything about her touch felt different. I wasn’t sure if I should be ecstatic or pissed. Maybe both. Because with her, I wasn’t in control the way I always was. And that terrified me in equal ways as it thrilled me. I watched the drool leak from the corner of her mouth as I thrust deeper. Her eyes widened, surprised by how far I was going, and I paused. But my patience was thinning by the second. Not because she was doing anything wrong. Because she was doing everything right. “You look so beautiful like this,” I said, tugging her he

GABRIELLE’S POV I thought my ears were playing tricks on me. Men like him don’t marry girls like you. They use them to entertain themselves, then they move on to someone on their level. Emily’s words from the last time we met echoed in my head, loud and unwelcome. I had dismissed them then, furious that she would say something so cruel to bring me down. Now, standing there and staring at Selene, I felt the weight of those words settle in my chest. She was elegant, confident, and the kind of woman who looked like she belonged beside a man like Damon without needing to try. And suddenly, I was painfully aware of myself barefoot, smelling like Thai food, and still emotionally raw from a funeral I hadn’t recovered from. My fingers curled at my sides. “What are you doing here, Beatrice?” Damon asked, his voice cold. “When have you ever asked that?” Beatrice returned. “I used to come around long before you married this girl. Why do things have to change?” “Get to t