GABRIEL
I don't know how, but somehow, I was sitting in the car with Ariana. And we were on our way to that damn party.
I wasn't even sure what had gotten into me, and why I had agreed to go with her, but here I was with a scowl on my face while Ariana had a smile on hers.
I huffed and looked away, and out of the window. "How far is this place? We have beenon the road for hours on end." I exagerated, but didn't care. It was past nine o'clock, and while I should have been cozied up in my bed, I was on my way to a party filled with college students. And it was easy to guess what the party would be all about.
Booze and s*x.
But Ariana was going. And I couldn't stop her.
Something she had said had gotten to me.
For your information, Gabriel Fernadez, before becoming your wife, I was a
