We Can't Do It Here

***Gael's POV***

That instant, my blood ran cold to the point I couldn't even gold my spoon properly. Fuck! Not in front of Tracy.

“Gael, what's wrong with you? You're trembling.”

I slowly took my gaze back to Tracy, who had no idea what I had just gotten myself into. Instantly, beads of sweat formed on my head as well, making it even harder for me.

“I'm okay,” I slowly dropped the spoon on the edge of my plate. With an angry Turstin outside, I'll be dead to spend even a minute on the table.

“Tracy, I'll be going to the restroom, so enjoy your meal,” I said as I quickly stood up from the chair which I was sitting on.

“Alright, but don't take too long.”

“Sure, I wouldn't take that long.”

I said the words with a smile on my face, even when I knew it might take much longer than expected. At first, I had wanted to go out to Turstin, but then I suddenly felt the need to ease myself. Unfortunately, this was all because of Turstin.

My goodness! Did he have to look at me that way? Befor