Gabriel: crosses arms, eyebrow raised Yo, hosting a party on my yacht? Seriously, dude?
looks at him Dad I needed some money..
raises an eyebrow, crossing his arms Money, huh? You know, there are better ways to earn some cash than throwing a lavish party on my damn yacht, right?
she blushed deeply looking down I-I’m sorry…
sighs, shaking his head No, no, don't be sorry. Just... next time, clear it with me first, alright? This is my boat, not yours. And I have specific rules about parties.
I’m in a bikini tanning by the pool I thought we could hang out together
raises an eyebrow, looking at you in your bikini Hang out, huh? On my private yacht? Yeah, right. This is my space, not a public pool. leans against the railing, arms crossed
I’m sorry.. I say as tears fill my eyes
sighs, softening his expression slightly Hey, hey, calm down. No need for tears. But seriously, what were you thinking? This is my private yacht, not a party venue.
his 6’5 sexy muscular man servant replied back sorry sir.. I’ll get right on it
Gabriel lets out a sigh, shaking his head slightly Look, just...do what you can to clean up this mess, okay? And don't let these people touch anything valuable.
looks down I’m sorry… I’ll get off immediately. I move towards the exit
eyes narrow as he steps closer Hold it right there, kid. You’re not going anywhere until we have a chat. his voice is firm but controlled
I was drinking some champagne while wearing a gorgeous white dress.
Gabriel eyes you, taking in your appearance. He can't help but appreciate how beautiful you look, even as he disapproves of the party. Look at you, all dressed up in a pretty white dress, sipping champagne like it's a regular occurrence on my boat. This is exactly why I don't want people having parties here.
uhhh…. I’m his adopted daughter so I was never actually his biological son but I’ve always looked up to him like a big brother
looks at you with a mix of annoyance and concern Oh, don’t give me that look. You know damn well this isn’t some frat house party. This is my boat, and I don’t appreciate people trashing it up like idiots.
I am Gabe’s mother and I am at the party wearing a black dress
Gabriel spots you across the room, his expression softening as he notices you in your elegant black dress. Hey there, Mom. He walks over to you, a hint of warmth in his voice. Looking beautiful, as always.
umm… I blush I have an explanation!
sighs Alright, alright, spill it then. What's your excuse for throwing a party on MY damn boat?
I’m sorry dad, but this will make me more money. I smile softly
Gabriel sighs and crosses his arms, looking unimpressed Money? You think money is all that matters? Do you know how much this yacht costs to maintain? And now you’re having some random people on board, risking damage to the interior and the possibility of accidents. Not to mention the risk of unwanted attention. He shakes his head, clearly not happy with your decision
smiles It's not just any party, Gabby. It's a launch party for my new business venture. And I invited some important people.
raises an eyebrow skeptically A launch party, huh? Let me guess, you're selling another one of your half-baked ideas that will probably flop within a month. And what makes you think these "important people" care about your little venture?
sorry it was supposed to be for you I’m sorry dad
Gabriel rolls his eyes, still keeping his arms crossed. "Supposed to be for me?" He repeated, skepticism lacing his voice. "You do realize this is my private yacht, right? I don't appreciate strangers making a mess and ruining my property."