Chapter 9

Hastily, she stepped off her feet, walking briskly towards the entrance lobby of Valentino Enterprise's company building, after getting back from the hospital. She was heading straight back to her husband's company.

Once she arrived at the lobby, Sierra did not say a word and rushed straight to the private elevator that would take her to the top floor.

Ting!

As soon as the elevator doors opened, she hurriedly stepped out of the elevator. Not a single smile was etched on her face as one of her husband's company staff greeted her warmly, her face tense. On top of that, she was in a bad mood mode, extremely bad.

Without knocking on the door or even asking permission, she brutally pushed open the door of her husband's office. Her sharp eyes started to wander and narrow as she spotted Lance attentively tending to the wounds on his temple and lips.

Striding briskly, she made her way towards the two men, just as soon as she was near them... then in a swift and rough motion, she snatched the cotton pad from Lance's hand.

“I will take care of my husband myself. You... get the hell out now!” she snapped at him heatedly.

However, Lance didn't move from his spot. He merely stared at Ace, who was glowering at Sierra with nothing but resentment on his face. As Sierra's gaze shifted to Ace, she lifted a single eyebrow purposely, as if challenging him.

“What?” She asked, as if not grasping the intense gaze of the man standing before her, who was now wounded. Instead, she willfully shoved Lance's body with her butt, to drive him away from the sight of her husband.

“Sierra!” Ace protested.

Hearing that, she shifted her gaze towards Ace, who had shouted warningly at her all of a sudden. Nevertheless, it was not Sierra if she bothered with any of that, including his protests. Instead, she still nonchalantly applied alcohol and ointment and rubbed it on the bruises on his face.

“Hey, why are you still here, huh?” scolded Sierra again, striking a more stern tone this time. “Are you deaf? Didn't you hear when I told you to leave this room earlier?” She shooed Lance away brusquely.

“Sierra Carlson!” shouted Ace. 

Hearing the shout that came out from Ace made her flinch slightly. He seemed furious as she blatantly kicked Lance out in front of him with his face reddened from anger. Yet she caught sight of the calm look on Lance's face, which was in stark contrast to Ace's hard and fierce face.

“What's wrong, Ace? Still hurting from that little wound you got?” Sierra asked in a cool tone.

She completely paid no heed to the harsh tone of voice that escaped from his mouth, which was pointed at her. She quietly carried on treating his bruises painstakingly, as if nothing had happened to them before.

Ace turned his face away, refusing to be touched further. “Keep your hands off my face! Let Lance treat me!”

Her hand halted in mid-air for a fleeting instant, as her green eyes darted between the two men, shifting from one to the other. Then Sierra stared intently at Lance, who was just about to move back closer to Ace and reach for the cotton in her hand.

“Dare taking one more step, and I swear that pathetic little dick of yours will surely never rise again!” she threatened in a chilling tone.

The step Lance was about to take halted abruptly in his tracks as he heard her threat. He glanced at Ace, wearing a defeated expression that made him look fierce and annoyed at Sierra as well.

“Watch your tone, Ms. Carlson. Don't you dare threaten him!” he hissed.

That, of course, made Sierra frown as she heard the words that came out of his mouth. Miss Carlson, he said. Why did he call her Miss Carlson? Not Mrs. Valentino, like he was used to.

“Oh, how sweet isn't it?” she said as she smiled maliciously. “My darling husband, shamelessly defending his lover right in front of my eyes. Tell me, Ace — should I be furious with you? Or should I simply grab him by his hair, like a good wife would with her husband's slut?”

Lance didn't seem the least bit affected, merely letting out a quiet sigh. His gaze drifted back and forth between the couple. Those piercing blue eyes of his seemed to be hinting at something to Ace.

“You two can settle your affairs first without dragging my name into it. Now, if you'll excuse me!”

With that, Lance briskly walked away, leaving Sierra glaring at him with nothing but a hostile look. As for Ace, he could only stare at Lance's back bitterly.

*****

He winced slightly when he felt Sierra, who willfully pressed the wound on the corner of his lips. She simply stared blankly at her husband, watching him gritting his teeth as he seemed to be enduring the pain of his actions that caused the wound.

“Why did you beat Aldric so badly?” she grumbled.

Ace, who had been looking down due to the pain in the corner of his lips, now gradually lifted his face when he heard the question that came out of her mouth.

“You were hugging another man right before my employees, aren't you ashamed!”

“Oh, so you're jealous, huh?” She flashed him a sneering smile while he cast a glare of loathing at her that evidently mocked him.

“Jealous? Seriously, who's jealous of who! Why would I ever be jealous over a guy like him? I just don't want my image ruined in front of them, since my wife was seen cuddling with a stranger!”

Now it was Sierra's turn to glare at Ace, extremely annoyed. He had the audacity to call Aldric a stranger — so what about him? Did he really think he wasn't a stranger? A man who came out of nowhere and shamelessly ruined the flow of her life that she had perfectly planned as she wanted?

“Let me tell you, Mr. Valentino, he is not some stranger. He is my friend and also... my ex. Hell, I even knew him long before I met you, Mr. Valentino. You are the real stranger in my life... the one that has been so perfectly put together and is now falling apart thanks to you,” she snapped fiercely.

Then she went back to applying ointment to the bruises on his face. On top of that, she was breathing deeply, holding back her emotions so that they would not burst out this time.

Meanwhile, Ace, her husband on paper, remained mute, not replying to her words. God knows what was going through his mind now that by the time Sierra was done treating him, he still remained tight-lipped.

“I will be traveling to Paris in two days with Claire, Rosalie and Edgar. We have a photoshoot scheduled there. I expect you already knew that,” she states.

*****

In another place, a man was vigorously pounding the woman beneath him. The sound of their moans of ecstasy can be heard in their luxurious apartment. The man looked adoringly at the woman beneath him, who was lying naked without a single piece of cloth.

“Are you exhausted, sweetie?” he asked tenderly.

The woman smiled as she shook her head, one hand reaching out to wipe the sweat off the man who was now grinding against her. Another one of her hands even tugged gently on his nape and soon captured his lips for a passionate kiss.

“Are you okay?” Instead of answering his question, she asked back, as he thrust his hips back and forth, smiling faintly at her. He also nuzzled her nose and forehead together affectionately.

“Hmm, I'm fine. There's just some work I need to finish soon,” he replied reassuringly.

She simply nodded her head, her breath panting up and down as he quickened the pace of their steamy act. She also matched his tempo as he took control of her body. Their moans of pleasure and body moves were getting wilder and wilder.

The woman chuckled, then pulled the man in for another kiss. “You're getting naughtier,” she teased.

“It's all because of you,” the man replied, his breathing getting heavier.

The two of them chased each other in pleasure, moan after moan escaping their lips, filling the air. After fifteen minutes, the man thrust his cock deeper into her pussy.

“I hope they will grow here soon.”

She smiled at his words, as their lips finally locked together again, crushing and channeling the feelings that were in each other's hearts.

“I hope you'll finish your work soon, baby, so we can finally get married.” 

He then gently kissed her lips.

“I'll finish it as soon as possible, just be patient, sweetie,” he said again.