Page 121 of Plunge into Obsession

I was Gabriel’s wife.

Just the words in my head had my heart rate speeding up almost painfully in my chest.

I looked at myself in the mirror.

My blue eyes looked even bigger than usual. I hadn’t slept for more than four hours last night. But if I hadn’t slept for a lot of hours, then Gabriel had even fewer than me, because he returned to the room after I had finally drifted off to sleep, only to wake me up at five in the morning with two fingers buried deep inside me, working me over.

I was still feeling his touch, hours later.

But now…

I looked like one of those abnormally big-eyed dolls.

I licked my lips and put on some blush to give myself a bit of color.

Kaia leaned over me and looked into the mirror, too.

She looked like a 1950s movie star, with her dark hair in one of those fancy updos, her eye makeup much more dramatic than mine—but subtle enough that it didn’t take away from her features.

Kaia had always been better at these sorts of things, and when we first started working at the club, I had depended on her for the first few weeks to help me get ready to work at a place like that.

She was the one to do my hair today.

My midnight hair was up in a half-ponytail, curled in loose ringlets.

The only dramatic thing about my makeup was my ruby-red lips.

They stood out well against my fair skin.

“You’re beautiful,” Kaia said.

I rested my head on her shoulder. “Thank you.”

She wrapped her arms around me. “You’re not telling me the full story, are you?”

I tensed slightly before I forced myself to relax. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Her shoulders moved up and down as she took a deep breath. “It’s okay. You can tell me when you’re ready. I will be here for you, no matter what. I just… I wish you look happy on your wedding day.”

“Do I look sad?” I asked.

I looked at my reflection again.

I couldn’t see it, but then again, maybe my perception was skewed since I’d agreed to sleep with Gabriel that first night, thus changing the course of my life forever.

“Maybe sad isn’t the right word for it. I don’t know… you just seem… different. Promise me something, Bee?”

“Hmm?”

“You will tell me if things get to be too much and you want to leave. We can leave this place together.”

My lips trembled, and I turned my face into her arm, nodding slightly. I didn’t bother to tell her that I had no choice.

It was as Gabriel said.

There was no leaving.

I placed my hand over my belly, cupping the baby safely tucked in there.

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