The Perfect Husband's Secret novel Chapter 30

Chapter 11 

“Out.” He grabs my hand and pulls me out of the elevator, and I stumble forward. 

I swallow the lump in my throat as I look around. 

Jeez. 

I always knew that Gabriel Ferrara had expensive taste, but this is next level. The walls are 

a soft hue of gold. The ceilings are sky high, and huge dark wooden archways interconnect the rooms. The arches remind me of something you would see in an historic church or 

something. Grand and oversized. 

The furnishings are all beautiful dark wooden antiques. Huge navy and maroon Aubusson 

rugs are on the dark timber floors. Beautiful artworks in huge gold gilded frames are hanging on the walls. 

It’s like a step back in time to a king’s palace or something. 

“Welcome to my home.” His eyes twinkle with pride. 

Suddenly, I remember the mission. That’s right, I hate you. 

“It’s nice,” I lie through gritted teeth. It’s not nice, it’s fucking fabulous, but I’m not giving 

him the satisfaction of gushing over it. 

His dark eyes hold mine. 

“Don’t look at me like that.” I drop my shoulders to try to look tough and in control. 

“Like what?” Before I can answer the question, he cuts me off. “Like I want to taste every 

inch of your skin?” 

I feel myself melt into a puddle. Don’t start talking dirty, I won’t stand a chance. 

“Yes.” 

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But I do, Violet. I cannot hide it. I won’t even try to. I haven’t even touched the surface with 

the things I want to do to you.” 

Arousal begins to steal my brain. “You shouldn’t be such an asshole, then,” I whisper. That 

didn’t sound convincing, even to me. 

“Do you know me at all?” He smiles as he lifts my hand to his lips and kisses my fingertips. “The hairs on the back of my neck stand to attention. 

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Oh… 

I watch him softly kiss my hand. “That’s the problem, I do,” I whisper, distracted. 

He’s just so… 

“I’m not your plaything, Gabriel,” I say as I pull my hand from his grip. 

“But I am your toy to play with.” He smirks. “Only too happy to donate my body to science.” 

“You think I’m a science experiment?” I squeak. 

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He tips his head back and laughs out loud, and I bite my bottom lip to stop myself from 

smiling too. 

“Would you like a drink?” he asks. 

“That depends.” 

“On what?” 

“On whether I’m getting an apology for your assholeness or not.” 

His eyes dance with delight, and I get the feeling that it is me who is the toy. “Gracie.” He takes me into his arms and drops his lips to my neck. “I am sorry for acting like myself at the office.” He bites me, and goose bumps scatter up my arms. “I should have acted like someone else.” He teases me as he bites me again. “Because the very least you deserve is for me to act like I want the entire office to know my business.” 

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He bites me again, and my body melts against his as I grab his hair. 

Okay, what the hell is this? 

He’s taunting me while not apologizing and my body is lapping it up. 

Asshole. 

I take a step back from him. “I’d like that drink 

now, please.” 

“Of course.” He licks his lips as his eyes hold mine and the darkness behind them sends a shiver down my spine. 

I 

get the feeling that I’m going to get it. 

Hard. 

He walks into another room off the living room and down a corridor and I tentatively 

follow. 

Holy…what the? 

It’s a bar. A fully fledged huge bar, the walls are dark green and the bar is a rosewood 

timber. 

He begins to pour the drinks as my eyes look around the space. 

The 

a pool table, a card table, even a roulette table. It’s like a damn casino in here. To the right, there’s a sunken room with a black circular leather couch around a pole. 

Huh? 

“What’s the pole for?” I ask. 

“Strippers,” he says casually as he takes a sip of the drink he’s just poured. 

I stare at him as my brain misfires, what do you even say to that? 

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You have strippers to your house?” I gasp. 

Of course I do. I certainly don’t want to go to their houses,” he replies casually as he passes me a heavy crystal glass. 

What the… 

I’m shocked, shocked to my core. He has a fucking stripper pole in his bar room. 

I take a sip and wince, so strong. Ugh, it’s horrible. “Is this stripper juice?” 

He raises his glass in the air with a cheeky wink. “Something like that.” 

“Figures,” I reply dryly. I imagine all the hot women he must have here, and insecurity 

creeps in. What could he ever see in me? 

Damn it, maybe I do need this liquid bravery. I take a huge gulp and it burns all the way 

down. 

Ugh… Oh, hell. 

Perhaps tonight’s stripper may be throwing up after drinking this, but whatever. He asked. 

for it. 

“Sit.” He points to a stool at the bar, and without thinking I do as he says and drop to the