I am waiting Claire to change her clothes. I am leaning against the car with my hands folded on my chest. So many things happened today. I am really happy that Claire and I are back together but Emanuella's issue didn't stop bothering me. Claire comes and brings me back from my thoughts. I place one hand on her waist and I open the door with the other. Once I am in the car I kiss her and start driving. She places her hand on my thigh as she used to do and massages me gently. I can see she is in a playful mood; her hand often loses its path and touches my cock which is pleasantly responding to her touch.
"Angel if you continue like this, we will never make it to home"
"babe, I can't help it. I missed you so much"
"I missed you too" more than you could imagine.
I am asking her if she desires anything special and the atmosphere becomes really hot as we describe to each other what we are going to do once we arrive home.
"Angel, what is this sound? Don't tell me you turned on your vibrator?"
"Very funny, no. I guess the vibration comes from your phone"
"my phone? Who is calling me so late at night? "fuck I would definitely prefer to be her vibrator. I can't take out of my mind this thought.
"So? Are you going to pick it up or what?"
Oh, right, the phone. I push the Bluetooth button and I freeze with what I hear. Emanuella escaped from the clinic.
"how the hell did that happened?"
I am furious. She may hurt herself or us. She watched us on the show and then she managed to find a way out.
Claire is looking at me and waits for answers.
"what happened? Why you changed color?"
"it is nothing. No need to worry about it"
She continues to stare at me and I know I can't escape. I must answer her otherwise she can wait for hours. I explain what happened and she seems troubled.
"sorry angel. I didn't want your birthday to end like this"
She doesn't speak for some minutes and then takes a deep sigh.
"maybe you should try a different approach with her"
"what do you mean?"
"I mean that every time you try to cut her out of your life and you are aggressive towards her. Maybe you should calm down and find a gentler approach"
"I don't think it would help but maybe I will try it"
"where are you taken us?"
"we can't go home. Maybe she is waiting for us. I can't risk it. We will stay to a hotel for tonight... and in this way your birthday will end as we were dreaming about"
I take her hand and kiss it, then I hold it as I continue driving. My good mood returns. All the problems can wait for tomorrow. Tonight, nothing is going to ruin our reunion.
I park the car near the Trump Soho hotel. Claire is looking at me.
"Are you sure we are going to find a room? It is a very popular hotel"
Hmm, it is indeed but they know me here. I used to come very often in the past...
Claire's POV
He takes a deep sigh, releases my hand and turns his head to look at me. I don't like this look, I don't like that he released my hand, the warmth of his hand made me feel like home but now he has this ice-cold look like every time that he is going to talk about his past. The past that he hates so much.
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Gabriel's POV Season 2
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