Cheated (Mr. Control Freak)

XVII. YOU LOOK LIKE A SLUT

ALEC'S POV

"Well, here's my house in Spain." Valentina told me, coming up on a two story home.

I assumed we'd be staying at her parents', but I'm not complaining, this is much better in my opinion.

"Do you have any food in your fridge?" I asked, finding my way to the kitchen.

"I don't know, my mom might've stocked up."

I found some pasta in the fridge that still looked good so I put it in the microwave and went to go find Valentina.

Finally I found her sprawled on the couch in a weird position, humming softly with her eyes closed.

She looked absolutely stunning as always; I guess she felt me staring when she opened her eyes and we made eye contact.

"Find food?"

"Yeah, it's in the microwave."

She opened her mouth to talk, but she was cut off by her phone ringing. Valentina pulled out of her back pocket and picked it up.

"Hello?" She spoke into the receiver. She listened in on the other side for a moment before a cheesy smile lit up her face.

I wonder who was making her smile like that, I hope it's not a guy.

"Who is it?" I asked her, I heard the beep of the microwave go off.

"It's Jake, from state farm." She answered.

I shook my head and returned to the kitchen to get my food.

She walked in shortly after and grabbed my utensil out of my grasp and took a fork-full of food.

"Mmmmm, that's good." She said going in for another scoop.

"I wouldn't know, you're eating all of it."

My food and my food only.

She giggled and spoke with a mouthful of food, "Sorry."

She wasn't close to being sorry with that smile on her face, but I couldn't be mad. I tried.

She yawned settling down next to me.

"I'm tired." She told me, propping up her head with her hands.

"Then go sleep."

I finished up pretty quickly and set my dish in the sink.

"Can you carry me?"

"No."

"Please?" She pouted.

"Fine." I sighed.

I picked her up bridal style and she's heavier than I anticipated.

"Holy shit, how much do you weigh?" I complained.

"You know if my self esteem wasn't so high, that might've hurt. Now stop whining and put those muscles to use."

One of the things I like about her is that I don't have to constantly watch what I say or word it very carefully. Also, she isn't bitchy like the other girls I've been with.

She directed me to the room, and it was a little hard to concentrate with her that close to me.

"Thanks." She said as I set her down.

I felt like I could finally breathe. She doesn't look like she's heavy but she is.

"Do I get a kiss?"

She scoffed, "for what? Complaining about my weight the whole time?"

I couldn't tell if she was serious or not but, I was going to stay on the safe side and assume she was.