Page 269 of Valentino

“Was there also a clothes explosion?” He picks up a pair of stilettos and shows me the two of them before putting them in the wardrobe. “They go in here.” He bends and lines them up before rearranging my other pairs of shoes into neat pairs.

I smile. “Are my messy things triggering you?”

He widens his eyes as he picks up another piece of clothing off the chair, he holds it up and frowns as he looks it over. “What even is this…thing?”

“It’s a snood.”

“What the fuck is that?”

“A hairnet.”

He looks at me deadpan. “I’m not even going to ask.”

I giggle. “Probably best you don’t.”

He bends and scoops up all of the clothes on the chair and walks them into my wardrobe. “This wardrobe is way too small for all of these things.”

“No shit.” I flop onto the bed and lie back with my arms up over my head while he continues to fuss over the mess.

“Go and get me a garbage bag,” he says.

“What for?”

“I’m cleaning out your wardrobe.” A high heel comes flying out. “There is no way in hell you wear half of this.”

“True.” I sigh, distracted. “I hate most things in there, actually.”

He holds out a white fluffy poncho, “What the hell is this?”

“It looked cute online.” I shrug.

“If you were a yeti,” he mutters as another shoe comes flying out.

He fusses around and organizes my things while I lie on the bed, my mind is lost in thought about the billions of dollars in cocaine he organizes.

Is it even safe for him to be in Rome?

That commissioner sure does seem hell-bent on arresting him, he even remembered my name from all those years ago…. Why would he remember my name?

It’s so weird.

He dumps a pile of clothes onto the end of the bed and begins to fold them into piles while I lie and watch him.

“You’re not even going to help me?” he asks.

“No.” I keep lying with my hands above my head. “It’s Saturday night and I don’t clean wardrobes out on a Saturday night.”

“Apparently you don’t clean wardrobes out on any night of the week.”

“Why would I when watching you fold my clothes wearing nothing but boxer shorts…is a major turn-on.” I open my legs. “Keep doing what you’re doing…it’s working for me.”

He smirks and walks over. “Watching you choke on my cock is a major turn-on…that will work for me.” He pulls his boxers down and his hard penis comes into view, he swipes it across my lips. “Open your fucking mouth, wench.”

Monday morning.

“I’m going, babe.” Valentino leans down and kisses me. He’s dressed in a suit and has his briefcase with him.

“Where are you going?” I frown, still half asleep.