Gael's Naughty Angel: A Mafia Prince Romance

The way Gael called Angela's name in almost every sentence made her shiver. It sounded so intimate and sexy that one would think they were very close. He had a smug look on his face, looking so arrogant in his form as though he had won over her. She hated it. Arching her brow at him and crossing her arms, her condescending look only made him chuckle.

He knew he was getting in her nerves and he didn't know why, but he found it very interesting — he had the urge to keep on pushing her buttons. And because he couldn't help himself, he shot her a daring smile and a wink as he leaned against the partition wall and raised his beer bottle at her before taking a swig.

"Ugh!" Angela huffed and stomped her way back into her suite, sliding the glass door shut a little too harshly that it wobbled.

She couldn't stay in that room! Even if they were going to go back to Esmea on Monday morning, there was just no way that she would want to be neighbors with that man!

She was so frustrated and she did not know why. There was just something about Gael that made her blood boil. He looked and acted so differently compared to how he was back then when they first met on the island. And as if she was only reminded just now, her first book flashed in her mind.

"Oh, god…" Angela swallowed. He's doing this because of the book. She was in big trouble. "If he had read the entire book…" her hands flew to her mouth, suppressing herself to scream. Her face was so red that she looked like she was about to explode. Her heart raced so fast, causing her to have a hard time breathing.

Because Angela Su was a coward, she exited her room and headed towards the front desk. She was practically running as she made her way there, ignoring the throbbing pain on the wound of the sole of her foot. Slapping the keycard on the counter, she panted, "I need another room!"

The receptionist was shocked by her sudden request. She was sweating and panting like she had just run a marathon. "M-Ma'am?"

"I said, I need a room! Anywhere! I need to transfer to any room. As far away from this one as possible!" she said hastily, waving the white keycard in her hand that had the room number written in gold.

"Is there a problem with the room you're staying in, Ma'am?"

"Yes! Big! Huge problem!" She was still panting. "Please… just… give me another room…"

The receptionist looked at her like she was a weirdo. That's because she did. She looked like a mess at the moment, demanding for another room.

Ten minutes later, Angela returned to her suite looking defeated. In the end, the resort was fully booked and there was no available room for her to move. It was, after all, summer.

Pacing back and forth in her suite, she thought about what she needed to do. That was silly of her to think she could escape. Even if she was going to move to another room, she would still be in the same resort as Gael. There was no point in running. She stopped in her tracks. She shouldn't run… Why should she run? She did nothing wrong!

After contemplating, she decided that she was going to play whatever mind games he was trying to play. He wouldn't do anything ridiculous, right? She tucked her hair behind her ear, feeling uneasy about her situation at the moment.

A knock on the door made her jump. "Who is it?" she asked, not bothering to take a peek from the peephole.

"It's me," Oliver said from the other side.

Angela opened the door and let her brother in, taking a seat on the edge of the bed as her brother strolled inside.

"Everything okay? What happened to you earlier?" He crossed his arms in front of his chest as he studied his sister.

"Nothing. I just slipped and spilled the drink on me."

Oliver ran a hand down his face. He didn't want to think about the image of his sister from earlier so he changed the subject right away. "Dinner will be at the beachfront in an hour. Cover up, it's a little windy." He turned around and was about to leave her room when she called him.

"Wait—" Angela got up hurriedly and caught up with her brother, "Oli… switch rooms with me."

"Why?"

"Just… I don't like this room. Please?"

"We pretty much have the same room. What's wrong with yours?"

She bit on her lip and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. She had no excuse. "I don't like the view…" she blurted.

Oliver knitted his brows, shaking his head as he stepped out of her room. "We have the same view. We're not exchanging rooms, Anj, don't be so difficult." And then he was gone.

Angela watched her brother walk down the hall. Now what?

A snicker from the side made her turn her head and she saw Gael who was outside of his room and was closing the door. She saw the mocking expression on his face and she knew that he heard her conversation with Oliver just now.

"What are you laughing at?" she snapped.

"You're cute when you're snarky, Sweetheart." He turned and paused in front of her adding, "But you can't get rid of me that easily." He flashed her a gorgeous smile that made her heart skip a beat just before he walked away, playfully slapping the red and white hardbound book on the palm of his hand.

Angela didn't know whether she was attracted to his mischievous ways or the way that he made her feel like he owned her. It was the most bizarre feeling that she had ever experienced. Just who was this guy who's making her feel this way?

And why did it seem like she was actually looking forward to whatever Gael had planned to do?

Crossing her arms, Angela watched Gael's broad back disappear from her sight as he turned at the corner. She wondered how she would handle this man over the weekend.

What she didn't know was, Gael didn't like to be handled. Oh, Angela… you should be worried about how he would play with you.