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I mean, I can be who I am around her with no one judging me, and I guess that made our bond stronger. “Damn, son!” Zach whispered awestruck as he glued his eyes on Valentine and Valerie. Valentine was one of the few guys in this school that have been hit by puberty real hard. He has this average masculine build that quite familiar to every jocks, his eyes were strikingly and uniquely dyed jet black that seemed to pull you close like a black hole whenever you stare at it, his lips were so kissable, and of course, he got that style that seemed attractive mostly for insecure girls. He’s basically the definition of perfection in close comparison to Adonis, but he’s definitely a sworn fuckboy and

"Who are you? Another one of Hawke’s lapdogs?" "Hardly," Julian smirked, pulling out a folder and sliding it across the sticky table. Inside were photographs of Oakhaven—of the flower shop, and more importantly, of Aria and Ethan standing in the amber glow of the shop’s window. "I’m the man who’s going to make you very rich, Victor. Or, if you choose to be difficult, the man who’s going to let the debt collectors finish their job." Victor looked at the photos of his daughter. There was no fatherly warmth in his eyes, only a flickering calculation. "What do you want?"

"Val, seriously, if Anya finds out I had someone over without permission…" "Relax. I'm not gonna steal anything." Valentina lowered her phone. "Where's your brother? Louis?" "He's on vacation. With his husband." "No way. Your brother goes on vacation often, right?" Valentina's face fell. "I was hoping to meet him." Chloe frowned. "Why?" "I'm the president of his fan club, obviously." Valentina said it like it was the most normal thing in the world. "Well, one of them. There are like five different clubs now. But mine is the biggest."

"Happy birthday to my crush, my love, American idol, my everything, will die for you, Long life and prosperity my love for you will be pending, Drake Valentino." 'Why do I think this guy looks like the guy anonymous, or do I need glasses…. Of course not, I don't need one it's definitely him, his lips say it all' She thought. She checked the name again and it was even written in capital letters. DRAKE VALENTINO. Evelyn looks at his surname and she remembers the words that came out of the woman before she left. "Welcome to Valentino family, daughter-in-law." Yes! She knows she remembers, it's the same name that came out of the cold woman's mouth.

Jace stood near the door, his arms crossed, while Alejandro leaned against his desk, glaring at the woman in front of him. And then Aria saw her. Valentina had stunning long, dark hair cascading over her shoulders, full lips painted blood-red, and a body that screamed power and seduction. She was everything Aria wasn’t. Valentina turned, her gaze landing on Aria like a predator spotting prey. "And who might this be?" Alejandro’s jaw ticked. "None of your concern." Valentina smirked. "Oh, but it is my concern. I come back, and suddenly you have a new toy?"

“ Come back here ! We will clean it later . Now , you should explain the situation . “ said Valeria . “ You really are too found of gossips . “ said Antonio a bit annoyed . “ If the gossip involves the scary billionaire called Damian Wright , who wouldn’t become interested in gossips . You who are a bookworm will never understand what I am talking about . Come on ! Tell me , everything . “ said Valeria . Antonio gulped a little then started to tell Valeria everything . The more Valeria heard , the more interested she became in the subject . “ I can’t believe it . Antonio , you truly hit a jackpot . So tell me , how was his body ? “ said Valeria waiting for some spicy information . “ He has a

her voice comes from somewhere I can’t see. I sit. The door across from me opens and Valentina walks out and every coherent thought I’ve ever had disappears. She’s wearing black lace that doesn’t even pretend to cover anything. Thigh-high stockings. Heels that make her legs endless. Her dark hair falls over bare shoulders and her lips are painted red and she’s looking at me like she knows exactly what I’ve been thinking about for six months. “Hello, Dante,” she says. My name in her mouth sounds like a sin.