Reign Santos-Valentino will soon be 21, which means much responsibilities, becoming head of his family's business. His very nonchalant and bad boy character attracts a lot of the girls but he is too much of a player to keep a girl. But as it's his t...
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I have been thinking long and hard about what my mother said. She could be right but I promised Elle, we have nothing to do with each other anymore.
She is too innocent and honestly I am the wrong guy to fuck that up for her. She was a quick learner, yes but I can tell that she wanted something more.
She didn't come off as the hookup type and I knew that. I didn't want to change that for her and I knew one day I will regret if I fuck her up because of my selfishness.
I'm not saying I want to pursue her but kissing her that day made me feel something different. I don't know how to describe it but... fuck it was a good feeling.
Knowing I was the first man to have her in that way gave me meaning more than any other woman I have fucked for meaningless reasons.
Then that dress, it complimented her more than she knows. I know she spends her everyday life wearing her work clothes and sweaters, but she doesn't even know how amazing her physique is.
But seeing her in that way, it showed me that she enjoyed it. That she enjoyed being a part of something that didn't require her to work too hard or be stressed.
I saw another side of her that I didn't see in those fucking awkward encounters we have had.
It was different.
Growing up, my father would tell me stories of how when my mother was forced to stay with him, he did spoil her at times just to get her to like him or even enjoy his company.
My mother's beauty attracted my father but so did her feistiness. I guess I can say the same about Elle but also her strength and her determination.
Her aura does remind me of my mother which is fucking weird, but I guess us Valentino men can't help themselves with feisty women.
As I sit at my new desk, I question how the fuck I will be able to persuade Elle to try with me for a few weeks just to play this role for Spain until I find a solution.
That means it will change my life and especially hers.
My door burst open and in walks my parents. Great.
I look at them and they are all over each other. I try not to throw up and they look happy.
"We are heading to Barcelona for a few weeks, just so you can get comfortable as our new head. Also, we need a break from here. We would take Rosaura but she has school, so it is your responsibility to check in on her. Got it?" My father informs.
I nod. "Of course."
My mother smiles. "We also think, you should either move out to somewhere close to home or we move out".
I shake my head. "That's nonsense, Madrid has always been your home. This is the Valentino mansion, my birth home, Rosaura's birth home".
They nod. "Yes, but we can't stay on top of you. This is your responsibility. Also, space for you to start your own... family one day".
