21
GABRIELA
It was different now that he’d asked me, bargained with me, pleaded with me to be his wife.
Not that I liked to see a powerful man like him brought to his knees.
Or did I?
It turned me on when he was in charge, but a part of me was pleased beyond telling to know I had the power to make him beg.
Not that I’d a***e it. I felt truly desired, like some sort of special prize that he cherished and revered.
One he couldn’t live without.
Knowing that, my anger dissipated. My father was forgotten. After Carlos’ pledge to me on the beach, my father had nothing to do with our marriage any longer.
But my daddy did.
We had dinner at a quaint, upscale restaurant and Carlos insisted I order the grilled salmon instead of only a dinner salad.
Our hotel room had a huge bed, and while
