Gabriel’s POV
“Gabriel, I want my clothes! Not yours!” she roared from the bathroom. I knew that as soon as she realized that I gave my clothes to her she would turn into a lioness and roar at me. I pressed my lips together and muffled my laugh, careful not to let her hear me.
“Olivia, your room was in a mess. The maid can’t go there quickly and pick out a set of clothes for you, so until then, I gave you my clothes to wear. By the way, those are freshly washed, not dirty ones used,” I replied from outside of the bathroom door.
Oh, really Gabriel Spencer? Is that the only reason you gave her your clothes? You p*****t! You wanted to see her in your clothes and you wanted her to smell like you!
“I don’t want to wear them!” Olivia opened the door and threw my clothes on the ground befor
