Vox X Valentino Novels & Stories

As if what he was doing wasn’t enough, his lips pressed against my neck, causing me to suck in a sharp breath. "I’ll do more than just impress, love," he whispered, his hot breath fanning against my skin, heat pooling between my legs before he pulled away slowly. His words were enough to leave me itching with anticipation, my thoughts spiraling. ***** DIELLA I stepped out of the car with elegance, my Saint Laurent heels clicking against the floor of the dim parking garage. There was a man who I assumed to be Mr Bellamy’s PA. He approached me as I took off my black shades.

“Even without the mansion and the fancy cars?” “Especially without those.” Valentina looped her arms around his neck. “Turns out I prefer motorcycles and men who know how to use a wrench.” His laugh rumbled through his chest as he lowered his head to kiss her. Valentina melted into it, still marveling at the ease between them, at how quickly they’d found their rhythm. The sound of a throat clearing broke them apart. Axel stood in the doorway, amusement written across his face. “Sorry to interrupt the romance, but we’ve got a customer waiting on an estimate, boss.”

The line rang twice. “Dr. Galante,” a calm, painfully alert voice answered through the speakers. “Good evening. I assume this is not a medical consultation.” “It’s an excision, Valerio,” I replied evenly as I reversed out of the parking space. “You saw the photograph.” Valerio Rossi was the Galante family’s premier crisis manager. He did not manage scandals so much as erase them from existence. “I did,” Valerio replied, the rapid clicking of computer keys sounding faintly in the background. “Very flattering lighting for the Porsche. The woman, however, remains unidentified in the initial reports. Several tabloids are currently crowdsourcing her identity online.”