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Are we okay?

We haven’t been okay for a long time….

Since when?

Since you fucked him.

Ever since he told me that yesterday I’ve been tripping out, hopeful that somewhere in that heart of his there is still a place for me and mine.

I knew Carlo was into some bad stuff, but what I saw today cements what I’ve always suspected. Carlo isn’t the one I should be scared of.

1 a.m.

I sit up, sling my legs over the side of the bed in the darkness.

I haven’t slept, Val didn’t come home tonight, he text me to say that he was working late and that my guards were watching over me.

Was he working late or has he gone to see her?

I put on my robe and quietly open my door, if Val has come home, I don’t want to wake him. I tiptoe down the hall, Val’s bedroom door is cracked a little open, the room is lit up by the television,

Oh, he is home. The television wasn’t on before I went to bed, has he fallen asleep with it going?

I peer through the crack in the door and can see a laptop open on the bed, huh?

It’s synced and playing on the television.

Porn…. A woman on her own with a dildo. Naked, her legs are opened and she’s fucking herself hard. She’s naked and writhing, really giving it to herself.

Oh.

My.

God.

What?

Valentino is sitting up against the headboard, naked with his dick in his hand.

His legs are spread wide and an angry erection is lying flush up against his stomach.

He’s big and hard and….

Holy. Fuck.

CHAPTER SEVEN

I turn to go back to my room just as he lets out a soft moan, I glance back…. Unable to look away.

His hand slides up over his hard shaft and with not a coherent thought in my head, my eyebrows flick up in appreciation. I mean….

Oh my….

Perspiration dusts his skin, and like a creeper in the night, I hold my breath as I watch on from the dark.

What would it be like to fuck a man like him?

He lets out a soft moan as he touches himself and the air leaves my lungs, all of it.