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“We have a deal.”
“Great.”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
VALENTINO
We move to the VIP section a few floors down. When the door opens, I see that more than half the guests are women. The music is loud and people are dancing.
We move to a table reserved for us. Instantly, Federico starts roaming the club looking for a woman who will make me lose my principles.
“Are you sure you want to do this with Federico?” Roberto asks.
“You don’t trust me to win?” I ask, looking at him over the rim of my glass.
Roberto sighs. “Nah, it’s not that. It’s-”
“Valentino,” Federico booms from behind me, and I turn to see him with a voluptuous blonde. Looking at her, it’s obvious Federico knows what I like in a woman. And it would have worked before Francesca came on the scene.
But since I set eyes on her, my taste has changed drastically. Now, only she will do. Only the smell of her skin hardens my cock.
“This is Rosalia,” Federico introduces with a sly smile.
Rosalia catwalks to me and reaches up to touch my face. I capture her hand in mine. “No touching,” I warn softly. “You’re here to dance.”
“Five minutes,” Federico says to me. “You get an erection; you lose.”
I down my brandy and set down my glass. “Let’s go.”
A few moments later, I’m in a private room sitting in a leather chair, sultry music flowing from the overhead speaker. I’m under the spotlight while Roberto and Federico are standing in the shadows, watching.
The curtains part and Rosalia glides out. She has changed her outfit into something sexier: a tiny bra that brazenly displays her large breasts and barely covers her erect nipples. She’s wearing a clingy golden sarong that hugs her every curve. There’s a secretive smile on her face, and honestly, she would have been my cup of tea in the past.
Something tells me Rosalia has been paid to make me lose and she would be quite happy to fuck me. To my great surprise, I suddenly feel guilty. For the first time in my life, I feel shame. I haven’t even done anything wrong, but I already feel remorse for putting myself in this position. I’m doing something that I wouldn’t do if Francesca was here because I know she would definitely not be okay with this. I push away the unfamiliar sensation. This is about me. I’m not being unfaithful. I have to prove soothing to Federico, and this is the only way to do it.
“Fuck!” Roberto groans when Rosalia appears, and from the corner of my eye, I see him adjust his pants. Well, he can have her when the dance is done. He’s single.
Rosalia undulates towards me until she’s only a couple of feet away. She spreads her legs and slides down. Roberto must have put her up to it because the woman is not wearing panties and I get a quick view of pink, fleshy folds before she rises slowly.
I feel nothing.
She climbs onto my lap, jiggling her impressive bosom in my face. She’s a good dancer, but I do not react to her, and with every minute that passes, she becomes more daring. At one point I can smell her arousal. A hot damp smell that makes me feel even more remorseful. I’m relieved when the timer rings and she climbs off me, looking offended.
Federico rushes towards me, his face falling when he realizes that I won. As Rosalia walks away, Roberto hurries after her. Silently, I wish him good luck before returning my attention to Federico, who is sulking like a little kid who got his candy taken away.
“No women for you tonight.” I pat his shoulders as I walk past him. “Tell Serena she’s welcome.”
As I walk away from him, Vance is suddenly by my side. “I’ve compiled the information on those names. I have them here.”
I take the USB drive from him. “Anything I should be worried about?”
“No, Boss.”
“Join the party. You and Dutch. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
His face breaks into a rare smile, and he nods. “Thanks, Boss.”
I walk away hot for my wife.