Chapter 10

She laid nestled in his arms for the first time and it felt great. He was so tender and she really believed this was a new beginning for them.

But the next day he was cold towards her, over breakfast he barely said two words to her. This hurt her as she didn't know why. Had she done or said something to make him angry. So when he got up to leave she stepped in front of him, preventing him from leaving.

"Gabriel, is something wrong?"

"No, why do you ask?" he asked, not looking at her.

"Last night was beautiful but today you are being cold towards me."

He cupped her chin in his hand.

"The sex was great and we will do it again, real soon. I hope you don't expect me to be all lovey-dovey. That is not my way, now I have work to do. I'll see you later and we'll repeat what we did last night."

She was shocked and hurt so she lashed out. "You bastard. I will not be your sex toy."

He grabbed her arm and pulled her into him.

"Yes you are, and I will have you whenever I want you. I told you that once we went there it was just the beginning, I can not and will not stop from having you." He kissed her roughly and then walked away.

All she could do was stand there and watch him walk away. That kiss, rough as it was turned her on and she wondered what was wrong with her. He was treating her bad and yet she still wanted him.

Then she got to thinking, maybe this was just his way of hiding his feelings. She still wanted to believe he was good and capable of loving and being a good and loving husband. No, she wasn't ready to give up on him yet.

Since he was busy she hadn't seen him all day until dinner time. While they ate the butler came in and handed Gabriel a note. It must have been bad news by the look on his face, he was scowling, his lips pressed firmly together.

"Is it bad news?" she asked.

"You could say that. It's from my father, it appears that news of our marriage has reached him. He wants us to come to dinner tomorrow night."

"You haven't told him about us?" she asked, shocked.

"Nope and I never planned to."

"Are we going?" she asked nervously.

"Why would we?"

"Gabriel, they are your parents. I have to meet them sometime and it would be rude not to go. I would hate for them to resent me. They might think I'm the one who doesn't want to go."

"They are horrible people Paige, you'll regret going. But maybe it's best that you do meet them and you'll see why I'm the way I am. Why I'll never change. OK, I'll call them later and let them know we'll be there."

Later she was taking a shower and jumped when he walked in, getting in with her. His arms went around her, his lips on her neck, moving down. She had never showered with a man before and didn't know what to expect.

He placed his hands on her ass and lifted her up.

"Wrap your legs around my waist," he orders her and entered her. With her up against the wall, he pounded into her. He liked it when she clung to him, digging her nails into his flesh as she moaned his name.

God, she was so sweet and loving. He was starting to feel bad for the way he treated her earlier. He was downright cruel. He didn't want to be but it was how he was brought up and he didn't know how to change, or even if he could.

"Someday, when you're ready I'd like for you to try and go down on me."

After they both had an amazing orgasm he set her down on her feet. Her mouth reached for his which he gladly gave her. When she pulled away looked at him and innocently asked.

"What do you mean by going down on you?"

He chuckled and hugged her close to him, her slender body fitting perfectly into his. She really was innocent when it came to making love.

"Never mind sweetheart, I don't expect that from you."

She leaned her head on his chest, this was the first time he had used a term of endearment for her and it touched her heart. It still made her wonder how he could be this sweet one minute and turn into a monster the next.

He wrapped a towel around her, standing behind her kissed the side of her neck, she really liked it when he did that.

"Dry off and come to bed, I don't want you catching a cold."

Slapping her ass he walked into the other room and climbed into bed. He heard the buzz of the hairdryer, and when she came out she dropped her towel and got in, moving closer to him.

Did she not know the effect she was having on him?

Damn, now that he started with her he couldn't stop, his dick hard he grabbed her face and his kiss hot and demanding. Her lips were like a drug to him, he couldn't get enough of them or her sweet young body.

Laying her down he got on top, guiding his cock inside her, she made no attempt to stop him, instead, she placed her hands on his ass, pushing him in closer, like she couldn't get enough of him.

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The next day they headed on their two and a half hour drive to his parent's place. The thought of seeing them put him in a foul mood. He was glad that she kept quiet, knowing how he felt about going.

Paige decided to wear a skirt and a blouse, she wanted to make a good impression on her new in-laws.

The story of what Gabriel's father had done to him when he was a small boy sickened her. But she thought surely he must regret what he did, so she was willing to give him the benefit of the doubt.

He couldn't be as bad as her husband made him out to be. Knowing he was in a mood about seeing them she kept quiet, not wanting to add fuel to the fire. She was hoping to get them to forgive each other and maybe repair their relationship. Boy, if she only knew what she was in for she would have stayed clear of them.

