At the pinnacle of her career, orthopedic surgeon Ava King conquers the lucrative medical field of London.
A wild and intimate night with competitive Formula One driver James Ellis ends with Ava being stood up. The rejection leads her straight into...
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My cheek burns as I feel a huge backhand connect with it, pain searing across my face; the force sends me crashing down into a sprawled mess along his marbled kitchen floor.
"Fuck, baby!" Gabriel bends down to pick me up, and I swat his hand away.
"Don't fucking touch me." I sneer more calmly than my trembling hands and lips would let on, before gasping and inspecting my face to make sure my lip hasn't been cut open.
"I am sorry, baby. I told you to leave me alone." Gabriel warns softly. "You don't want to be around me when I'm like this. Let me have a look."
I've never been one to not fight fire with fire. So I lunge towards him and shove him, ignoring the look of horror and empathy on his face at the realization of he did. I'm surprised he doesn't retaliate.
"James was fucking right about you." I slap and shove him again for good measure, which is fruitless because it's like punching a brick wall.
Gabriel grabs my wrists and growls, pushing me towards, then shoving me against the cupboard as I feel the back of my head connect with the wood. I knew bringing James up would evoke even more anger in him, as I feel his fingers curl around my neck and I feel sick to my core.
"You're just a little slut for James fucking Ellis aren't you?" He snarls, he's spitting-angry. Gone is the handsome, smart, sexy doctor who made my knees weak yesterday, whom I nearly fucked in a room full of dead people.
What the actual fuck was I thinking?? Gross. Double gross.
Instead a proud, ugly devil stands in front of me, and I can't wait to be far away from him.
"Yeah?" I sneer. "Well, he sure fucks better than you."
Ava shut the fuck up, girl. Now is not the time for your two cents worth.
But wait, did this fuck face just call me a slut?
Gabriel sees red and doesn't make a response. His nostrils flare as his grip tightens around my neck and I wait with baited breathe for his next move, which catches me by complete surprise.
He bangs the cupboard door above me and tries to kiss me.
Urgh.
I squirm away but he snaps my face back towards me and locks his lips against mine, releasing his hold on me and sliding his hands down my arm.
"All I want is you, baby. But why do you have to make it so hard for me?" His fist bangs against the cupboard above me again, making me jump.
Uhh maybe because you're an ill-tempered dick?
I squirm out of his grasp, but he kisses me again, slowly, cautiously, as if I were going to break, smothering me.
"You're too good for me," he rests his forehead on mine, eyes honey glazed and looking so sweet he'd make your teeth rot. "Please forgive me, I'll do anything to earn your love."
