I've recovered from the embarrassment of Valentino reading the notebook and am back to my usual self. Of course.
But there's a question flooding my mind that someone asked me in a club absolutely ages ago.
Whats the sluttiest thing, a man can truly wear?
Now, when I see Valentino in a suit...
Now when I see Valentino...
Oh god.
This HAS to stop.
I've seen the lives her mercilessly took. The lives he stole.
Someone's son, someone's dad, someone's brother, someone's daughter, mom and sister.
This man practically stole me, forced me to stay, took my phone AND education.
But he's so....
I should speak to him.
wait... hold up.
How old is he?
I knock on his office door.
"I swear to god, if this is the same guy with the same body part missing showing me the sales report of a runners sales I will go fucking ballistic. " he says, strangely calm.
I sniggered. Until I hear a sigh at the other end of the door.
Is he sad to see me?
"Come in, birdie."
I smile open the door - theres an essence of something in the air... I cant quite put my hands on it.
"How old are you?" I ask. No time wasting here.
"I'm 21." He replies .
"When is your birthday?"
"I dont need one. "
"When were you born?"
"June 3rd." I smile at his actual response.
"We should call our kid June." I look at him this time.
"I was thinking more Valentine." He smirks.
He stands up and pulls me towards him - instantly, I jolt back at the shock.
My back hits the coat rack.
"Ow!" I hiss.
Valentino laughed at my pain.
"Dont laugh!" I hit his back playfully but he frowns and pushes me against the wall, looking down on me.
I sneak under his arm and run around his office, like tag or cat and mouse.
We're both laughing as we run through the house halls.
He catches me and spins me around to face him then pecking my lips.
"I win" He smiles.
"Not yet!" I smirk before running off once again, I'm panting as I say it because let's be real, instead of going to the gym ai smoked weed.
Not my fault.
Actually, maybe it is.
My thoughts seemed to have slowed my running down because an arm wraps around my waist, guiding me back to meet his body once again.
He spins me around and begins to kiss me.
I lean back into him and we move in sync, until he pushes me into a room
Our bodies were close enough together the heat from his body radiated to me, causing goosebumps to rise.
His soft hands gripped my hips, pulling me against him in a manner that sent shivers down my spine.
A quiet amoan slips out, I feel him smile against my lips .
His hands travel down my body, until he reaches my waistband.
"Can I?"
I nod in the low light, and he grips my sweatpants, pulling them down.
He removes my bottom clothing, until I'm-
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A/N
I'm a little too young to be writing that just yet. You might get a cheeky one in the future.
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