Made For You

Ch. 27: Kings Don't Fall

Gabriel

Within minutes, the club clears out, the lights dimming, leaving only a stark white overhead glow as the establishment reluctantly shuts down amid the disgruntled protests of a few inebriated customers. Throughout this, Sofia and I stand locked in a silent confrontation. Her gaze is fixed on the floor, fingers intertwined in front of her, thumbs idly toying with the pearl bracelets adorning her wrists.

She glances warily as the blonde woman, who she had been dancing with, is ripped from her. She watches the woman till she disappears up the stairs, forced to walk out. The woman doesn't spare another look her way.

When all is silent and we are locked in with my soldiers surrounding us, Sofia tips her chin up, inhaling deeply as if preparing herself for a debate.

"Gabriel, I can...explain," she prompts, tone fumbling.

I cross my arms, glaring down at the beautiful face. An uncomfortable sensation rises in my chest, my mouth protesting against saying anything.

"Go on," I find my voice calmly.

She blinks, sliding her tongue nervously above her bottom lip. "I...I just...wanted to have some fun. "It's my—"

"You wanted to have fun?" I interject sharply. "So you thought dancing with other men was fun?"

Her fingers curl themselves, that defiant spark back in her pupils as she holds her head high. "I wasn't dancing with other men. I was with Katie. She's my friend."

"And was it your friend's idea to come here?"

I uncross my arms, fighting the urge of my fingers to touch her, to show her why fun isn't in a cheap club. The dress she is wearing leaves nothing to imagine, exposing her cleavage for eyes to feast on—even my soldati can't stop staring. She is gorgeous with gentle makeup, stockings up her legs, and garter belts enclosing them around her round thighs.

My cock has an opinion of his own about the situation. It pulses, making me swallow as my throat dries at the imagination that I fight to contain—an imagination that has me picturing taking those garter belts down her legs with just my teeth.

"I use Dad's name to get in. They don't."

"So they used you to get in? How does that make you feel?" I avert my gaze from her, letting the shattering bright light of the ceiling become my focus till my eyes hurt. "Because to me, it looks like your Katie is a shitty friend."

Sofia fumes, her knuckles whitening. "She isn't like that. She's good."

"I see...I bet she knows the consequences of bringing you here. Did this Katie know you were engaged?"

She takes her sweet time answering. I wait, my patience being tested for the second time in a day, except this time the person testing it won't be on the receiving end of any violent temptations. Someone else will suffer the consequences—some unlucky soul who is praying for his life already.

"No," she replies in a deadpan voice.

"Did you tell her?"

"No."

The ugly sensation grows. The way she has avoided mentioning me as part of her life thwarts my peace.

Why haven't I been able to get her to like me? Where do I go wrong?

I thought she was opening up to me. Particularly after last night when she so readily went down on her knees for me. Or was it really a payback just like she said?

If that's the case, it's worse. I ruined the equation more.

She is my wife. Not my mistress.

"Do you even know whose club this is?" I ask, a slight twitch in the corner of my eye betraying the disturbance the thought brings.