Ex-Husband's Regret

The jet comes to a halt on the runway.

Gabriel’s hand stops me from jerking forward when the plane lands.

“You good?” he asks, his eyes searching mine.

“Yeah” After Gabriel told me about the girl he fell in love with, nothing much happened after. He was carrying scars that still haunted him. Scars that had tainted him.

I could see it in his eyes after he told me everything. He didn’t want to talk anymore. He had revealed something about himself that no one else knew.

Not even his twin brother.

I didn’t push him to talk more about it.

I didn’t demand he tell me what happened after he found out the truth or what happened to the girl. He felt vulnerable, and I understood that he needed time to get himself together, so  I gave him space.

Ispent half of the time reading, and the other half sleeping. He was still attentive even when he was pulling away from me. He would regularly ask if I was comfortable or needed anything.

His hands on my belly, pulls me from my thoughts. I look down, only to realize that he was undoing my seat belt.

“You do realize I can do that myself?” I try to push his hands away, but he doesn’t budge.

“Yes, but I can’t pass up any opportunity to touch you,” he drawls.

His lazy grin tells me all I need to know. Gabriel had pulled himself together, and he was now back to normal.

Once he’s done, he stands up before gently grabbing my hand and pulling me up. For a moment my legs wobble. I latch on his bicep to stop myself from od falling given my legs had gone to sleep.

He seems to understand and just lets me hold on to him. After a few minutes, blood starts circulating normally, and I’m able to move.

“Thanks” I whisper, not really knowing what else to say.

He doesn’t say anything, just gives me a small jerk of the head. He guides us outside, and after going through clearance, we get inside a waiting car.

“Have you even ever used a normal car before?” I ask eyeing the vehicle before us, before climbing in.

I wasn’t sure what kind of car this was, but it screamed luxury just like all the other cars that Gabriel uses.

“This is a normal car, Harper?” he teases, his lip turned up on one side.

“No, it’s not. This is a luxury car.” “Which equals normal car.” I want so badly to correct him, but I know we'll end up arguing. I doubt Gabriel has ever been in a bus or taxi.

Nothing but the best for him.

“So where are we staying?” I ask after awhile.

He shrugs. “I don’t know. Christopher arranged everything.” If he wasn’t bothered, then I wouldn't be. Chris is efficient, so he probably booked something nice.

Yawning, I lean back against the leather seat. I had slept during the flight, but I was still tired. Maybe it had to do with the fact that I haven’t been getting enough sleep these past few days.Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

We remain silent for the rest of the ride. It was a comfortable kind of silence. One where no one felt the need to fill it with awkward chatter.

When we get to the hotel, I look at the building and just smile. Nothing but the best for Gabriel. Just like with everything else in his life, the building  screamed luxury and opulence.

Just by looking at it, you would know it was a five-star hotel that cost a tooth and a nail to stay at. Whoever owns it, ~ knew the specific class he was targeting.

As the concierge handled our bags, Gabriel guided me to the front desk with his hand on my lower back.

“Hello sir, how can I be of assistance?” the lady manning the desk asks.

“Booking under Mr. and Mrs. Wood” he replies, his hand still firmly fixed on my back.

“Sure, let me just check” she turns to her computer for a few minutes before her eyes come back to us. “Right, penthouse suite... Top floor, room number 201.” With a nod, Gabriel takes our keys and leads us to the elevators. We get in, he presses the necessary button, and we begin to ascend.