Page 85 of Valentino

You don’t go saying things like that about my pink cardigan when you’ve got a girlfriend, especially not when he knows I’ve had a crush on him for my entire adult life.

Fucking men, honestly…I’m done with these assholes.

We say our goodbyes and he grabs my hand in his and unlike before when it felt special, now it just feels kind of dirty and cheap.

We walk out the front door and I drop his hand; he raises an eyebrow. “You don’t want to hold my hand?”

“No. I don’t.”

We stomp to the car, and he aggressively pulls open the door so I can get in.

“Suits me.” He slams the door behind me.

He gets behind the wheel, and we pull out onto the street, the entire trip home is made in silence.

While he’s thinking about God knows what…. Probably his other woman.

I’m thinking about the big, beautiful dick show he gave me and how disgusted I was, and how I really need to fuck that thing…. Right out of my system.

Having that porno in my memory bank is ruining everything. How dare he make me fall for him all over again.

Screw. You.

I give him the side eye.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he snaps.

“Like what?”

“Like I’ve done something wrong.”

“You haven’t done anything wrong?” I widen my eyes. “You can’t think of a single fucking thing you’ve done wrong?”

“No. Not one.”

“Okay.” I cross my arms in front of me as we drive into the underground parking lot of my apartment. “Right. Good to know.”

“Listen,” he fumes. “I don’t know what your fucking problem is, but don’t give me your attitude. I won’t have it, Anna.” He parks the car.

“Ha,” I huff. “You won’t have it. I won’t fucking have it.” I get out of the car in a rush and slam the door, and he comes around to my side and steps forward causing me to step back, suddenly I’m up against his car, his face is only millimeters away from mine.

“Maybe I need to teach you some manners,” he whispers darkly.

Maybe you do.

“And what would you teach me, Valentino?” I murmur as my eyes drop to his lips.

I can feel his hard cock in his pants as it pushes up against my stomach.

Dear Lord….

I feel weak at the knees.

He swallows a lump in his throat as his hand slides down over my hip, he digs his fingers in and squeezes a handful.

I nearly orgasm on the spot.

“You wouldn’t fucking survive it,” he murmurs before his lips drop to my neck, he bites me hard and goose bumps scatter up my arms.