Cheated (Mr. Control Freak)

XXXIX. NOTHING AGAINST THE CHOSEN ONES

VALENTINA'S POV

"Explain to me again why you're tagging along with me and why we couldn't take a helicopter or something, I know you have one." I asked Max, annoyed with him. I could have been in the Hamptons by now, relaxing on a beach front home had I went alone , but no, Max being the dumbass he wants to come along last minute.

"We don't know these people and I need to talk to my father about becoming CEO. He lives in the Hamptons if you didn't get that and the helicopter stays at their house." He answered.

"I know Tristan." I rebuffed.

"You knew Alec too right?"

I felt a pang in my heart at the mention of his name, it's been three weeks and it still hurts. As for my family, I haven't been speaking to them. I doubt I'll ever talk to Lorenzo ever again and if I do, I'll be cursing him out. Vladimir is also on my kill list.

"Fûçk you, Max." I shot at him and turned to look out the window.
He was right though, there's no telling what Tristan could be hiding from me, but as for right now, all I want to do is enjoy my time in the Hamptons.

"Val--" Max began.

"I don't feel like talking." I cut him off.
He sighed but didn't utter a word, it stayed silent for the rest of the drive.
When we arrived at what the GPS named as the location, we were at the mouth a long narrow driveway surrounded on either side with lush trees. I definitely was not expecting the mega mansion at the end of the winding trail.

I'm not gold digger, but I hope the man who owns this house has a son. Better yet, I hope the owner is young, the place was monumental.

Soon after Max parked the car at the entrance, a rather young looking butler stepped out, well young for a butler. I have never actually seen a young butler, I've always assumed all of them were old and white, preferably with a British accent. Maybe he wasn't a butler or maybe I've been watching too much TV.

"Hello, I take it you are Miss Morales?" He greeted formally.

Okay, he's the butler. I'm not going to lie, I felt all fancy with the title.

"Yes sir, you are correct." I replied, smiling at the man who looked no older than 40.

"Great, I'll just unload your bags then."

He had no idea what he was getting into. I packed a lot of bags, probably close to my entire wardrobe.
Max ended up helping him so I took the liberty of walking inside the Hamptons home.

After wandering the luxurious home I found a group of people in what looked like the living room, sitting around in the sofas arranged in an open square. It was like walking into an AA support group; as soon as they heard my steps, they all stopped what they were currently up to and simultaneously looked up at me.

"Um hi." I said to the group of unfamiliar faces. I counted five.
"Hey, you're Tristan's friend right? Valerie?" One of the women said, she had long blonde hair tousled into these perfect beach waves. I could already tell she will be a target for Max.

"That's me, it's actually Valentina." I corrected her.

If she got my name wrong again, I wasn't planning on being so cordial about it. One doesn't simply forget the name of Valentina Morales.

"Oh my bad, well Tristan isn't here yet but I could introduce you to everyone. I'm Eloise, but please call me Elle. The lesbian lovers to your left are Jasper and Josephine, that's Avi, the Jewish owner of this beautiful estate, and he's Dominic. There isn't anything notable about Dominic. Oh and there's another girl, Alma, but she's not here yet."