❛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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"Valerio?" her soft voice calls out my name from outside my room.
"Yeah?"
"We leave in five minutes," she says, sounding like she doesn't want to push me. "not to rush you but can you hurry?"
The sound of her heels walking away flows through the room, getting distant from how far away she was.
Buttoning up my suit jacket, I looked at my reaction in the mirror. I was already dressed in one of my signature suits and loafers.
Maybe I overreacted yesterday. What Isabella does in her free and personal time doesn't concern me. She's just my fake wife, not like I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her.
But at least she could have done that somewhere no one would see and apologizing right after, that's so wrong.
And it pisses me off because no matter how much I want her, I can never have her.
Ditching my tie, I pick up my wallet and headed straight for the door.
I walked down the stairs and freeze in my steps when I see Isabella already waiting for me.
Her back was turned to me, delicate straps crisscrossing over her bare skin with the gown draped to the floor in graceful folds and when she noticed she wasn't alone anymore, she turned around and that was when the breath left my lungs.
The rich scarlet color popped against her fair skin, giving it an ethereal glow. The front of her V-neck gown dipped dangerously low, her breasts making the gown that's meant to be demure into a gown that makes a man weak in the knees. My gaze drops to the daring slit that was up to her left leg, ending an inch above her mid thigh. Her black saint laurent with gold heels shimmered under the lights and I lift my gaze to her face.
She was already staring at me, a nervous smile on her beautiful face. Her black hair was pulled up in a sleek updo style, leaving only a strand framing her face.
God, she's perfect.
"Finally," she breathes out, walking towards me and tucking a silk scarlet handkerchief into my breast pocket. "Let's go."
She turns around and my eyes drop to her round ass that moved beneath her dress as she walked to the door, sending heat straight to my groin.
How am I supposed to survive this all night?
Breathing out, I follow behind her down to the garage and into my car.
"I'd like us to go to this party without grudges," she says, settling into the passenger seat. "So about yesterday..."
I could feel her gaze on me as I leaned forward to tuck her seatbelt into place before leaning back to do mine, starting the car.
"If you want to have separate lives in private then—" I start to say but she interrupts me.
