❛𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒊 𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 ❜
|18+| "Get on your knees." Valerio orders, removing his tie and throwing it in the bed.
"You can't just order me around anyhow you want." I snap back, eyes trailing dow...
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"Can you move faster?" he grumbles, one hand flat against the surface of the door and the other on the handle of his traveling bag.
I want to strangle my husband.
"Why can't you just, you know, assist me?!" I bite back, hurling my bags out of the car.
"How about no?" he replies, pulling his feet away when my last bag finally hits the ground. "Why the hell did you even pack so many things for a week vacation?"
I roll my eyes, fanning myself. That's why he's a man and I'm a woman.
"I need everything I packed." I snap, staring at the hotel building in front of me, feeling a streak of sweat slide down the middle of my breasts.
He turns to my bags that were laying idle on the floor then back up at me, lifting an awfully perfect shaped brow. "You need everything in these three bags?"
I nod, rolling my ponytail and tucking it into the elastic band holding my hair so no hair can touch my body.
It's already so hot and I don't want any hair tickling my skin.
"I can never understand women." he mutters with a shake of his head, slamming the car door. He strides to me, lifting my heaviest luggage and walking into the hotel without any more words.
Releasing a long breath, I grunt as I pick up my bags before walking into the building.
A bellboy runs over to me and I give him both of my bags, noticing Valerio's bags with him too.
I could already sight Valerio. His broad back and his body clad with black suit despite this heat was a giveaway, so I make my way towards them.
"...now what the fuck do you mean by that?" his cold voice holds enough irritation for a dozen of people, as he glares at the receptionist.
"Mr Vinci," the receptionist—Fatima—smiles, a hint of fear in her eyes. "That's our hotel policy sir. I didn't set the rules."
"Baby," I hook my arm with his, stepping closer to him. "What's wrong?"
He looks down at me, brows knit in confused with his muscles tense under my touch.
Fatima replies for him. "Good evening ma'am, Mrs Martha booked a suite for you, and Mr Valerio here wants to change the package to a room with two beds which cannot be possible because we don't have any available rooms but he's still insisting."
My body stills immediately she completes her statement. "Can you please check again? We also don't mind separate rooms."
She frowns, looking at our intertwined arms then our faces before she glanced down at her computer.
Typing and clicking away on her keyboard, I plead a silent prayer for there to be extra rooms.
She looks up with a defeated sigh. "I'm sorry ma'am, we're filly booked."
