Taming the Bitch (COMPLETED) Wattys2018

Chapter XXII - NOT IN A MILLION YEARS

"Why do you have to always get so drunk Gab...?" He asks as he touches her warm cheeks that are flushed red because of the amount of alcohol she consumed in the party. It would have been a beautiful night if Cathy didn't ruin their night showing up in the opening night of The Terrace with an obviously sugar daddy holding her close.

He was getting along well with Gabrielle, although it had been silent between them after the romantic kiss they shared under the fireworks, at least Gabby allowed him to stay close to her all throughout the night. His hand was locked with hers as they enjoyed the party. The small glances they are giving each other and the shy smile that he'd see gracing her lips whenever he's kissing her temple or stealing a kiss from her luscious lips. It would have been the perfect start...the beginning of a relationship.

But someone is just born to ruin the night.

Cathy. When the dirty old man she is servicing approached himself and Gabby, he almost feel like vomiting. When Cathy excused herself and Gabrielle who just raised an eyebrow at the model before letting go of his hand, Vincent knew that his goddamn slut of an ex will do everything she can just to ruin Gabby's mood. Which he knows very well isn't really hard to do.

And he was right, the ladies went missing for the longest 10 minutes in his life before he caught Gabrielle's shadow drowning herself with alcohol at the bar counter of the huge Extension Island of the hotel.

Cathy seductively just smiles at the old man she was escorting before looking at him knowingly. The look she used to give him before when she's seducing him to bed. The look, that he knows, she has also already used to hundreds of other dirty old rich men she had seduced to bed for money and fame.

He immediately walked quickly to Gabby's direction before holding her wrist as she tries to sip another shot of tequila she has in hand.

"Time for bed, Bella..." he whispers not taking his eyes away from her obviously angered face.

"You've had enough..." he says for which she just pulled her arm before answering him back.

"Yes... I've had enough!" She grits her teeth and looks around before downing the shot of tequila.

"Whatever she said..." he starts feeling as if he was punched in the stomach just looking at her this way.

"Whatever she said isn't a surprise anymore..." she says standing up from the bar stool swaying.

"I'll take you back to the suite..." he whispers as he pulls her waist towards him until her slim form is pressed against his.

"Leave me alone..." she whispers weakly for which he just shakes his head.

"Not in a million years." He kisses her forehead before leading the way back to their suite. Leaving the crowd behind as they exit the island.

He was just holding her as they track the fantastic hallway going to their suite when he noticed that she is getting weaker and weaker, shaking his head, he leaned down cupping the back of her knees and waist before bringing her small frame against his chest.

"You're adorable when you're asleep, but you're a horrible drinker Bella." He whispers before kissing her forehead and opening the huge door of their suite.

The next thing he did was to lie her flat on the bed before taking off her high heels and gown leaving her fragile body covered with just her lingerie. He had to look away when she moves restlessly, hugging herself as she slowly opens her eyes and stare at him with a frown.

"Do you wish she was me...?" She suddenly asks making Vincent frown. His anger building up.

"Do you wish she never had to follow her dreams and stayed?"