The Hate and Love Game

Game #120

GABRIELLA POV

I stood in front of the mirror giving myself a body check. I wasn't fat, but it did look like I was gaining a little. "I hate my body now." I said frowning. Within seconds, big muscular arms wrapped around my waist. He kissed my cheek and looked in the mirror also. "And I love your body baby." he said. "You're only saying that so I won't feel bad about myself. And because you're my husband." I said looking at him. "Maybe I am. But you left out, because I love you. Now go get dressed. I wanna take you out." he said. "Where?" I asked. He unwrapped his hands and rolled his eyes. "Shut your mouth and just listen to me Ella." I smirked. "Okay." I said walking back into the bedroom. I put on a bandage dress that was black above the waist, faded pink below the waist, and white at the very bottom. Now this dress just shows off my curves, plus I haven't wore it in a long time. I put on my black heels and my hair was layered. I looked good. Chresanto on the other hand, he had on cargo shorts, a plain white shirt, and his Jordans. Dressed so simple, he still managed to look good. When he saw me, he just stared. "I take it you like what I'm wearing?" I said smiling at him. "When don't I?" he asked. I laughed. "Will I be able to rip it off you?" he added sitting on the bed. I shook my head. "This is a very exspensive dress babe. And you probably could rip something off me if i was wearing one of your t-shirts." I said smiling. He chuckled. "Okay no. You don't tell me what I can and can't do to you. I'll do what the fuck I want to your body. I own it." he said in a seductive voice. He walked over to me and stared down at me. "You mean just like I own you?" I asked smiling. "But I'm the boss in this marriage." I shook my head. "Who says that." "I say that." he said smiling. I laughed and patted his chest. "I love it when you act tough." I said looking up at him. I kissed his lips and walked away feeling satisfied with everything I just said. I grabbed my phone and walked to the door looking back at him. He was still standing there in the same spot. "Come on Chres." I said. He didn't move. "C'mon baby." he still didn't move. I rolled my eyes. "Chres, you own me. You're the boss." I said smirking. He smiled and walked out the door. "That's all I wanted to hear." he said kissing my cheek, them running down the stairs like a 5 year old. I chuckled then walked downstairs too. He had the door open waiting for me to get down there. When I did, I just walked out the door and he closed it behind me. "Let's go sexy mamà." he said opening my door. I smiled and got in. It's nice to know he thinks my body is still fine, but the fact I don't think it is changes everything. I want to believe that too you know. Maybe it's time to go back to the gym. We pulled up to a restaurant and got out the car. I knew he was taking me to one. He wrapped his hand around mine, and we walked inside. It was packed. Yet he already had reservations. "When did you do this?" I asked him while we were following the woman to our table. "When I planned to take you out. " he said. I nodded my head and we both sat down. Picking up the menu, I was unsure if I should get something healthy or something that'll go straight to my thighs or my ass. I decided to just, get some salad. I put the menu down and took a sip of my water. "What are you getting?" he asked me. "Salad." I said smiling but hiding my dissatisfaction. He rolled his eyes. "Baby you're not fat. I want you to eat something you want. I didn't take you here just so you could torcher yourself." he said touching my hand. "I'm not torchering myself Chresanto. If anything, I'm doing myself a favor." I said looking at him. He signed. "Okay, before you order your stupid salad. I want to say a short speech. Just between you and me." he said smiling. I sat back and watched him prepare himself for whatever he was about to do. "You're beautiful baby. You are perfect just the way you are, and I hate that you're doubting yourself. When I look at you, I think wow. How did I manage to get a woman like this? But when you keep saying you're fat or ugly, I don't want you to feel that way. I want you to be able to look in the mirror and say, this is me. I love me and my insecurities. I don't want you to say what you've been saying because none of that is true. I pick one of the fanciest restaurants in LA, and you pick salad to eat?" I laughed a little. "No. If you're going to put yourself on a diet or something soon, start tomorrow. But tonight? Eat good for me." I smiled and nodded my head. "Thanks baby." I said to him. He smiled and touched my hand. "No need to. Just, don't doubt yourself babe." he said. I nodded my head.

CHRESANTO POV

Ella has been a little...down lately. Not like down down, but just down and it's killing me. She thinks she's fat. I don't want her to think that. Any girl would die for a body like hers. I've never seen a girl with a body like Gabriella's. My speech was a success, and she managed to change her thoughts on salad. I looked around the restaurant, and there were so many couples and families together. I wish my kids could be here with us, and we could enjoy a little family time. Doesn't mean I can't go to my mothers house and get them to take them out with us, but I don't want to face my mom. She pissed me off and I'll never forget the day she did. While I was looking around, I saw a man with glasses on and a menu in front of him. He looked big and muscular. You could see his veins popping out of his arms, and he looked middle aged with the big bald spot in the middle of his head. For some strange reason, he looked oddly familiar to me. And what's even stranger is he was looking at me and Ella the whole time. I felt very uncomfortable. Maybe they weren't looking at us. Maybe they were just staring at something else and I thought they were staring at us. But, that just doesn't change what I was thinking. "Hey, how about we go and leave a tip. We'll just make something at home in the comfort of our safe home." I said turning my attention back to Ella. She looked at me. "What? You take me out, them practically beg me to change what I ordered, and now you wanna leave before we've even gotten our food?" she said to me. That did sound Kim of stupid, but the fact I didn't feel comfortable here says it all. I want to tell her why I want to go now, but I don't want we freaking out about this. She's already stressed out about the daycare thing. The last thing I want to do is put more stress on her. "Please, just listen to me baby. Something just caught my attention here, and you being here probably isn't a good idea right now." I said. "What, is it another one of your ex's or something?" "Gabriella shut up and listen to me! If I say let's go, let's go. I don't need your input on the decisions I make. Now I said lets go. I'll make you something at home." I said getting up. She looked at me for a few seconds, then got up. I held her hand, put 10 dollars on the table, then we walked away. "Can you tell me whats going on?" she asked while I was dragging her out the restaurant. "I'll tell you later. Right now let's just go." I said. We walked past the man who was staring at us, and he really was. That's when I felt more uncomfortable. I ran to the car with her and tried to unlock her door so she could get in. I heard a noise behind me and her so I turned around. "Chresanto August." the person said. I looked at the man who was standing there. I couldn't believe who I saw. "Michael?" I asked. Michael is my moms ex husband. The same one I caught in the bed with someone else. I laughed. "That's my name." he said smiling. "Chres, what's going on." Ella said. She looked scared. Ignoring her question I looked back at the man. "You've been writing the notes haven't you?" I asked. He nodded his head. "Pretty clever right?" he said. I shook my head. "Not clever what so ever. Pretty childish if you ask me." I said half smiling. "Shut up!" he yelled. "I was after you, but I think I'll go after your mom this time. Besides, you did just break her heart." "You leave my mom out of this." he shook his head. "Maybe....."