XXXII 》C L U B S

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My eyes flutter open to a sleeping Valentino. He holds my knee over his waist, and I'm practically lying on him.

Getting up, I take the covers off Valentino to cover my naked body only to realise he would be in the same situation.

"shit." I mutter before throwing the covers back over him - I think it woke him up.

I run to the bathroom and turn on the shower after closing the door.

The steamy, hot water trickles down my face, the stream falling down my body.

The door creaks open just as im washing my hair.

"Valentino? Is that you, baby?" I ask. God this is just like when I got fucking kidnapped.

"Valentino??" I say again, my voice getting weaker. Washing the soap out of my eyes, I look and see a towel wrapped around Valentino's waist as he brushes his teeth.

I turn off the water and step out, grabbing a towel on my way out.

His body is so perfectly chiselled and marked:I wonder what would've happened if we didn't get married.

He spits out the toothpaste (INTO THE SINK NOT THE FLOOR). "Enjoying me?"

"Maybe I am," he walks over towards me,

"Oh yeah? Is that so, Mrs Rafaello?" The words exit his mouth before he pins me against the wall and begins to kiss me.

Our mouths move in sync before I push him away, and nausea takes over my entire body.

I throw up in the toilet, and Valentino holds my hair back, rubbing his hand in circles on my back.

"Are you okay, elle?" he asks. I think there's true concern present - somewhere.

"I-I'm fine. I don't know what took over me -"

"It's okay. Do you think you're preg-"

"No. Don't say that." I say, tears forming in my eyes.

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I tried to ignore it this morning.

My wedding is in a week.

Everything is prepared and tonight I'm going out on my before marriage party!! I'm so excited!

Valentino can't come because it's just me, Natascha, and a nightclub.

This night is going to be amazing.

I'm wearing a short, wine red dress like the one I first met Valentino in. I thought it would be appropriate to see as though he's the person I'm getting married to.

Nataschas contact pops up on my phone, I answer.

"GIRL where the fuck do you live? I'm coming over!!!" She squeals at the end of the sentence.

"Okay girl I'll send you the address" I say before ending the facetime.

She looks so so gorgeous.

I wait patiently on the steps infront of the front door, until a guard lets her little green mini through the gates. She gets out, her lips parted and eyes glistening with awe.

"I knew he was a boss and all - but I didn't know he was this rich. Oh my god." She whispers as I walk over to her.

"Yeah, I know. I thought the same thing when I first saw this house. Valentino says we have to take his car." I say, and she rolls her eyes.

"Valentino always got something to say..." she says, her cheeks redden. She must be warm.

We both walk into the house, and she looks around, breathless.

Lorenzo is speaking to Valentino - I'm surprised he wasn't fired after my first shenanigan living here.

I decided not to interrupt Valentino and continue to the garage, where me and Natascha I sit inside a silver porsche.

"Okay, so what's the plan, girl!" Natascha squeals, she loves going out.

"Okay, so I was thinking... we go to several nightclubs, get high and drunk, then we go to a strip club and praise our dancing queens!" I laugh.

"Yes!" She laughs, tapping on the dashboard.

We drive through the quiet night, and stars decorate the dark sheet above.

Once we arrive at a car park, we pay and get out of the car. The first nightclub isn't too far.

The music is loud, and the air is intoxicating.

We dance and sway to the music. Once we get tired, we sit on a barstool.

Natascha takes on look at the drink menu and shakes her head. "Birdie, I can not afford this -"

"No, it's fine. I'll pay -" I but in, but she shakes her head again. Her breath has a slight smell of alcohol.

"No.. no, I'll get it for free." She says, before going to two men sat down, she seduces them.

Tonight is going to be so fun! The thought makes me smile before I down a shot and return to the dance floor.
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Pushing through the door, my head hurts, and my stomach aches. We laugh as we stumble across the hall.

"You-you can sleep in the guest room," I whisper, putting a finger to my lips. "Valentino is sleeping. Let's be quiet!" I laugh.

"Okay, where i-is the guest room, babe?" she asks, tripping over the rug - it's a new one. It makes sense. Of course, they'd throw away the one I burnt!

We make our way up the stairs, I open the door to the guest room, and she closes the door behind her.

Making my way to my bedroom, I open the door to see Valentino sat in a dark leather couch. A half-full glass of whiskey in his hand. He looks out of the window.

"Did you drive home drunk, Elizabeth?" He asks.

"Yesss... so what!" I laugh before dropping my bag on the floor and laying in the bed covers.

"Oh, and why did you go to a strip club? Isn't that for men?" He asks, his brows furrowed, his jaw is clenched.

"Because I like to support my sexy dancing girls, Valentino. Clearly, you don't understand." I giggle, turning to face him. He faces me slightly, his eyes seem to look through me.

He stays silent.

"Are you coming to bed? Or are you just going to stay there drinking your liver away?"

"Says the high, drunk woman. I think I'm going to stay her for a bit. Think about things."

"You're high, aren't you?" I smile.

"Why would I let you know?" He says, his tone harsh, but I don't care at all, really.

"Because im your wife." I snap, turning back over to not face him anymore.

Jesus, who got on his nerves?

"I thought you quit, Valentino." I whisper.

"I did."

"Okay, so why are you drinking?"

Our voices are hushed, we don't look at each other anymore but we care. We still care.

"My- my brother. He is coming to the wedding."

"I know, you told me the other day."

"I don't want him to come, Elizabeth." He says, laying beside me. I turn to face him, furrowing my brows.

"Why?"

"Because he's a monster, elle. He hurts people with no remorse. You've met me, you've met my father. He is worse than us because he was supposed to be the leader. He didn't become a leader because of his wife." He mumbles, tears start to glisten in his eyes.

That cold, numb man I knew him to disappeared.

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