My Man (18+) ✔️

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The following day, Vincent woke up feeling on top of the world. He strutted around the hotel room, flexing his muscles in the mirror and admiring his own reflection. Inessa, on the other hand, was feeling less than impressed. She watched as Vincent preened and strutted, his ego bloating by the minute.

"Inessa, my dear, do you see these biceps? They're all-natural," Vincent boasted.

Inessa rolled her eyes. "Vincent, please, cut the ego. It's not cute."

Vincent chuckled, thinking Inessa was just playing hard to get. "Oh, come on, baby, you know you love it when I talk like this."

"No, I really don't," Inessa snapped back. "You're being insufferable."

Vincent's grin faltered for a moment, but he quickly brushed it off. "Aw, don't be like that, Inessa. You know you can't resist my charm."

Inessa was not amused. She gave him the cold shoulder and ignored him, scrolling through her phone with a scowl on her face. Vincent tried to engage her in conversation, but she was having none of it.

"Inessa Alexandrovna Valentino, if you don't talk to me right the fuck now, I'm sending your ass back to America," Vincent threatened, his tone playful but firm.

Inessa glared at him. "You wouldn't dare."

Vincent raised an eyebrow. "Try me."

They continued to argue, but Vincent's words were like water off a duck's back to Inessa. She wasn't going to be won over by his cockiness. Vincent, however, wasn't going to give up that easily. He pulled her in for a kiss, hoping to shut her up and win her over.

"I hate you," Inessa said, hiding her blush and smile.

Vincent grinned. "I know you love me, my Vida."

Inessa shook her head, but she couldn't help but laugh at his persistence. They continued to bicker playfully, their argument turning into a game of teasing and flirtation. Vincent's ego may have been big, but his love for Inessa was even bigger.

Inessa grinned mischievously. "Well, you know what's bigger than your ego?" she asked, her voice laced with playful challenge.

Curiosity piqued, Vincent leaned in, genuinely interested. "What?"

Inessa's smile widened. "Your dick," she replied, a twinkle of amusement in her eyes. "So if you don't cut the ego, I'll just have to chop it off."

Vincent's boastful demeanor evaporated instantly, replaced by a stunned silence. Inessa burst into laughter at his reaction, finding immense satisfaction in having caught him off guard.

"You're just joking around, right?" Vincent finally managed to say, a hint of apprehension in his voice.

Inessa continued to laugh, her laughter infectious. "Of course, I am," she reassured him, playfully nudging him. "But seriously, Vincent, you know I love you, but sometimes your ego can be a bit much."

Vincent rolled his eyes, a mock expression of annoyance on his face. "Well, aren't you lucky to have such a magnificent ego in your life?"

Inessa stuck her tongue out at him, a playful gesture of defiance. "You bet I am."

With a shared laugh, they leaned in and shared a tender kiss, their lips lingering together in a sweet moment of affection. Inessa gently cupped Vincent's face, her eyes filled with warmth.

"I love you," she whispered, her voice filled with sincerity. "But I don't love your ego."

Vincent's eyes softened, his heart swelling with adoration for the woman before him. He held her hand in his, pressing it against his chest. "I know, my love," he replied, his voice filled with tenderness. "And I promise, I'll do my best to keep that ego in check."

-

In the evening, as the sun began to set, Inessa and Vincent found themselves lounging on a comfortable sofa in their hotel suite. Their playful banter continued, and this time, they took delight in teasing each other about their full names.

"Inessa Alexandrovna Valentino, it has such a nice ring to it," Vincent remarked, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Inessa laughed, her fingers tracing circles on Vincent's chest. "And what about Vincent Alessandro Valentino? It sounds so suave and sophisticated."

Vincent leaned in closer, his voice laced with playful seduction. "Well, my love, with a name like that, it's no wonder I'm so irresistible."

Inessa playfully nudged him. "Oh, please. You're not the only one with a name that exudes charm."

Vincent raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued. "Oh? Do tell, my beautiful Inessa Alexandrovna Valentino. How does your name make you irresistible?"

Inessa leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear. "Because with a name like Inessa Alexandrovna Valentino, I embody elegance, intelligence, and a touch of mystery," she whispered, her voice laced with teasing allure.

Vincent chuckled, his fingers gently tracing patterns on her thigh. "Well, my dearest Vincent Alessandro Valentino," he said, emphasizing his own name, "I embody strength, passion, and the ability to sweep you off your feet."

Their playful teasing continued, each one finding joy in the lighthearted banter. They reveled in the shared laughter and the affectionate sparks that flew between them. Inessa found herself sitting on Vincent's lap, her fingers twirling in his hair as she peppered his face with gentle kisses.

"I love you, Vincent," she whispered between kisses, her voice filled with adoration.

Vincent's eyes softened, his hands sliding up her back. "And I love you, Inessa," he replied, his voice laced with sincerity. "You bring so much joy into my life."

Their lips met in a sweet, passionate kiss, sealing their love and devotion to each other. Inessa couldn't help but notice the growing desire in Vincent, evidenced by the hardness pressing against her. His whispered confession in her ear only heightened her own desire.

With a mischievous smile, Inessa whispered back, "Well, my dear Vincent Alessandro Valentino, it seems you're in need of some assistance."

Vincent's eyes darkened with desire, and at that moment, they surrendered to the passionate longing that consumed them. The evening took a heated turn as they explored each other's desires, their love, and intimacy intertwined in a dance that left them breathless and fulfilled.

-

Inessa woke up in the middle of the night feeling a sudden ache in her heart. She missed her son Matteo terribly, and the feeling seemed to consume her whole being. She reached for her phone and started scrolling through the pictures of him, smiling at the memories captured in each one. But as she continued to swipe through the photos, a tear rolled down her cheek, and another followed soon after.

Vincent woke up to Inessa's silent tears and pulled her into his arms. "What's wrong, my love?" he asked, kissing her forehead.

"I just miss him," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion.

"I know, I know," he replied, rubbing her back soothingly. "But you'll be seeing him soon, I promise."

Inessa nodded against his chest, feeling comforted by his embrace. "I love you," she mumbled before drifting back to sleep.

Vincent held her close, feeling grateful for the opportunity to love and care for Inessa and her son Matteo. As they both fell back into a peaceful slumber, he made a silent promise to himself to do everything in his power to make them both happy and keep them safe.