Little Angel

Chapter:18

Vivian Flammery.
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I groan inside my head, as I can't stop but keep thinking about Gabriel and what he does for me.

It has been three weeks since I came to live here, and I am happy—more happy than I have ever been in a while. I can't help but feel the memory flash in my mind about my first day here.

The way he touched me, the way his lips felt against my skin, and the way he held me were enough to send an electric shock and shivers down my spine.

He had done so much for me. First, he gave me full access to the library, and then the view from his balcony was out of this world. I really thought he was going to kiss me in the kitchen and then on the balcony that day. Whatever happened that night was intense, and then he left me to take wine.

What he had done was so frustrating that I couldn't help but groan.

But aside from that, everything is perfect. I could hear his passion when he talked about his company and his work.

Since that day, he has been so busy with his work and comes home late at night, and I was busy with Daisy too, but at night, after Daisy falls asleep, we go to the balcony in his room every day, and I have a glass of wine while he tells me about his day and meetings and all the things he happened that day. I do the same.

I love hearing him talk. Every time he spoke, his deep, velvety voice sent shivers down my spine and made my heart race. Even a brush of his hand against mine sent a jolt of electricity that made my whole body tingle.

I don't know why, but sometimes I feel like he is hiding something from me. I can see it in his eyes. It's like he wanted to tell me something, but then he stopped himself. Something was missing there.

There is something more to him—the way he talks, his words, his mannerisms, the way he orders people around and always has to have control in every situation—and on top of that, I can't go anywhere out of the house without a bodyguard, and I am telling you there is more security around here than the President has around himself.

There are always guards around the house, 24/7. No one comes inside the mansion without permission, and they never look into my eyes, especially male workers and guards; they always look down with respect. The only man who looks into my eyes is Marcus.

But then he always stays by my side as soon as I step outside the house like a shadow, and by now I am used to him already.

Gabriel and I, on the other hand, are getting closer and closer, and the sexual tension is getting high day by day, to the point where I only had to look at him and my panties became wet.

The sparks and the tension in a room whenever we are together are just something I never felt before. It feels like I can feel the electricity running through every fiber on my skin and the tension so thik that you can cut it with a knife.

Every night, I could not help but stare at him. His messy dark hair after showers that he doesn't cowm just run his fingers through them and piercing blue eyes that change shades with his emotion ignited fire within me that I couldn't control. The way his lips touched the glass rim when he took a sip of his drink and how his Adam apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed.

That Adonis of the man had massed up your head, girl. My subconscious said:.

He kissed my head, forehead, hands, and cheek, not to forget those kisses he had given me on my neck. From three weeks on, he kept doing that: kissing me wherever he wanted, whenever he wanted, except my lips, and looking into my eyes like he wanted to say something. The next second, he left the room, leaving me wanting him even more, and on the edge of the cliff, I almost asked—no bag—for him to kiss me.