Page 176 of Plunge into Obsession

I lay my hand on the top of my stomach, fear forming in the center of my heart.

This baby hadn’t felt real since the moment I found out I was pregnant, but the thought of something happening to my baby…

My heart raced.

“Bianca—”

I pulled away from Gabriel’s hold, heading toward the car.

Gabriel stayed where he was for a few seconds. I could feel his eyes boring into me. Then he followed along, catching up to me just as Johnny reached the door handle.

Johnny stepped back, and Gabriel opened the door for me. I avoided his gaze as I climbed in, sitting as far away from him as possible. Gabriel said something to Johnny before he moved in as well and sat close to me.

I tensed when he reached over for my seat belt.

Then we were off.

The car ride home was short, silent, and uncomfortable.

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BIANCA

I wasout of the car as soon as it came to a stop, heading up to the door.

I ignored Gabriel’s voice as he called out my name, and moved inside the house, rushing up the stairs and to the room Gabriel and I shared.

I shut the door behind me and sat on the bed.

I didn’t even know why I was mad.

Or perhaps mad wasn’t the right word.

I was feeling…off, and I didn’t know how to explain it.

My feelings were a mess of conflicting emotions that I couldn’t put a name to.

The doorknob twisted and the door opened, revealing Gabriel’s huge frame at the threshold.

He said nothing.

My heart jumped in an unstable tempo as he walked in and closed the door behind him.

He didn’t approach me, and I didn’t say anything to him.

“What was that?” he asked finally.

I waited for a beat before I answered him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He shook his head and stepped further into the room. I tracked his movements warily. “That whole thing with Melinda—”

“Your ex,” I interrupted.

His eyes were inquisitive. “If you can call her that, sure.”

“What do you call her?” I asked, not knowing how I felt about his sounding so dismissive of the woman. Overjoyed that she hadn’t really mattered, or sad that someone who was, for all intents and purposes, the equivalent to Gabriel in attractiveness could be so easily forgotten.

What would become of me years down the line?

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