Gabriel and Breah

Chapter 9: Breah

Having Colton in my apartment for the past four days was pissing me off. Yes, I understood it was for my own safety and blah blah fucking blah. But I wanted answers; I wanted to know what was going on and Gabriel keeping me in the dark was seriously making me want to flatten more things with my trusty Jeep, starting with Gabriel.

Colton, for his part, was just as quiet and uncommunicative as he normally was, and as such, he made for a fab-u-lous target for my simmering anger on the fourth day of having a roommate I didn't want.

"This is pure bullshit, you know, that he won't tell me what's going on."

Nothing from Colton. He just continued to watch the basketball game on TV.

"Not that any excuse or explanation could change things between us. He thinks having a secret girlfriend and son isn't going to be a problem for me? That I'd ever go back to him after his lies, his two-timing me? He's even stupider than he thought I was."

Impassive face. Not even a twitch.

"That sonofabitch is the most awful, horrible selfish man I know. I mean, seriously? What kind of asshole leads two completely different lives and doesn't feel an ounce of remorse for it? I'll tell you who -- a psychopath! What Gabriel needs is some serious mental help. That and a bat to his balls. Repeatedly."

Colt slanted me a look. Interesting.

"I could never and would never go back to a selfish asshole like him. As soon as this is over, whatever this is, I'm never going to have anything to do with you assholes ever again. You and your little boys' club where you think wearing leather vests and having ridiculous nicknames and riding Harleys magically turns you pansy-ass bitches into actual men are all out of my life."

"He's not selfish. Now, how about shutting up so I can watch the game?"

Very interesting. Out of all the things I said about Gabriel, he finally opened his mouth to defend the man as not selfish. 

But the part about me needing to shut up in my own home? Colton was lucky I couldn't get my Jeep through the door. As an alternative, I decided that now would be a lovely time to vacuum. Right in front of the TV. For an entire hour, which, coincidentally, just happened to be for the duration of the game. And you can't vacuum without blasting heavy metal music as loud as it can go, right? While singing along (offkey, of course) at the top of my lungs. Sure, feel free to watch your game, Colton. And maybe reconsider ever telling me to shut up again.

Colton wasn't budging off the couch. My vacuuming stunt had merited nothing more than one small shake of his head and a smirk. That pissed me off even more.

So phase two in my never-tell-me-to-shut-up lesson was coming that night. When I went to bed, I called up Gabriel and put it on speaker phone so my hands were free to pound the mattress and rustle the sheets...and turn on the tape recorder with the sounds of a man grunting during sex that I'd recorded from a porn video.

"Oh, god, Colt, yesssss, right there. Oh, god, your mouth feels soooo good on my pussy. Yes, that's the spot -- YES! Oh my god, you're going to make me come so hard. Your mouth is fucking magic, Colt, god, yes! Yes! I need you inside me now, baby."

That was the perfect moment to hit Play on the tape recorder.

"Oh, give me that big hard dick so I can come all over your cock. Ahhhhh, yes, you fill me up inside like no one ever has before. I'm so wet for you, baby. Oh, fuck me harder, Colton! You give it to me so good! Mmmm, yes...god, you're the best fuck I've ever had, Colt...god, I can't believe how long you can last. Aaah, you're ruining me for all other men. Ohhh, yes, yes, yes..."

Then I hung up.

One second later, I heard Colt's phone ringing out in the living room.

And maybe I smiled. And maybe, just maybe, it was an evil little smile.

Phase three was trickier but I thought about how best to approach it all night and was relatively sure I could get one picture before Colt either a) killed me or b) threw me into a wall. 

At about three in the morning, when my research had shown that people were apt to be at their sleepiest, I tiptoed out into the living room where Colt was asleep on the couch. I was in Gabriel's text string with me, and had the camera activated so the picture would be ready to go right to him. Standing next to the couch, I leaned over the sleeping man and moved my mouth so close to his it would appear we were on the verge of kissing and snapped the picture -- right before he woke up, grabbed me by the shoulders and moved me away from him.

I pressed the little blue arrow that sent the picture to Gabriel.

"God, woman! What the fuck!" he yelled at me. Yep, he was actually pissed. I'd never seen Colt display this much  emotion, so this was epic.

I walked back to my bedroom just as his phone rang -- gee, wonder who that could be -- and Colton was suddenly looming in my doorway, on his phone.

"That was all her, Gabe. I was sound asleep. Let me assure you, we were not about to kiss or about to anything."

He listened for a minute. "Yeah, later."

He ended the call and pointed his phone at me. Still in angry mode, I could tell.

"You have no idea -- no idea -- what's at stake here. Gabe needs to focus, not worry about your bullshit. You pull anything like that again, and I don't care that your Gabe's, I'll fucking put you through a wall. That man is dealing with some serious shit and you can't cut the guy some slack and let him finish this without having to deal with your little pranks?"

Whoa, he was not the one who got to be angry in this scenario. "And why is that, Colton? Why don't I have any idea what's going on? It's because your president made the executive decision to play me and to keep me in the dark about his precious little family and whatever else is going on in his life. He has lied to me from day one, made me his little whore while he goes off to play happy families with his ol' lady and son, and you both expect understanding and compassion from me? Fuck that. You don't like the games I'm playing? Well, I don't like being used. So spare me your righteous anger because as far as I'm concerned? I'm the only one with the right to be mad!"

Then I walked up to my bedroom door and slammed it in his face.

Then I shot off two texts to Gabriel.

He may tell you nothing's going on, but he's lying. He's been fucking me since the second day after you sent him back with me. 

How else would I know he has a birthmark at the very top of his thigh, right by his dick? Ask him about that mark if you don't believe me, but you know very well that I don't lie.

My knowledge of that birthmark was true. Planning for a day like this, I'd gone into the bathroom while Colton was showering the first day here and I'd taken all his clothes, as well as the towels and washcloths -- even the freaking toilet paper -- and when Colt had been forced to come out of the bathroom naked, I'd been standing in the hall, hoping to find some identifying mark on his body that would prove I'd seen him naked.

He'd been pissed, but he hadn't realized I'd done it for more than petty annoyance, so he strutted past me to his duffle bag containing his clothes.

Then I decided to send Gabriel one more text that absolutely wasn't true, but I would never admit to, even under torture.

His dick that is bigger and better than yours, by the way.

Then I flopped down on my bed and wondered why I didn't feel any better, not even when I heard Colton's phone ringing yet again.