The Encrypted Line to the White House: A Scorned Heiress's Annihilation - Chapter 92: Chapter 92

He gently guided Gabriella towards the bathroom, his hand lingering at the small of her back. "Be a good girl, darling. Go freshen up first."
After washing up, Gabriella took her seat at the dining table, catching Asher's admiring glance as she tucked her hair behind her ear.
Asher had prepared a proper Sunday breakfast spread.
Perfectly scrambled eggs with grilled tomatoes, crispy bacon, sautéed mushrooms, and homemade leek and potato soup—all Gabriella's favourite comfort foods.
Gabriella hadn't eaten breakfast, and her stomach was growling audibly.
After washing her face, she felt fully awake, the memory of last night's intimacy making her cheeks warm briefly.
She picked up her cutlery and tucked in enthusiastically.
Asher sat across from her, the corner of his eyes crinkling with amusement, his gaze lingering on her lips as she ate, filled with undisguised adoration.
"Is it to your liking?" he asked softly, his deep voice still slightly husky from sleep.
"Mmm!" Gabriella nodded, taking another bite. "Nobody cooks quite like you, Asher. It's absolutely perfect."
"You should eat too," Gabriella said, her eyes curved into crescents. "Can't have you wasting away, can we?"
"Gabby," Asher's voice carried a hint of mischief, his eyes darkening slightly.
"Yes? What is it?" The young woman looked up at him, fork halfway to her mouth.
Asher smiled, his heated gaze holding hers captive. "I've already been thoroughly satisfied by you last night. Now it's my turn to nourish you."
"Pfft—" Gabriella choked on her soup and began coughing, her cheeks flooding with colour.
"You..." Her face turned crimson, and she gently bit her lip, utterly mortified yet secretly pleased by his forwardness. "I can't believe you just said that!"
Asher smiled with tender affection, reaching across to brush a strand of hair from her face. "All right, love. I'll behave. For now."
At Grace's private residence.
"Miss Bennett, Vanessa has been taken by Mr. Blackwood's men," a man in a black security uniform reported respectfully to Grace, his head bowed.
"Why didn't those useless idiots eliminate her?" Grace's eyes flashed with vicious intent as she snarled. "Bloody fools!"
"Yes, miss," the bodyguard responded mechanically, like an emotionless robot.
Grace suddenly turned to glare at the bodyguard. "You're utterly useless as well! Complete imbecile!"
"Yes, miss."
Grace: "..."
"Get out!" She grabbed a teacup from beside her and hurled it at the man.
"Yes, miss." The bodyguard acknowledged before leaving.
After the bodyguard departed, Grace fixed her cold gaze on the broken teacup fragments on the floor and took out her mobile to send a text.
[Vanessa has been found by Asher. What should we do next?]
The reply came quickly: [I'll send someone to silence her.]
[What do you need me to do?]
[Nothing. Don't worry, they won't trace it back to you.]
After the meal, Gabriella blushed as she tried to usher Asher out, though part of her was reluctant to see him go.
She pushed at his chest, feeling the solid warmth beneath her palms. "All right then, Asher, you really should go now. I've arranged to go shopping with Victoria and Charlotte this afternoon, so I haven't time for your distractions."
The man gave her a deliberately forlorn look, standing firmly in place, his hands settling on her waist. "Tired of me already, darling? After all we shared last night?"
Standing nearly six-foot-three, he was immovable against her pushing, and they both knew she wasn't trying particularly hard.
The girl pouted, unconsciously adopting a coquettish manner that she knew drove him wild. "Don't be silly, it's not that at all. How could I ever tire of you? I arranged this with them yesterday. It's a girls' outing—it wouldn't be proper for you to tag along, would it?"
Asher raised an eyebrow slightly, pulling her closer until their bodies were flush against each other. "Why not? I could carry your shopping bags." His lips brushed against her ear as he whispered, "You girls certainly plan to buy loads of things, don't you? Your delicate frame could hardly manage it all."
Gabriella shivered slightly at his warm breath on her ear, but managed to stamp her foot lightly. "Oh, just go, will you? I need to do my makeup, and I haven't time for your... temptations now."
Asher's eyes darkened with desire. "I could help you with your makeup."
Gabriella laughed softly, her hands unconsciously smoothing over his chest. "As if you'd have the faintest idea how. Though I suspect your idea of 'helping' involves considerably less makeup and considerably more distraction."
"Come now, I'll see you this evening, all right?" Gabriella softened her voice, looking up at him through her lashes. "I promise I'll make it worth your while."
"Is that a promise?" His voice dropped an octave, making her stomach flutter.
Gabriella nodded, biting her lower lip in a way she knew he found irresistible. "Absolutely. Have I ever let you down?"
Asher relented, but not before stealing a lingering kiss that left her breathless. "Very well, then. Call me when you've finished shopping, and I'll come collect you."
"I will," she murmured, her lips still tingling from his kiss.
Inside Charlotte's private residence.
