Mrs Valentino ✅

Now you're shy?

The rest of the night I have the best time. Along with Ross I went crowd surfing and it was more fun than I thought.

The DJ might have a crush on me because he simply plays whatever song I ask him to. He's a little younger than me and nervous looking. He doesn't speak English either, so it's a little hard to understand what he's trying to tell me most of the time.

Earlier in the night both Tiffany and Marcus left together and it doesn't take a genius to figure out what happened.

I'm pretty sure Luna and Cameron did something in the bathroom as well. They both disappeared around the same time and came back looking disheveled.

"Fuck yeah ya cunts!" Ross shouts loudly while swinging his shirt in the air and diving in the crowd.

All I can do is put a hand over my mouth while standing next to the DJ who laughs beside me and shakes his head at Ross's impulsiveness.

Aaron has been staring daggers at the DJ the whole time I've standing next to him from upstairs. Huffing I make my way through the crowd and back upstairs.

Spotting Aaron by the railings I stand next to him and he turns to me. Giving him a smile and a nudge doesn't remedy his sour mood and I sigh.

"What's wrong?" I ask him and he frowns.

"Nothing." he simply states and faces forward again.

"Is it the DJ? he's really sweet you'll like him." I say and nudge him again.

He scoffs and I find his reaction strange. My eyes widen in realization and I bite my lip.

It's almost like he can feel my smugness from beside him because he looks at me and quickly faces forward again.

"Are you jealous of him?" I ask and his jaw clenches.

He doesn't answer and I chuckle, he keeps his head facing forward and doesn't say anything.

"So if I went up to him and asked him if I could spend the night it would be fine right?" I tease he looks even more serious.

"If you'd like... this is a marriage of convenience after all." he says and I fume at his answer.

"You fucking idiot." I say angrily and he turns to me with raised brows.

"Did you think I was just kissing you for fun?" I say with my arms crossed.

"Yes." he says nonchalantly and I purse my lips.

"I wasn't. Just communicate with me alright? " I say with my anger subsiding.

"Alright." he says and I nod.

"Do you want to have sex with me?" he says like he's telling me about the weather.

I choke on my own saliva and a cold shiver washes over my body at the straightforwardness of the question.

"W-what?!" I stutter and he just looks at me.

Lifting his elbows from the railing he walks towards me and I walk sideways, towards the semi circle lounger facing the railings.

He keeps walking towards me and I keep walking backwards until my legs knock the back of the couch.

Tilting his head, a faint smile dances on his lips before he leans down closer and I fall backwards onto the chair.

"I'm communicating... do you want to fuck me?" he whispers and I shiver runs down my spine at his tone of voice.

Normally I'd be the one initiating something like this between us and the confidence in the way he asks the question startles me. He usually seems very hesitant but that honestly might be my fault...