LOGINDANTEI leave the house earlier than usual. Work’s one reason. The bigger one? Staying in the same space as Valeria after last night is… distracting. Annoyingly distracting.The drive is quiet. Calm. Exactly how I like my mornings.But her voice keeps sliding back into my head—her laugh, her dumb jokes, that ridiculous “thanks for all the orgasms” line she tossed out like she was talking about the weather.Most women cling after sex. I’m used to it. They hover, get soft-eyed, start asking all the wrong questions—one of the many reasons I don’t do commitment.But Valeria? No. She jokes. She eats her breakfast like nothing happened, teases me like nothing has changed.And that should make things easier. Really, yet it doesn't.I pinch the bridge of my nose lightly as the car comes to a halt, the door opens, and I step out. The image of her from this morning flicks through my fucking thoughts. Again—messy blonde curls, swollen lips, wearing my T-shirt like she owned it. And all I could t
VALERIAAfter three rounds of sex, your body tends to remind you that you're only human. I don't think I've ever felt this stretched–like my body still remembers Dante. I turn to my side slow and careful not to wake him up.Dark waves fan his pillow, chest rising and falling with each breath. A small smile tugs my lips as last night comes rushing back... Dante is like a fucking energy drink, and his libido is, oh my God. It's a wonder he still had the strength to clean us up– I was fucking exhausted.My back and hips ache when I stand. The swollen ache between my legs makes me hobble; I silently promise myself to tone it down next time.After freshening up, I head to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. I could get revenge, but since I'm in such a good mood, I stick to a traditional meal of butter-toasted corn cakes with cheese and scrambled eggs with tomatoes and scallions. Perfect for two people with a huge appetite.Coffee comes next, Cafe Colombiano–strong black coffee, brewed slow.
VALERIAFucked up.It's always been like this. Things get good, then bad. Every damn time. A fucked up carnival with a looney at the wheel. And each time I walk out stronger, fiercer... at least that's what I tell myself—with a smile plastered on like a mask.I shut the door and rest my forehead against it for one long, shaking breath."Breathe in." I inhale deeply. "Breathe out. Don't let them see your weakness."Then slump into my bed about to let out a scream when my door clicks open. Shit. I forgot to lock it."You lost," Dante says, smirking as he rubs his palms together. "How does that feel, Valeria?""Well, I was kind of looking forward to it, so I don't really mind." I shrug, pulling myself up. A flicker of amusement lights his eyes, lips curling in that slow, wicked smirk.I cross my arms, raising my chin. "Lemme guess... you cheated?"Dante shrugs, as casual as ever, closing the distance."Me?" He taps his chest, all fake innocence. "All I did was add a little spice to your
VALERIA “Dinner’s pretty damn good, huh?” I ask, taking a bite of empanadas. Diego nods beside me, face flushed. He grabs his glass of water, sniffling. “Fuck!” I drop my fork and pat his back. “Is it too spicy?” Dante snorts across the table. “No,” he rasps, coughing once. “Just not used to this kind of heat.” I look up to find Dante wearing a smug smirk, chin propped on his fist. Show-off. I haven’t even tried his food, but I just want to finish this and see what kind of mess he’s cooked up. “So,” he says evenly, “you and Valeria seem pretty close.How long have you known each other?” Dante asks, about to take another bite of empanadas. “A year,” I say quickly. Dante lifts a brow, like he’s saying, "I wasn’t talking to you, missy." “Thanks, Valeria.” I don’t miss the sarcasm in his voice. “You’re welcome, babe,” I mutter. “You’re not used to this sort of food? Valeria says it’s popular in Colombia.” Dante sips his wine, staring at Diego through the glass. “I eat
VALERIAWalking into Dante's kitchen, I can’t believe I’ve never used this place before—there’s a huge island, smart tech everywhere, endless counter space, and every cooking gadget you could imagine."Wow," I breathe out."You like?" Helen, the head housekeeper asks, the pride in her voice ringing like a doorbell."Like?" I scoff, rolling my eyes. "Mi amor, this place is just perfect. I love it!" I clap my hands spinning in a small circle and Helen laughs behind me.Turning to her I say, "Thanks for letting me use the kitchen—""Oh please. It's more of yours than mine," then lowering her voice she adds, "you're going to be the future Mrs Romano, chica." A wink follows and I smile back, not able to hold back myself."You're one lucky girl, Valentina," the warmth in her voice is contagious, I smile further. "The way Mr Romano looks at you? Give it a year and this place would be full of babies.""Oh my God, Helen, is that all anyone talks about here," Colour rises to my face and I cover
VALERIAA few minutes later, the car door swings open and Dante slides in."What happened?" I ask. The door slams."Made a call," he says, voice cool and even like he didn't just order me into this damn car."Oh," I say quietly. I sneak a glance at Dante whose eyes are glued to his phone, his expression poker straight."Was it about what Alex said?" His fingers still mid scroll. A tic running along his jaw."Yes, Valeria." He lets out a rough breath. "To find out how she's is getting her information."And here I was thinking he was giving her a piece of his mind, not that Dante looked like that kind of guy but still. The silence in that car is daunting, and for once I embrace it.My phone buzzes, cutting through the quiet. Diego's name flashes across my screen and I end the call. Beside me, I feel Dante's eyes on me and I press my forehead to the glass, pretending to enjoy the landscape when another call rings–still Diego. My stomach knots, dread coiling tight inside me. I stare at th