After what seemed like a very long drive he pulled up to what was the biggest Mansion she could have imagined. She turned her head to Gabriel, his brows were lowered, his mouth tightly closed and his nostrils flared.

He looked so angry that a cold chill went straight through her. She waited patiently for him to make the first move. Ten minutes they sat there till he finally got out, coming around to her side opened the door and helped her out.

"We might as well get this over with," he said in a low growl. He knocked on the door and turned to her. "I hope you're ready for this."

When the door opened a man in a dark suit stood there, he was older, his face stern.

"Welcome Mr. Maestri, please come in. You are to wait in the drawing room, your parents will be there shortly."

Taking her arm Gabriel led her into a large room. It was modernly furnished, had a fireplace which was lit. Even with it lit the room to her felt cold and she shivered. If she thought it was cold now it was about to get much colder when a couple in their fifties walked in.

"Gabriel, so glad you could make it," the woman said with no warmth in her voice.

"Mother, father. I would like you to meet my wife, Paige," he said, putting his arm around her waist. "Paige, this is Kaia, my mother, and Sergio my father."

"It's a pleasure to meet you both," she said, extending her hand to shake Kaia's hand, which was ignored. But Sergio took her hand, holding it for a tad longer than was necessary.

"A pleasure to meet you, my dear. My you are so young and yet so very beautiful. My son has done well by taking you as his bride." Letting her hand go walked over to the bar in the corner. "What is everyone having to drink?"

"Scotch," Gabriel answered.

Sergio poured two scotches and a wine for his wife. "What would you like dear?" he asked Paige.

"My wife doesn't drink father, perhaps some juice."

They all sat down, Paige next to Gabriel. She listened as they talked amongst one another, she felt left out as she sat there sipping on the cranberry juice.

To her, their conversation seemed forced. The mother would from time to time look her way, a look of indifference plastered on her face. The father was a different matter, his eyes would sparkle when he looked at her. He was a handsome man, an older version of Gabriel.

The butler came into the room and announced that dinner was ready to be served. Sergio sat at the head of the table, Kaia at the other end, Gabriel on his father's left side, she on his right side. The first course was brought in and when she looked at it she looked up at Gabriel in shock. It was lobster.

"Mother, when I called I told you Paige was allergic to fish, why would you go ahead and have it served?" He waved his hand to the butler. "Take it away now."

"I'm sorry son, I guess I forgot. I'm sure we can find something else for her to eat."

"No, don't go to any trouble for me. I can have the salad and one of these delicious dinner rolls," she said, picking up a roll proceeded to butter it.

"I hope you're not allergic to veal," Kaia said, a touch of sarcasm in her tone.

"No, that's fine," she answered politely.

Sergio placed his hand over hers.

"I am sorry for my wife's behavior. You will enjoy the veal, I promise you. For dessert, I've had my chef prepare a souffle."

Pulling her hand away discreetly thanked him as the meal was brought in.

Sergio looked at his son. "Have you taken your bride to the club yet?"

"Gabriel's eyes darkened. "No, and I don't plan to."

"Why not son? She might enjoy it. I know the others would love to meet her. She would brighten up the place and put smiles on the members."

"I said no father, now drop it," Gabriel snapped.

"As you wish." He turned his attention back to Paige. "Tell us about you, my dear. Where do you come from and who are your parents?"

"I have no parent's sir," she answered.

"How can you not have parents?" Kaia asked harshly.

"Because she is an orphan mother and grew up in foster homes. She was one of the maids at the hotel in New York," Gabriel said before she could answer.

Both Sergio and Kaia gasped in shock.

"You married a maid, are you trying to piss me off son," Sergio growled.

Setting her fork down she watched the interaction between father and son. Both raising their voice and the anger flashing in their eyes.

Gabriel laughed, but it was an ugly laugh.

"She is also pregnant with my child, you're going to be a grandpa," he said, enjoying the look of horror on his father's face.

"You knocked up some little tramp who obviously got pregnant in order to snag herself a billionaire. Get rid of the fucker and divorce the bitch," Sergio yelled, getting to his feet.

Gabriel stood and knocked his plate on the floor, food and all.

"No, and don't you call my wife or child names." He looked at Paige. "Come on, we're leaving," he said, going over and taking her arm practically dragged her out to the car.

Paige was in shock at what had happened, how it all turned so ugly. What was worse was the way he used her and the baby to get a rise out of his father. They had agreed not to tell them about the baby till much later, but he did it anyway, embarrassing her. It was like he planned it and knew how his parents would react.

Gabriel drove without speaking, his knuckles turning white from gripping the steering wheel so tight, his anger was at its highest peak and the littlest thing would push him over the edge.

She was so hurt by what happened and knowing his temper stared out her side window and kept silent, tears filled her eyes.