Gabriel

29. Meet the Monteros

SO SO SO SO SORRY

IT'S BEEN LIKE A MONTH SINCE I'VE UPDATED, LIKE WHAT'S UP WITH THAT!!!???

I just had a really bad case of writers bock, so it's a bit rushed, but I hope you enjoys!!!

xoxo,

Caroline

p.s. UNEDITED

p.p.s. "Lucia" pronounced "loo-chee-yah" (for anyone who was wondering)

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MAEVE

     Dinner at Le Palais was phenomenal, with wonderful salad and steak along with a killer thing called tiramisu. I'd never had it before, but Gabriel insisted that it would be the best thing I've ever tasted (besides his lips, of course). The light and coffee-like substance was to die for, and his moans in delight upon tasting the delicacy hardened my resolve to learn how to make this at home.

     He had been admiring and commenting on my outfit the entire night and a constant blush had made its way onto my cheeks, to which he would only say, "your blush drives me crazy". Personally, thought it just made me look like one of those scary dolls that stares at you with its soulless eyes and bright red cheeks, but I guess not. With the small boost of confidence and the tiny pep talk I had given myself it the women's room, before we had to leave, helped only fractionally.

     Among the most substantial of my worries was meeting his family; all six of his brothers – and their mates- his mother and father was going to be absolutely nerve raking. They wouldn't like me, I was sure of it, I mean what was there to like? Gabriel had to because of the mate bond, but they would probably take one look at me and disown Gabriel from the family for even coming within a twenty-foot radius with my unpleasant self.

     Secondly, there was gong to be a red carpet along with photographers and famous people; all wondering "what was the most eligible bachelor in New York doing with her?" Maybe we would make it to the tabloids, and the only explicable scandal they would conjure up is that I was pregnant so he had to stay with me even though it was a drunken one-night stand­– I had seen it before, used to justify a ten who dated a two. But I wasn't even a two... I was like a negative two.

     And thirdly, knowing his wild, party-filled, women-filled past, it would definitely be too much to hope that there wouldn't be any of his ex-conquests there among the high-society party-goers. And I really, really didn't want to face them. I would probably turn green with envy and jealousy, along with the insecurity that would flood my mind. I was awful at getting over his past, as much as I tried. I was mainly okay with it, and accepting if it was just him and me with nobody else, but even with just Gabriella waltzing back into his apartment I went ballistic an wouldn't speak to him for days.

     "You ready?" Gabriel asks as the car pulls up in front of the grand entrance to the event. I glance out the window at the exquisite craftsmanship reserved for buildings within high-class society. I take a deep breath in and move to open the car door, but before I can get out, he pulls me back down onto his lap. His hand cups my cheek as the other supports my back and he places a gentle kiss on my lips. The sparks that fly through my body at the sensation make me momentarily forget where we are, or what we're about to do and I fist my hands into his hair with need.

     "Okay, now I'm ready", I murmur and a smile graces his face as I pull away. Stepping out of the car we're greeted by the flashing, blinding lights and a dull shouting noise, that seems to fade into the background as Gabriel holds out his arm for me to link my own through. I smile up at him, and he smirks back down at me with his "let's do this" face that makes me feel like it's us against the world. That's a feeling I never want to lose...