Novel & Cerita Courtiers Valentine Low

Chapter 10: Quickie DEVON'S P.O.V “A-Angelo,” I stuttered. His kisses trailed down from my neck, going to my nipple. I can smell his manly scent with sweat and alcohol on it. He spat on my neck and sucked it. I pushed him away and tried to escape, but he was determined to what he wanted. And I’m saddened to admit it, but I love it. Angelo looked me in the eyes. “I heard you are a courtesan here—the great Devon Ellis. I’m going to pay you four thousand dollars for this quickie,” and he gave me his wallet full of money.

“I hate liars more than I hate thieves, Beth. And right now, you’re looking like both.” The intercom buzzed again. Susan, less patient this time. “Mr. Knight, Miss D’Souza is asking if she should order without you.” Valeria. His fiancée. The woman who had a Vogue spread last month titled _“New York’s Next Power Couple.”_ Adrian’s jaw ticked. He didn’t look away from me. “Tell her I’ll be there in two minutes.” Two minutes. That was all I had before he went to lunch with the woman he’d marry, while I carried his baby and $3.72.

He also said I needed to stay in a good mood, be careful with my diet and medication, and take good care of myself. Next to the medical report were two plane tickets for a seven-day trip to Isvalia. I initially planned to tell her on Valentine's Day, so I could relax with her before the surgery. Now, that was no longer needed. Nancy rushed back with the first-aid kit and rifled through it a few times before stopping. "Where's the ointment? Did you…" She cut herself off halfway through. I caught the fleeting expression on her face—guilt mixed with a hint of unease.

“No one sells off Dior or Valentino just because they’re sitting there. Do you know how hard it is to get that Delvaux limited piece in that shade? Unless there’s a newer release—and I know there isn’t—it’s either that, or… you’re broke.” Val didn’t reply. She never knew cam would be this observant or nosey. Okay maybe she does, but… Cam clicked her tongue. “But you’re married to a literal billionaire. You mean to tell me he’s not giving you weekly or even monthly allowances? Did something happen? You know I'm here for you right?”

And honestly? It would be sweet—if it weren't so terrifying. Because Caelen Valentine isn't some blushing wallflower. He's six feet of quiet presence. A man who could cut glass with his jawline and level a room with a single look. But to Lucian? He's a fragile little thing. A baby doll wrapped in silk, too soft to scold, too precious to touch without permission. The kind of lover who gets his shoes tied for him, even though he can run a gun through someone's ribs without blinking.

Arthur lowered the car seat to an almost reclining position with Valerie's body in the way. Arthur's hands removed the coat that wrapped Valerie's body and left only a thin nightgown and Arthur could even see Valerie's transparent underwear. Wasn't Valerie such a bitch why would she wear such thin clothes if it wasn't for seducing him. "Arthur I can't... Akhhh." Valerie bit her lip as Arthur's hand slipped under her body and touched the sensitive spot that was her current weakness. "Look my little bitch is wet now." Arthur touched and traced Valerie's sensitive spot even more.

His tailored black shirt was open at the collar, revealing a glimpse of hard chest and the edge of a tattoo that looked ancient and dangerous. The air between them felt thick, charged, almost suffocating. “You move like a woman who has spent her entire life in a cage of perfection,” Damien murmured, his voice low and velvet-rough as he poured her a glass of rare 1982 Burgundy. The scent of dark cherries and leather filled the space between them. “But I see the cracks, ballerina. The hunger to be broken. To be used. To finally lose control.” Valentina’s breath caught. Heat flooded her chest, then pooled heavily between her thighs. Her nipples tightened against the thin crimson silk of her gow

Valentine sat without invitation. “What’s your name?” the woman asked. “Valentine.” “Last name?” “None.” Another pause. The woman crossed her arms. “What can you do?” Valentine leaned back. “I can vanish. I can listen. I can make people underestimate me and regret it later. I don’t drink on jobs. I don’t talk when I’m paid to stay quiet.” “And when you’re not paid?” “I still don’t talk,” Valentine said. “I just remember.”

"Just that I feel it's too sudden." "Do you not feel nothing for me? Anything at all?" I couldn't respond because I had nothing to say. The truth was that I had already started redeveloping feelings for him, but I was being cautious because I couldn't tell if really it was love or if I was just infatuated with his peaceful presence. "If I asked you to be my Val, would you agree?" My eyes almost popped out of its socket. "Josh, Valentine is still a long way." "I know, that's why I'm asking now."

I was still having hiccups from my crying as I watched her in confusion. “Kamsy what is happening, can someone talk to me?” She walked back to Luke and kissed him, my eyes grew wide and my heart shattered. "Poor Valerie,I told you,you can't get married before me. You think I was joking around. I also told you, I can make your man be my man but you are too naive and you underestimated me Valerie. I am too beautiful to be a single, babe these curves ain’t no joke" she turned around to show off her killer curves