Gael's Naughty Angel: A Mafia Prince Romance

Chapter 12 - Just Some Guy

Angela Su slammed the door to her suite shut. The heavy stomping of her feet thudded on the floor and then she let her back fall on the white soft bed.

"Ugh!" she groaned, frustrated at what just happened. She pushed herself up and whipped her head towards the tall glass window where the beachfront was supposed to be and she scoffed, "Who does he think he is?"

The expression on Gael's face from earlier flashed in her mind. He was looking at her from head to toe, judging her appearance while his eyes lingered on her breasts unabashedly. She got even more infuriated.

Getting up from the bed, she strolled to her bathroom, washed herself and the top that was stained with the punch. After that, she quickly threw on another comfortable white beach dress and brought the wet top out to the balcony where she hung it up to dry.

Her eyes slowly took a peek at the beachfront, wondering where the man who was causing her rage was at the moment but she didn't see Gael anywhere. The thought about him and the book in his hand made her anger dissipate but it was only replaced with anxiety.

She thought about it and it looked like Gael was close with President Daniel Cho, the owner of this SDC resort and also, her father and her brother's business partner. Her heart suddenly raced. She tucked her wet hair behind her ear and flicked it, crossing her arms in front of her as she thought about it further.

Realizing that Gael could tell President Cho about her book, and then the latter could tell her father about it… Her eyes widened. This. Absolutely. Can. Not. Happen.

"Shît," she cursed under her breath and just when she was about to leave the balcony, her cell phone rang. The assigned ringtone of "Sugar" by Karmin indicated that it was her best friend Nina who was calling.

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I can't think about anybody but you

Sugar, I can't think about anybody but you

~

"Oh, Nina! Thank God!" Angela exclaimed as soon as she pressed the green button.

"What's up?" There was a faint sound of the television in the background from Nina's end. She was watching a rerun of her favorite T.V. Series.

"I'm at Hillberry Isle with my brother!"

"Oooh… Have you met any boys yet?"

Angela rolled her eyes. Her best friend was dead set on having her meet some new guys. Because apparently, Angela was just lonely. "Ugh. I met an ass. Does that count?"

The sound of candy in Nina's mouth clashing with her teeth was so loud in the speakers. "Depends. Is he a hot ass? Rather… Is his ass hot?"

Angela thought for a bit, picturing Gael's gorgeous physique and manly features—with and without clothes on, and she blushed. She shook her head, trying to brush the dirty thoughts away and scowled. "Why does it matter if he is hot? He's an ass!"

"So he is hot… huh. Tell me about him—"

"Antonina!"

"Oh, my god, jeez! Calm down!" Nina sighed. "You really need to get laid. Your hormones are flying everywhere!"

"My hormones are fine! I don't need to get laid." Angela rolled her eyes. "What does me getting laid have to do with this?!"

"Because, Sweetie, you're so cranky. And my ear is suffering. Stop yelling!"

Angela huffed, closing her eyes to calm herself down. She was fine. Nothing was wrong with her. It's only been… It's only been… Damn it. How long has it been since she was last intimate with a man? She tried to scan her memory of noteworthy guys that she went on a date with the past year but none of them seemed to stand out. 'Has it really been too long?' she wondered.

"You became awfully quiet… or is that the sound of your dry cave? I can hear my echo–cho–cho." Nina laughed hysterically on the other line. She enjoyed teasing her best friend too much.

"I hate you." Angela clicked her tongue, leaning against the glass railing behind her. "It's just… I thought I was going to have fun this weekend. Now I think coming here was a mistake."

Sensing the weight in Angela's voice, Nina asked in a serious tone, "Who is this guy? And why are you so worked up?"

Angela bit her lip. She did not know how to answer her best friend because although she told Nina mostly everything, there were just a few things that she couldn't tell her. One of which was the truth about how she was able to write her first book. She didn't know why she kept it a secret from her. And there was no way that she would tell Nina now.

She probably would have to tell her someday but right now, she just couldn't. "Just some guy…" Angela muttered.

"Just some guy, huh?" A man's familiar voice sounded from behind her. His voice was low and rough, causing the hair on her nape to stand.

Angela's eyes went so wide and her mouth hung open, unable to move from where she was standing.

"Oh, my god! Is that him?! His voice is so hot—" Nina's voice was cut off when Angela ended the call.

Angela was so mortified that it took her a lot of guts to turn around to face the man whom she was just talking about with her best friend. As soon as she turned around, she saw Gael leaning against the wall.

The balconies in their suite were somewhat connected with a partition wall and a glass railing. Angela was standing on her side of the balcony while Gael was on his side. And just now, she was leaning against the glass railing that separated their balconies. What kind of coincidence was this?

Her eyes did a quick scan on him. He was wearing the same outfit earlier – a white dress shirt that's unbuttoned all the way, showcasing his hard buns, and beach shorts. Meanwhile, she was wearing a white beach dress. They were matching outfits.

"You have got to be kidding me. What the hell are you doing there?" she snapped, horrified at the realization that she was talking about him and he may have overheard her conversation on the phone.

"This is my suite." Gael shrugged, taking a swig of his bottle of beer like he didn't have a care in the world.

His suite? They were neighbors?!

"You're following me, aren't you?!" she accused.

Gael threw her a dirty look. He couldn't believe the nerve of the woman who had done nothing but accuse him since earlier.

"You like asking that question a lot, do you? Don't flatter yourself, Angela. Just so you know, I arrived here first early this morning. I should be the one saying that you're following me, shouldn't I?"

He watched as she was taken aback by the same accusation. He loved seeing the little reactions in her expression that's changing from one thing to another. He wondered what she was thinking at the moment.

Pushing himself off the wall, he strolled towards the partition and leaned forward, resting his arms on the railing as he teased, "Tell me, Angela… Did you plan all of these? Was this your… fantasy to see me and make it look like everything is a coincidence? You are enjoying this so much, aren't you, Angela?"

She knitted her brows as she listened to his ridiculous questions. A mocking laugh escaped from her lips in a scoff. She could not believe he thought so highly of himself.

"You're unbelievable…" was all she could manage to utter.