After Divorce, Billionaire Ex Found Me Pregnant-Chapter 41 Did It Hurt?

Seven minutes before,

Hand stuffed in his pocket and body leaned against the nearest wall, Gabriel watched the interaction ensuing in the balcony with dark hooded lids.

All around him, the aura seemed deadly, combined with the look of obviously jealousy that swept across his face each time Christian spoke to Leonica.

As if one man wasn’t enough for her, she was going after another, of course.

“Gabe,”

Angelina’s voice called him back to reality and he looked down, watching as the woman he had come with, offered him a glass of wine, glass of water in her other hand.

“Are you alright?”

Taking the offered drink, Gabriel nodded his head. “Yes, why wouldn’t I be?”

Angelina shrugged her shoulders, sipping the water from the glass in her hand and waiting for Gabriel to take a sip from his.

He didn’t, not Immediately. Instead, he stared down at the liquid in the glass, watching as the light from the lamps hanging overhead reflected against the wine’s surface.

A few moments later, he raised the glass to his lips and tilted it, allowing the bitter yet sweet flavor of the liquid to fill his taste buds.

“So,” Angelina started, breaking the silence that had fallen between them. “Remember what I told you? I promised to make sure you had a good night,” She smiled and used her free hand to trail up his chest.

Gabriel’s hands had already moved, ready to remove her fingers as if on instinct, when a familiar voice to both their ears spoke.

“Gabriel, Angelina, I’m so glad to see you both here.” Stellar sundered over, pulling the female brunette into a hug the next seconds.

“Stellar, happy birthday.” Angelina wished as soon as they pulled apart.

Placing her hand against her chest, the celebrant smiled. “Thank you. The girls are waiting for you over there.”

“Alright, I’ll be right there.”

Seeing her off, Angelina turned her attention back to Gabriel who had gone back to sipping his drink.

“I’ll be back soon, okay? Wait for me here.” She told him and without giving him time to answer, she turned around and disappeared through the crowd, heading towards her group of friends.

Watching her go, Gabriel’s eyes turned back to the balcony, instantly landing on Christian and Leonica who were now standing closer than ever, face to face.

Eyes narrowing dangerously, Gabriel gritted his teeth.

The wine in the glass sloshed around as his hand was skin raised and chugged down in favor of quenching whatever anger was arising in him.

That however was a bad decision on his path as no less than a minute later, his vision suddenly blurred. The blurry vision was accompanied by a wave of headache of sudden heat that had Gabriel shaking his head in hopes of shaking whatever had come over him away.

His actions however, was futile and seemed to worsen the effect. Deciding against standing still in where he was, Gabriel turned around and barely managed to find his way to the stairs, picking the nearest room he could find to rest in.

Inside the room, he sat down on the nearest couch and rested his head, hoping that his blurred vision and dizzy spell would pass as soon as the wine left his system.

A few minutes later, his headache had gone and his vision had somewhat cleared, however, the same couldn’t be said for the strange sensation in his body, his hands were shaking, his forehead was sweating, his mouth had gone dry and his mind all mingled.

Gabriel wasn’t sure what was going on, but he did not like the feeling.

However, no matter how much his mind tried convincing him to stand and leave the room, his body didn’t comply.

No matter how many times he tried pushing himself up, his body wouldn’t move, and it didn’t take a genius to tell him that he had been drugged.

Someone had spiked his drink.

Cursing under his breath, Gabriel managed to rise to his feet this time around, stumbling for the door. He had just pulled the door open when he had a familiar voice and the sound of footsteps coming his way.

“Where the hell is he?”

Leonica! He instantly recognized her voice and wondered what she was doing here.

But that didn’t quite matter, what in fact did right now, was help. He needed help.

Pulling himself together, he waited until her shadow was in his view, and when the time was right, he grabbed her, pulled her into the room, shut the door, and pinned her against the wall, using his strength and her surprise against her.

Leonica was still surprised by the attack. Her minds swirled in several direction, trying to piece information together before she started struggling against the person who had pinned her against the door.

A flash of the moonlight from the curtain blown by passing wind revealed who her attacker was.

Puzzled and angered, Leonica fought hard against her with strain.

“Gabriel, you-“

Her words were cut off as Gabriel smashed his lips against.

