Chapter 75: Bared To You: Part Three

"The funny thing is, even with one person who seemed by my side, it felt like a blessing. But it really was another way of controlling me. Sia, I mean Anastasia, was another way to threaten me into submission. I had endured so much that pain was becoming like second nature. I was 'getting used to it', and Ethan could see that," Esme sighed and stood up from the sofa. She looked back at Gabriel and the broken arm of the furniture he had been resting his hand on. 

She could see a burning fury behind those striking eyes; even though she'd stopped talking, it was possible he was still 'watching' her memories. It was a lot to take in and not exactly the most pleasant of stories one told another. 

"Did you want to play hooky with me today?" She asked and kneeled in front of him, gently placing her hands on his knees. Gabriel blinked and looked down at her, swallowing loudly. She couldn't tell what emotions were swimming in his eyes right now, but they should take a little break. "How about we go for a walk? Outside?" 

Gabriel cleared his throat and clasped her hands in his, kissing each knuckle like they were fragile and made of glass. "That sounds perfect. What about the forest and hill area overlooking the valley?" He suggested, gazing up at her through his annoyingly gorgeously long lashes. 

"Ha, that's been my go-to place around here.." Esme trailed off, then tilted her head to the side, narrowing her eyes. "Have you been keeping tabs on me?"

"I only suggested outside the city because you seem to like nature more. Or was my assumption wrong?" Gabriel smirked as though he already knew the answer. But Esme couldn't help but still find it suspicious he knew the exact location she tended to go to. She shrugged it off either way and stood up; she looked down at him and abruptly turned; she wanted to kiss him but felt it was wrong at the moment, what with her revealing such things about her past. 

Gabriel had been quiet, and she'd peeked at him a few times to see the cogs turning in his head before he noticed her watching him, and he'd become expressionless again, or smile at her gently, brushing her hair away. He was plotting something but didn't want to show it. Esme didn't mind if he didn't want to reveal anything to her just yet. She was telling him a lot about her mate, more than anyone would know, and his ability at reading minds made it even more personal. Though she still stopped him from viewing some memories, strictly speaking when Ethan would force himself on her. 

Esme stopped at the door and looked back at Gabriel as realisation dawned on her. It was mid-morning, and the sun was up. "I completely forgot. You can't go outside during the day," Esme said guiltily. She forgot something so simple about a vampire.

Gabriel came up from behind her and embraced her in his arms, the sudden feeling made her relax, and she instantly felt her worries melt away. "I'm the Vampire King. Do you really think the sun would keep me from walking outside?" He whispered next to her ear, tickling her with the warmth of his breath. "Another little secret only for you to know. The sun doesn't restrict the pureblood vampires from going outside; they're the first and second generation only. The third generation like Luther only finds it annoying, but lower-ranking vampires below him will burst into flames."

Esme turned her head to look at Gabriel; she stared at him in wonder and awe again. No one really could compare to him, and somehow, he chose to reveal parts of himself to her, the fucked up rogue. Gabriel sighed and kissed her tenderly on the lips before releasing her, and she looked away, her cheeks heating at the possibility he had been listening to her thoughts again. 

She put her hands in her jacket pockets as Gabriel pushed the door open. The pair had changed when she started to tell him about Anastasia, and now she wore what she wore the night before, and Gabriel was in jeans, a black top and a leather jacket with some shades, his hair swept back neatly. He looked delectable and like he'd just walked off a photo shoot. 

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They went down in the lift; Gabriel caged his arms around her and kept his shades on the top of his head so Esme could only gaze into his eyes while they went down the garage. She was grateful to him; he was using those godly good looks to good use and distracting her from the trauma of her being inside of a cage. 

They walked along the rows of flashy cars, from convertibles, sports cars and SUV's to a few motorbikes; Esme was not surprised at all. She climbed into the black tinted SUV, feeling more at ease in this car than the others and understanding why he chose this instead. All of his cars would stand out even among the rich people of Chester, Gabriel was in a different league of wealth, and everything was custom made. 

Just as Gabriel set the car into gear, his phone rang through the car, and he cursed at Luther's name showing up. 

"Finally! Gabriel, where the heck are you? I've been trying to call you all night; you're the fricken King. You can't just ghost me.. Has something happened? Tell me!" Luther roared into the car speakers, and Esme glanced at Gabriel in amusement and wondering what her King would tell him. 

Gabriel sighed, and Luther instantly went silent. "I have been…" He glanced at Esme with a smirk and couldn't help the amusement filling his voice. "busy." 

Luther sighed in response. "You normally tell me if you have company!" He said in exasperation. "Was it Kiki? Or someone else? Who were you with all night? Oh shit, I've interrupted you. That's why you sound so.. strange. When can I expect you to-"

Gabriel hung up on him and looked at Esme warily. "Kiki is only-"

"You don't have to explain to me." Esme looked out of the window at the tall buildings. "You have a past, as do I. Although I am pretty certain you've slept with thousands more than me," She chuckled even though she still felt a slight pinch in her heart. 

"But they didn't mean anything to me," Gabriel interrupted her spiralling emotions and kissed her hand before resting their intertwined fingers on her lap. Esme looked back at him in shock. 

"But.." She swallowed loudly, searching his face as he looked at the road. "I do?"

Gabriel grinned and shook his head, "What a silly question, amica mea."

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