Waves of laughter filled the room.
Half an hour earlier, the three friends had somehow started discussing the night Gabriella had gotten drunk and behaved rather scandalously, and the conversation had spiraled from there.
"Oh my God, Gabriella!" Victoria was practically howling with laughter. "Don't be embarrassed. We're all friends here. Tell us, does Asher really have... performance issues?"
Victoria was clutching her stomach, laughing so hard tears formed in her eyes. "Charlotte, you should have heard it! Sebastian told me that Gabriella got absolutely plastered and announced to everyone at the bar that Asher had bedroom problems. I nearly died laughing. Gabriella, you absolute legend!"
Victoria took out her phone, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Sebastian even sent me a video clip. Look at this."
She opened the video and held it up for Charlotte to see. "Last night Asher went to the bar to collect Gabriella, and she was all over him, wouldn't let go. She even demanded kisses in public!"
Victoria wore a teasing expression. "Who would have thought our proper barrister friend was such a minx when drunk? We've been friends for years, and I've never seen this delightful side of you!"
In the video, Gabriella looked thoroughly intoxicated, clinging to Asher, her voice unnaturally sultry, making her current self want to crawl under the nearest rock.
"Darling, I want a kiss..."
"Kiss me, won't you..."
Gabriella was now so embarrassed she could feel her toes curling inside her shoes.
"Aaaaahhh!!!" Gabriella's face turned an alarming shade of crimson. She let out a mortified wail, "This is absolutely humiGabbyting! Complete and utter mortification! Delete that video immediately!!!"
She lunged for the phone.
Victoria was too quick, dodging her with a laugh. "Not a chance! Why would I delete such a treasure? It's utterly adorable, isn't it, Charlotte?"
Charlotte sat on the sofa, her eyes curved with amusement, the picture of a demure, well-mannered lady. "Indeed it is, Gabriella. I don't consider it embarrassing at all. It's rather sweet, actually. I've never seen you being so... affectionate before."
"You're both absolutely horrid." Gabriella was dying of embarrassment. She stamped her foot lightly. "Delete it immediately!"
Victoria held her phone away, dancing out of Gabriella's reach, her expression suggesting she'd discovered buried treasure. "My word, just look at Asher's face! He's absolutely besotted, isn't he? The desire in his eyes is unmistakable, good lord!"
"Who would have thought a man as typically stoic as Asher could be so thoroughly undone by a few words from you. Gabriella, you're quite the temptress!" Victoria grinned wickedly. "So tell me, does Asher really have... performance problems?"
Gabriella's blush spread to the tips of her ears, and she instinctively defended her man: "Don't be ridiculous! Absolutely not!"
"Oh~" Victoria dragged out the syllable, smiling knowingly at Gabriella. "So he's rather skilled, then? Gabriella, darling, be honest with your dearest friends—have you two actually... you know?"
Charlotte looked intrigued, leaning forward slightly. "Gabriella, have you...?"
Gabriella's face grew even redder. "Victoria, you're absolutely impossible! Why must you pry into such things?"
Victoria grinned, exchanging a meaningful glance with Charlotte.
Charlotte returned the look.
The two shared a knowing smile that made Gabriella squirm.
Victoria set down her phone and moved closer to Gabriella, tilting her head with exaggerated interest. "So you really did it? Oh, you simply must tell us about it. How was your first experience? All the delicious details, please!"
Charlotte remained silent, but her expression revealed she was equally curious, her eyes bright with anticipation.
Gabriella was nearly in tears with embarrassment. "There's nothing to tell, honestly..."
"Is that an admission? Bloody hell!" Victoria dramatically slapped her thigh, her expression exaggerated, mouth wide open in mock shock. "That was remarkably fast progress!"
Charlotte smiled amiably. "It's not really that surprising, is it? They've known each other forever, and Gabriella's been back for quite some time now."
Before Gabriella could respond, Victoria quickly asked: "Was it that night when you were pissed? A passionate case of spirits leading to other... spirits?"
Then she immediately slapped herself lightly on the cheek. "Listen to me, how dreadfully crude! It wasn't just drunken tomfoolery—it was more like 'liquid courage' or 'wine revealing what the heart truly desires'!"
Gabriella, her face still crimson, replied softly: "No... it happened during our trip to Annecy a few days ago..."
"Wow!" Victoria's eyes sparkled with delight. "So you were completely sober when it happened? Fully conscious decision, was it?"
The word "happened" seemed particularly loaded.
Gabriella hesitated awkwardly before nodding, unable to meet their eager gazes.
"Well done, darling!" Victoria's smile was positively wicked. "Tell us everything. What was it like? Was he gentle? Passionate? Both?"
Gabriella hemmed and hawed, unable to form a coherent response, mortified yet secretly pleased to have such experiences to discuss.
Just then, her phone rang.
Gabriella felt immensely relieved at the interruption.
She sighed with relief and took out her phone. "I need to take this call."