The kiss was a rough one, demanding and forceful, yet gentle at the same time. It was a strange mix of emotions that had her feeling weak and had her body reacting against her will.

“Mmmn...mmm,”

Her struggle turned into muffled moans as she felt Gabriel’s tongue forcefully pry open her lips and enter her mouth, his hand moving from her wrist and trailing down her sides, caressing her waist before finding the hem of her dress.

Her body jerked the moment she felt his hand touch her thigh.

“Gabriel, stop,” She demanded, turning her head to the side to avoid his lips and placing her hand on his chest.

“Gabriel, s-stoo this rig-ah”

She moaned, the last part of her words cut off when he began attacking her neck, nibbling and sucking on the sensitive skin.

Her legs were already weak, but the more he pressed his body against hers, the more her knees threatened to buckle.

“N-no stop...” She protested.

Squeezing her eyes shut and fingers tightening around his shirt, she bitterly thought. ‘I’m not Angelina.’

“Leonica, ah,”

Gabriel’s voice was hot against her ear as he spoke, but that wasn’t what had shivers running down her spine and settling in the deepest part of her stomach.

It was the fact that he had called her name, not Angelina’s or some other bed warmer of his.

This surprised Leonica and by the time she had recovered from that shock, Gabriel had picked her up and landed her on the bed, hovering above her.

His hands worked on their own accords, riding her gown up to her stomach, to revealing the operational scar she had endured in other to have Ashely.

Seeing the scar, Gabriel’s expression softened and his hand gently caressed it, sending new waves of pleasant shivers up Leonica’s entire body.

“Did it hurt?” He asked, hot breath fanning her skin as he leaned down and gently kisses her stomach.

Leonica gasped...no, she yelped, surprised by his action. It was vague yet gently, almost as if he was handling some sort of delicate object.

As crazy as the situation may have seemed, Leonica allowed herself soak under his touch for the briefest second and coupled with recalling the amount of pain she had to go through alone while birthing Ashely, she couldn’t control the amount of tears that pooled in her eyes.

“Did it hurt, Leonica?” Gabriel asked again, looking up at her through his lashes as he peppered the scar with kisses.

Leonica opened her mouth to respond when she for once took notice of his expression. His face seemed flushed and red, almost as if he had been drugged.

Had he been drugged? Was that why he was doing this?

Thoughts running through her mind, she didn’t notice that Gabriel’s lips had travelled downwards, kissing her stomach and the scar before moving even further down, till he reached her thighs.

“G-gabriel, we shouldn’t do this. Y-you need to stop- Ah!”

Pulling her underwear far aside enough, Gabriel didn’t hesitate, his tongue darted out, licking her clit before slipping into her folds.

“Ahhh,” Leonica couldn’t help but arch her back and moan out at the sensation.

‘No,’

She couldn’t allow herself to get lost in this feeling, not again, not after all he had done. Not when he was about to have his own child with another woman.

‘You’re just going to get hurt in the end.’

She bit down on her lips, fingers tangling in the sheets beneath her.

‘No, don’t give in. No, don’t give in.’ she repeated those words in her head, trying to pull away from Gabriel, but his grip, as well as his knowledge of how to handle her body, had her failing.

A few minutes more and the effects of the wine she had gulped down before finding him, started to take effect, making her feel all fuzzy and weakened.

“Ga...briel.”

“Leonica,”

His voice was husky, filled with want, need, desire, lust, and so many other things, had her body rendering to him against her minds will.

Or perhaps it was the effect of the alcohol, either one, somewhere in the back of her mind, Leonica was sure she’d regret her action the moment she woke up.

And she did.

Staring at the pieces of clothes on the floor and the reoccurring memories of the night before in her head, Leonica suppressed a scream, and instead pulled on her hair.

Stupid her, how could she have allowed herself to make such a mistake? Was she still the same stupid woman?!

Berating herself inwardly, the White-ette quietly slipped out of the bed and gathered her clothes, slipping them on and without glancing back at Gabriel who was still peaceful sleeping, slipped out of the room.

As she rushed out of the room, scurrying down the hall with intentions none other than getting away, Leonica failed to notice the one spiteful eyes that had watched her every movement, burning red with anger and hatred.

Angelina.