Gabriel's POV

After dinner, we decided to take a stroll nearby, but as we turned the street, we saw a club. Camille instantly wanted to go dancing and did so much gushing and flirting that irritated the hell out of me, so I decided to just give in. Why do girls think we like that anyway?

As we entered, the loud music greeted us, making my head instantly hurt. I haven't been in a club in a while. At least not after the girls were born. I felt really old being here. This is just not for me anymore.

Camille dragged me to the dance floor. She drank quite a lot of wine at dinner, and she was acting a bit wild. Her hands were all over me, and she kept whispering stuff in my ear. I wasn't feeling the least bit excited, hearing her talk dirty to me.

My eyes wondered around the dance floor, resting on a pretty little figure, not too far away. I don't know why, but I couldn't tear my eyes away from her.

She was dancing with some blond haired guy, and he had his arms wrapped tightly against her, and I felt this weird feeling inside me, not liking their closeness one bit. What's wrong with me seriously??

The girl was wearing a backless top and her creamy smooth back and narrow waist joined by her round bottom, which was in a tight white skirt, woke up something inside me that Camille, who had been trying the whole, night couldn't do.

What the hell! Who was this girl, and why is she having so much power over me, even before I'm able to see her face.

And then I got my answer, as they turned slightly and I caught a glimpse of the side of her beautiful face. Rage built inside of me, and I shook from the shear force of it. I watched the bastard dip his head down, placing his lips on her bare shoulder.

I had long since stopped dancing and stood there, glued to the spot. And as I saw his hand slowly creeping down to her butt, I saw red.

I burst through the crowd, almost throwing people away, trying to reach her on time. But I was too late.

I watched him as I raced through the crowd. I saw him cover her bum with his hand and squeeze it.

I growled in anger, reaching them. I grabbed her arm and tore her away from him, pulling her towards me, shouting, "Don't touch her!"

But what happened broke my heart in pieces. Nothing could hurt me more than seeing her reaction when she saw me.

She flinched away from me.

It felt like someone punched me in the gut. I couldn't breathe.

"Nicola?" I whispered, unable to believe that she could react to me that way.

Until I saw the look in her eyes..it was of raw pain. I hadn't seen her this sad in a long, long time. And that was the day I broke her heart six years ago, rejecting her for her sister...

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Nicola's POV

It's the man who rejected me.

That's what my brain kept repeating over and over again as I looked into Gabriel's eyes.

My brain had stopped functioning properly, and my heart kept beating so loudly. I was sure that if the music wasn't this loud, everyone would hear it.

I was too much in shock seeing him here. I didn't want to see him. Not right now, not when my walls were down and I was feeling so vulnerable.

"Nicola," He said again, taking a step towards me. But I couldn't help it. I cowered back.

"Please don't." I heard him say as his eyes begged. I just kept looking at him. My eyes wide.

I couldn't take it anymore, I thought as my breathing became uneven. My heart was beating too fast, and my head felt like someone was banging on it. I couldn't control my own body.

I needed to get out of here, I thought as I turned and ran. I heard Gabriel shouting my name, but I didn't dare look back. I just needed to get away from the crowd and noise and Gabriel!

I found the door and burst out of it, stopping to catch my breath. But I can't stand here...or run because I knew Gabriel was coming. I needed to hide. I couldn't face him when I was feeling this vulnerable.

The place was dark and deserted. It would be easy to hide here somewhere. I ran on the street until I found a good hiding spot. A small hidden pathway. I hid myself just as I heard footsteps running.

"Nicola!" I heard Gabriel shout.

I flattened myself on the wall, trying to become as invisible as possible. My chest was hurting, so I grabbed onto it, closed my eyes and took deep breaths, trying to calm my heart.

I felt tears coming out from the corner of my eyes. What was happening to me? I didn't want to be here. I want to go home. Away from everyone. I can't stay here any longer. I can't bear to see Gabriel. It hurt too much, I kept thinking, as tears fell down.

I shrieked in fright as I felt somebody suddenly come in front of me. I blinked, trying to clear my vision, to see who it was.

Seeing that it was Gabriel didn't bring me any relief. I tried getting away, but he grabbed me, holding onto me. I kept struggling while he kept begging me to stop.

But I couldn't stop. I don't want to stop. I dont want to be near him, and I don't want to be touched by him. It just hurts too much.

"Please, please, baby, calm down. Please don't do this. Don't run from me, please," he kept whispering.

"I will never hurt you." But you did, I thought, as I struggled harder. Again and again.

"Then stop!" I said losing my strength, being unable to get away from him. "Just stop! Let me go. You don't want me, so just let me go!" I cried as I lost my strength and just let go, falling in a puddle towards the ground. But before I hit the ground, Gabriel bent down, scooping me up.

"No," I protested weekly, with my final strength.

"Shh. I promise I won't stop you if you want to leave, but don't leave like this. Don't run away. Hear me out first. Please." He whispered as he gently carried me and started walking.

I kept my hands clasped together, holding them to my chest as my head rested on his shoulders.

After some time, I heard the sound of the car unlocking and felt Gabriel open the door and put me down on the passenger seat. I curled up in a ball, trying to make myself as small as possible.

He got in the passenger seat and started the ignition, but instead of driving, he leaned towards me. Realizing that he was trying to put my seatbelt, I quickly grabbed it and put it on before he could get close.

I heard him sigh and lean back in his seat, but I refused to look at him, remaining in my curled up position as close to the door as possible.

"Shit!" He suddenly exclaimed, making me look up, I couldn't make myself look at his face, though. "Did you come here with Sophie?" He asked, and I nodded hesitantly.

He took his phone and dialed. After some time, he started speaking as someone picked up on the other side.
"Sophie, where are you?"

"Have you been drinking? Can you drive?"
"I need you to do something for me. Im taking Nicola home. Camille is in there. Could you take her back?"
"Ok. Thank you. I owe you." And then he hung up.

He put the phone on his lap and started driving. Neither one of us spoke. I felt him glancing my way occasionally, but I kept my face turned away from him. I felt exhausted after the emotional roller coaster that I had been through the whole day. I lay my head on the window seal and rested my tired eyes. After some time, the gentle sound of the air-conditioning lulled me to sleep...

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