Gael's Naughty Angel: A Mafia Prince Romance

Chapter 508 – [Bonus Chapter] A Blow

Monday — March 25

"What can I give a man that says I'm sorry for slapping you, but I'm also not sorry for slapping you?" Gabriella asked Angela over the phone. The former called her while she was in the middle of rubbing body cream on her legs after getting out of the shower. They were now back in Gael's apartment in Manhattan where everything seemed to go back to "normal".

Without giving it a second thought, Angela grinned and blurted, "A blowjob."

There was sputtering and cursing on the other end of the line as if Gabriella was drinking something and spat it out because she was taken aback by her bold answer. Truth be told, there were several things that Angela could have probably suggested other than a sexual favor, but something told Angela that this was what the two needed to get all their frustrations released and just bang each other's brains out.

Trigger swore Gabby and Mariano had this weird energy between them that made him uncomfortable whenever the couple was around. And Angela didn't disagree. She was past the point of this certain Morelli hurting Gabby because if he intended to do so, he would have already done that the second he married her. All she heard from Gabriella was anything but that.

"Oh, my god. I'm serious, Anj! I think I really screwed it up. He hasn't been home for three days. It hasn't been the same since that night. I think I heard from one of his men that he might be coming back tonight… So I want to… I don't know…" She groaned. "I want to keep my pride, but I also want to stop not this…whatever this is."

"It's called a fight, Gabby. And couples fight. Your brother and I disagree on stuff and sometimes say things in the heat of the moment. But I'm telling you…" Angela glanced at the closed bathroom door where Gael was and lowered her voice. "Men—no matter how tough they look and act, they're pretty much pliable when it comes to their dick."

"No kidding."

"Yep. No kidding. Give him a blowjob and he'll forget about it. If you get on your knees, he'll feel like a King. And if you give him the best orgasm of his life with your mouth, then he'll worship you like you're his Queen. He's satisfied, you get to keep your 'pride', problem solved." Angela grinned and tried her best to stifle her laugh at the thought of Gabriella's scrunched-up face from hearing all these.

"That's so manipulative…" Gabby muttered under her breath.

'What can I say? I'm a writer,' Angela thought, tempted to say it out loud.

There were a few beats of silence between them as if Gabriella was giving it a thought while Angela went into the closet to grab a silky soft nightie.

"You're really serious about this?" Gabby whispered.

"I mean… You can just face him and say sorry. That's the simplest thing you can do, but hey. You said you don't want to do that."

"So that's…" Gabriella gulped. "That's what you do to my bro—okay I'm not going there. It's disgusting to be thinking about my brother getting head. Moving on… so… a blowjob…"

"Yup. A blowjob."

If Gabriella ended up giving Mariano one, he should be thanking Angela.

"Who are you talking to?" Gael stepped inside the closet, looking curious, a towel wrapped around his waist as he perused his drawers for some fresh loungewear. 

Angela was flustered at her fiancé's sudden entrance. He was really very sneaky.

Clearing her throat, Angela darted her gaze away and absent-mindedly touched Gael's hung shirts and suits. "Um… Ah… Nina. My best friend from Mayne, you know her."

"You realize this is Gabby, right?" Gabriella hesitated.

"Nina. Yep," Angela clarified. "The one and only." This made Gabby laugh.

Knitting his brows, he dropped the towel on the floor and kicked his legs through a pair of boxers. "And why are you girls talking about blowjobs? Is this for work?"

"Work?" Gabby chuckled in Angela's ear. "You talk about blowjobs for work? What kind of work does that? Come to think of it… I don't really know what you do for a living, Anj. I thought you had a foundation or something…"

Angela ignored Gabriella's question. Instead, she answered Gael while still keeping the phone pressed to her ear. "No…not for work. A real-life crisis. You see, Babe… Nina's seeing this guy and she misunderstood the poor man—a life and death situation. And she slapped him."

"Ouch." He rubbed his cheek as if he was the one slapped.

"I know right? Anyway… Now she realized the truth…that the guy didn't do anything bad. So now she feels guilty and wants to make it up to him—only she's too prideful to just say sorry."

"Anj, you make it sound like I'm an irrational bitch," Gabriella muttered.

"I see…" Gael mused, grabbing a white shirt from the stack and throwing it on him.

Angela ogled him as he dressed while she leaned against the wall and continued, "And she doesn't know what to give him to you know…sort the thing between them."

"A blowjob," said Gael, sounding so certain.

This time Angela chuckled. "That's what I'm saying!"

"Oh, my god. Is he for real?" Gabriella gasped, sounding like she couldn't believe her own brother.

Angela thought she should stop this before Gael did something he would regret later, but she couldn't help it. "She's asking if you're kidding."

A sexy smirk ghosted on his lips and Gael subconsciously squeezed his cock through his lounge pants. "Getting a blowjob? Fuck no."

He walked closer to her and placed his hands on her hips, gently squeezing them as he stared at her lips. Then without taking his eyes off Angela, he said, "Hey, Ninz, give him the sloppiest head and deep throat that bastard to show him how sorry you are. And most importantly, swallow. And when I say swallow, I mean his cum…and your pride. I guarantee you, he'll forgive you and you don't even have to say sorry."

Angela flushed red as she tried to stop herself from bursting out in laughter. She needed to stop this, now, before Gael finds out he just gave his sister blowjob advice.

Softly chuckling, she gently pulled away from him and headed into the bedroom.

"What the hell…" Gabriella muttered under her breath. "I'm both horrified and amazed. We better make sure he doesn't realize who you're talking to. Oh, shit. I have to go. Thanks for the chat, Anj. Although I still don't know what to do yet."

"You'll figure it out," Angela reassured her. "Let me know how it goes. I'm sure he'll come around."

As soon as the call ended, she set her new phone on the dresser. Warm hands lay on her shoulders, swiftly pushing her robe off her body. It pooled around her feet. And then Gael planted open-mouth kisses on the spot where her neck and shoulder connected.

God, she loved this man more than her life and they promised they wouldn't keep secrets from each other, but that phone call just now was one of those things that belonged to the "exception" box.

He pulled her against him, his erection grinding against the small of her back. "All this talk about blowjobs, baby… I'm starting to think you did that on purpose to rile me up. Aren't you going to take responsibility?"

Stepping out of the robe, Angela faced Gael, a challenge sparking on her face as she met his already glazed eyes. "First of all, you know very well that I don't need to do that just to get you hot, Mister."

His lips parted as he watched her lower before him—all naked and soft, hair still damp from the shower they just had. She knelt in front of him and he couldn't resist touching her cheek, brushing his thumb on her bottom lip.

She hooked her fingers under his waistband and yanked his pants and boxers down in one go, his cock springing out free, standing tall and proud, and nearly slapping her lips. "Second. Unlike her, I don't need a reason to do this for you. I do it because I want to." Her soft hand wrapped around the base and she kissed the head, making him groan, his cock twitching in her grip.

Gael's chest heaved in anticipation. She had given him plenty of head, but every time, he'd still be blown away. "You're so gorgeous." He caressed her hair gently.

"And lastly, it turns me on that I can make you lose control." And with that, Angela closed her mouth around his shaft, taking all of him until he hit the back of her throat.

"Fuuuuck." Gael's chest swelled with so many emotions, he could hardly contain it. And it was all because of this woman he loved so much. 

Angela might be kneeling for him right now, but Gael knew for certain that he was the one worshiping her—not the other way around.. And he wouldn't want it any other way.