Chapter 17 Giselle Tells Him Off
“Fabian, you should take him out for a meal. He’s been through a lot dealing with the mess between you and Giselle. You guys were fine. Why divorce?”
Fabian didn’t utter a word.
“Actually, you don’t really want to divorce her, do you? Giselle is stunning. Any guy would be crazy for her.” e
“Are you into her too?” Fabian snapped, getting annoyed.
He wondered if his friends were coveting Giselle.
“Look at you. You are all tense at the mention of Giselle. You sounded weird. Who would even try to steal your woman? I know the bro–code: hands off a friend’s wife.”
Words failed Fabian.
“Forget it. It’s your business. I won’t push. Figure it out yourself.”
Fabian was wasted that night. When he got home and Giselle wasn’t there, he insisted on finding her. The driver had no choice but to send. him there.
By the time they reached where Giselle’s parents lived, Fabian had fallen asleep.
“Mr. Mercado, it’s midnight. Mrs. Mercado is probably asleep. Let’s just go home,” the driver suggested.
Fabian woke up, rubbing his temples. “No, I need to settle a score with Giselle. She’s something else. She even seduced my friends!”
“Shall I call her and ask her to come down?” asked the driver.
Giselle was under the weather and had just fallen asleep when the phone rang. She was furious. Seeing it was Fabian’s driver, she got even angrier.
“What’s up?” she asked in a huff.
“Mrs. Mercado, Mr. Mercado is drunk and downstairs at your place. Can you come down and pick him up?” asked the driver.
“Ile’s drunk? Send him to Tatiana!” snapped Giselle. “We’re getting a divorce anyway. Why come to me?” she thought to herself.
The driver hesitated, “But Mr. Mercado insists on seeing you…”
Giselle didn’t give in. “I went to bed, Call Tatiana and have her pick him up!” She thought, “What does Fabian want from me? I’m not his sex toy.”
Fabian lay there, half–asleep. It was night, and the voice on the phone was soft but clear.
“Giselle, you’re shouting at me!” Fabian grabbed the phone and felt an urge to teach her a lesson.
“Get lost!” Giselle hung up without hesitation.
Giselle was usually so gentle. Today, she actually stood up to Fabian.
“She told me to get lost?” Fabian was stunned. Maybe because he was wasted, he dropped his usual tough act and felt hurt.
“Mr. Mercado, Mrs. Mercado is just speaking out of anger. Don’t take it personally. She went to bed. Let’s go home.” said the driver.
Fabian said angrily. “Go home, and I never want to see her again!”
The maid greeted, “Mr. Mercado, why did you drink so much? Since Mrs. Mercado isn’t home, no one will make that hangover soup for
you.”
“Don’t mention her!” Fabian was pissed off.
The maid didn’t say anything more and helped him upstairs.
“I’m not sleeping in Giselle’s room!” The drunk Fabian pouted.
The maid didn’t know what to do. “Mr. Mercado, this is your room too. Where else do you want to sleep?”
Fabian remained silent.
The master bedroom was filled with Giselle’s presence. He couldn’t fall asleep.
“Fabian, you just got back? Why don’t you sleep in my previous room?” Tatiana walked over with a smile.
“Tatiana, what are you doing here?” Fabian frowned. If Giselle found out he was with another woman at night, she would probably flip.
When Tatiana first came to, she needed someone to take care of her. Her parents were abroad, so he had no choice but to bring her home. He was afraid Giselle would be unhappy if she saw Tatiana, so he made Tatiana move out once her parents came back.
