When she stops struggling, Gabriel comes near her ear and whispers hoarsely, “What made you think I’ll forgive you after the stunt you pulled up?”
The corners of Samara’s eyes crinkle. How dare he insinuate she had anything to do with the way Pirithous acted? She had been innocent all along. Samara could barely hold her anger and she blurts out, “What are you implying? I did nothing wrong. It was your fuc*ing guest who asked me for a dance and then stooped to such a low level, as to touch me without my permission.”
Gabriel had had enough of Samara’s innocent act. He had told her to be civil, but as usual, she never listens. He gives a slow, disbelieving head shake and spurts out, “First mind your language, and second, I had told you to wear a fuc*ing dress, not some rags. If you had worn
