Do You Think I'm A Gigolo?

"Gabriel?"

Agnes frowned. "You know my brother, Grace?" she asked.

Grace quickly shook her head. "No! I… I Just.." Her mind went blank. She couldn't utter one rational excuse. They had never met before. Agnes never talked about her family. Yes, Grace knew that her brother's name was Gabriel. But… never crossed in her mind that the Gabriel she spent her night with was the same exact Gabriel Lucius Ambrose. Agnes Brother!

But why was he in New York? Agnes told her that her family lived in California! Her brother even lived in Europe. 

Gabriel Lucius Ambrose... was someone Grace should never get close to. He lived in a different world from her. Even Agnes herself was afraid of her brother. Agnes had always said that she didn't want to interfere in the family business. Even though she was an Ambrose, being the stepdaughter of a mistress was often looked down upon.

"You told me about your brother, right? I recognize his name."

"But you don't know his face, do you?"

That was true. Grace never knew what Gabriel, Agnes' brother, looked like. Even Forbes magazine had photographed him from the neck down. The man never showed his face. Very private. And damn it, of all the people named Gabriel. Why did she have to spend the night with an Ambrose?

"He called you sister. I guess... that's enough to know he's your brother, right?" Grace replied nervously.

She glanced at Gabriel briefly. But when she found him staring at her, she quickly turned away.

"I think I'll go somewhere else. You're going back to your family, right? We can talk some other time."

Agnes took Grace's hand as she was about to leave. "But it's your birthday tonight. We should celebrate it."

"We can still celebrate tomorrow, Agnes. Next time. Just.. not tonight. Your father is looking for you.``

Agnes released Grace's arm. She looked so pissed by Grace. They needed to talk but her old man was looking for her. She grabbed her purse carelessly and bumped into Grace's shoulder when she left.

And now it's her chance to escape That man.

"There you go… Miss Grace. Leaving me again without any words. Is that your hobby?" 

Grace tried to ignore his words. But when she left, a big hand slipped on his hips. Pulled her until their bodies touched.

"Sir, please. I… I need to go."

"Not until we talked."

Grace pushed his hard chest. She didn't want to get involved with the Ambrose family. That was just a one-night-stand! He should forget her and ignore her!

"Please, sir. Let's forget what happened that night." Grace took a glance over her shoulder, hoping that Agnes wouldn't come back and saw her brother grabbing Grace's arm. Her pupils were shaking nervously. She couldn't bring herself to look at the man in front of her.

"That was just a night night, sir. We didn;t even know each other. And let's pretend that we have never met before. Please, I beg you."

"I know you," he said with his deep voice. 

His face was getting closer so Agnes could smell his masculine cologne right now. That was the same exact cologne that made her drawn by his presence that night. Grace tried to move her face to keep some distance between their faces.

"Grace Elizabeth Norma. 20 years old. No, tonight will be her twenty one birthday. The only child of Arthur Norma. A business consultant under Redfund firm. A very dear friend of my sister. And a business management student from C University. The soon-to-be-bride of Mister Fillo Babel, the son of Frederick Babel who owned a press and printing company."

Grace's moth left hanging opened. She was so speechless by all the information Gabriel had. How could he know so much when they only met once? Sheonly told him about her name that night? Or… did she blabbered about all the stuff? Indeed, Grace was so drunk but… but… she couldn't remember that she told him her information!

"How could-how?" Grace couldn't ask him properly. She was too stunned to speak.

"Well, it's a secret. But now, I know about all your information. So there will be no point in running away from me. We will meet again eventually. I will find you. Always."

Grace bit her inner cheek. Tried to surpass a stressful scream. Until she took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly.

"What do you want from me, sir?" she asked him with the small courage she had.

"Nothing. I just want you to sit with me. Here and enjoy some drinks."

"I'm sorry. But I can't. I should go back to my accomodation."

"C'mon. It's just nine p.m The bill's on me."

Someone bumped into Grace's shoulder. A man with sand blonde hair. He said sorry with a cheeky grin. Grace nodded in understatement. There was no point in making it big. 

"Sorry, babe."

"It's ok. No problem."

The man turned and found someone glaring at him. The glare sent him shivers. He quickly turned around and left the place.

Gabriel put his hands on Grace's hips. She tried to brush off Gabriel's arm but his grip was too strong. He led her to go out of the bar.

"Sir, where are we going? I need to go back. Pelase."

Gabriel was pissed. He didn't know why. That was just a small bump. But he didn't like Grace's body touching another man. The bar would get more crowded later and the chances Grace's body touched another man made him more furious. 

Her small figure was too easy to be drowned by the crowd. She didn't even have the energy to brush off Gabriel's finger. How could she survive that crowded place, he thought.

Gabriel had a big body. Two heads taller than Grace. His hand enveloped her body. Dragged her to the place he had in mind. The beach. 

That was a private beach. Part of the Ambrose hotel, which was kept empty for the public. Gabriel put Grace to sit on the wooden gazebo. The floors were filled with sand. A moon shone brightly at the dark sky. The sea mirroring the moon. The gentle waves kept pushing to the shore creating a white splashes.

"So, Grace… What do you mean by leaving me two hundred dollars that night? Did you think I'm a gigolo?" Gabriel asked that made Grace jaw dropped by his vulgar mouth.

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What do you think so far? What kind of person do you think gabriel will?