Chapter 295
Chapter 295:
“Gabriela, you obviously p>
“What exactly do you want me to do to fix this?” Gabriela asked, instantly regretting her words. Her attempt to redirect the conversation had only trapped her more thoroughly, and she wished desperately she could reclaim them.
Wesley’s quiet laughter acknowledged her obvious remorse. He murmured, “The massage you provided the other evening was exceptional. I’d like you to repeat it tonight p>
That was all? Relief flooded through Gabriela as she quickly agreed. “Certainly, no problem p>
Wesley settled against the headboard, his posture expectant. “Let’s begin p>
B𝖾 t𝘩𝖾 f𝘪𝘳𝗌t t𝘰 𝗿e𝖺𝖽 on
Gabriela remained frozen, her feet rooted to the floor. The headboard pressed against the wall, forcing her to climb onto the mattress to reach him properly. But this scenario—alone with him in the depths of night—felt dangerously inappropriate. Joining him on his bed crossed even more forbidden boundaries.
Wesley observed her internal struggle, and despite everything, tenderness softened his features.
Reluctant to burden her further, he released a quiet sigh. “Never mind, return to your room and rest p>
His tender tone sent bittersweet emotions coursing through Gabriela’s heart. The truth struck her with painful clarity—she genuinely cared for Wesley and treasured every moment in his presence. For one reckless instant, she nearly confessed everything: her pregnancy, her accidental night with Brenden, all of it.
She had maintained strict boundaries in all her relationships. Even during her time with Dustin, they had never shared intimacy. Her one-night stand with Brenden was a drunken mistake; she had stumbled into the wrong room. But the impulse dissolved as swiftly as it had formed, leaving her trembling with cold dread. Even if Wesley could accept her condition, Loretta never would. The older woman adored Brenden, and discovering that Gabriela was carrying his child while involved with Wesley would likely send her into apoplectic rage.
Wesley caught sight of Gabriela’s creased brow and tormented expression, his voice carrying gentle mockery. “What’s this? Reluctant to leave my side p>
Gabriela drew a steadying breath and lifted her chin to meet his penetrating stare. “Mr. Moss, I can provide the massage you requested. Two hundred per hour—do we have an agreement p>
Wesley’s smile vanished instantly, his previous warmth curdling into sharp irritation. “Agreed! I’ll purchase two full hours of your professional services p>
Relief flooded through Gabriela as anger hardened his features. She slipped off her shoes and climbed carefully onto the mattress. “Please lie down. If you find the treatment relaxing, you might even drift into sleep p>
Wesley, still seething with frustration, positioned himself on the bed and surrendered to her skilled ministrations. Perhaps her exceptional technique worked its magic, because within minutes, peaceful slumber claimed him.
Gabriela noticed moisture still clinging to his hair. Though men’s hair typically dried quickly, sleeping with dampness against his scalp could prove unhealthy.
She retrieved a fresh towel and began gently blotting the lingering wetness from his hair. Wesley’s exhaustion ran so deep that her careful movements failed to disturb his rest. His hair felt luxuriously thick beneath her fingers, and once dried, Gabriela couldn’t resist threading her hands through the silky strands. The lingering fragrance of his expensive shampoo filled her senses, lulling her toward drowsiness. She never remembered the moment sleep overtook her.
When consciousness returned, the unfamiliar surroundings sent panic racing through Gabriela’s system. She turned her head and discovered Wesley lying beside her, already alert and observing her with unreadable intensity. Shock nearly sent her tumbling from the mattress.
“Mr. Moss, I can explain p>
Wesley’s smile radiated warmth, though his words carried a sharper edge. “Gabriela, you’d better provide an excellent explanation for why you’re sharing my bed p>
Gabriela’s throat constricted as she prepared to respond, but urgent knocking sounded from beyond the door. “Wesley, have you awakened yet?” Loretta’s voice pierced through the wood like a blade.
Terror seized Gabriela’s entire frame as she turned pleading eyes toward Wesley, her whisper barely audible. “Please, you cannot let your grandmother discover me here p>