Could those bottles at the house had been bought for me? Hadn’t he told me that no other woman lived with him. Oh, my goodness! How in the world did he know lavender was my favorite scent?
My bag…
In my backpack I have a little bottle of lavender lotion and body spray that I got from the drug store. That’s how he knew. Wow! I didn’t know how to feel about that. Yeah! It’s horrible that he was being nosy, but on the other hand, very thoughtful of him.
I put my robe back on and walked into the bedroom. I could hear that there were quite a few people in the living room with Gabe now. And judging by the laughing voices, they were having a good time.
Walking toward the bed, I looked through the bags for underwear. There were a few pairs, and they were all sexy. Even more so than the pair I had on last night. I shrugged not minding that. At least I had clothes that covered my whole body.
I know why my drunk self wanted to dispose of that dress and them shoes, they had been torturing me the whole night. I’m sure like Shanice there are thousands of women who would have loved to own them. But I just wasn’t one of them. It’s like my granny use to say, I’m a simple gal, and I’m damn proud to be one.
After I slid into my panties, I went back into the bathroom to try and tame my hair. The end result was a pony tail that I slicked back with the help of my body butter and water. It hung down my back in a full afro puff. There was nothing I could do about that.
Then I stepped into my pants suit, the zip was on the side hidden in the fold. In another bag on the bed was a shoe box. I laughed out in joy when I saw the beautiful red flats in them. They were amazing, and felt wonderful on my feet.
In another bag were a couple pieces of jewelry; a princess bracelet that was white gold that I slid on my wrist that was sleeveless. There was a matching ring that I slid on the same hand with my mother’s ring. On my other hand was my wedding band and engagement ring.
As I stood admiring myself in the mirror, Gabriel slipped in the room coming to stand behind me looking larger than life. The first thing I noticed was that even though he wore a pair of black jeans and only a black tee over his tank top, and I wore a black designer suit, it seemed as if he and I matched—I liked it.
“Wow! You look really good baby!” He said bringing his big hands up to cup my shoulders. I smiled at him feeling really pretty.
“Thank You!” I told him. He frowned slightly.
“For what?”
“For the clothes, silly.” He chuckled.
“Well, we couldn’t have you going out in demonic torture devices again.” His chuckle turned to a little laugh as he remembered what I had said and done while drunk. I narrowed my eyes at him through the mirror, trying my best to give him a stern look although I felt like joining him in his mirth.
“Gabe that’s not funny! I embarrassed myself!”
He threw up his hands. “Okay baby, I’m sorry. I won’t laugh at you anymore!” The whole time he said that he chuckled. I put my hand on my hips, pressing my lips together to keep from laughing with him.
“Okay, I’m for real this time, I’m done laughing.” He pressed his lips together, really putting forth the effort.
“I got a wedding present for you.” He said when his chuckles died down. Turning, he went to a bag that was on one of the dressers in the room. He returned with a little black box. When he walked back to me, my eyes widen in amazement as I stared at the beautiful diamond necklace he placed around my neck. I gasped when the cold gems touched my flesh.
“Oh my God! Gabe, it’s too much.” I cried turning to look up at him. I put my hand with my wedding ring on his chest.
“I didn’t get you anything!” He put his hand with his wedding band over mine before leaning down to whisper what he wanted from me in my ear. Shocked at his dirty words, I blushed biting my lip to keep from grinning.
“Gabriel Calhoun, you can’t say things like that to me.” One side of his mouth lifted in a grin.
“Why not, Yasmin Calhoun?” Hearing him call me by his last name stole my words, for just a moment my tongue seemed tied in a knot.
Yasmin Calhoun.
It was on the tip of my tongue to tell him that wasn’t my name. He saw it too, because the grin slowly left his face, along with it the teasing joking Gabriel.
I blinked, and when I opened my eyes, deadly psychotic Gabriel stared down at me.
“Say it Yasmin, say you’re my wife.” His words were quiet, but lethal.
I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. How can I say I’m his wife when he forced me into this marriage? The silent anger that now poured off him was further proof of how I can never accept being his wife.
“Gabe!” I began, but right then Mac called him from the living room, before he knocked on the bedroom door. It was like Mac had some kind of inner beacon that went off whenever Gabe went psychotic.
“Hey bruh, can I come in?”
Gabe didn’t answer him. In fact, he hadn’t taken his angry gaze off me.
“Say it shorty, say you’re my wife.” His
