Page 61 of Who's Loving You

Mi Reina: I’m wearing a dirty bathrobe.

Me: Ooo. Kinky. I love it.

Mi Reina: GOODBYE!

Istand waiting at the bar, my eyes glued to the door, waiting for the moment my girl walks in. I’m anxious and nervous as I’ve never met a girl's parents before. Easy since I’ve never had an actual girlfriend. Hook-ups were my favorite. Nothing serious, never tied to one girl, and I got to choose different “flavors” every weekend. It was the perfect life of a football player, living it up in college where the girls were in abundance.

I’d like to say I’m past that, but it’s only amplified since meeting Valentina. Thinking of her and how I can’t have her has me running to Lascivious three times a week. Usually right after I see or talk to her. It’s like hervoice, her face, lights the wick and I become immediately in danger of combusting.

I hate to admit I did it, but I practically ran to Lascivious on Monday night after the game. She was wearing another creation I had designed just for her, and I’m pretty sure I played the entire night with a fucking erection.

I was able to learn that she tests the waters of sexy yet reserved, so I ordered an oversized jersey dress. It was shiny and looked like liquid gold under the stadium lights. It was short enough to get a long look at her toned legs, but just long to cover up things that should only be seen in private. To add kerosene to the simmering fire, she wore tall boots that stopped right over her knee and red lipstick to match the red of the jersey.

My heart thumped and my body burned seeing my name and number on her. Fantasies of fucking her bent over the bed wearing that, my name, on her back and showing the world she’s mine played over and over.

The small kiss she allowed me to have broke my wall and I went straight from the stadium to the club where Sonja and a friend were more than happy to, once again, indulge my needs.

“You’re spoiling me Nico. I could get used to seeing you every night,”she purred, and I quickly clamped my hand over her mouth, silencing her and allowing me to picture Valentina as I pounded into her.

My hand fisted Sonja’s hair while she ate the dripping pussy of the blonde who joined us that night. Their names are never important because as awful as it sounds, they are simply a vessel to release my pent up desire for the one woman who drives me insane.

“Do you like that?”I asked the other woman.“Do you like when I stretch this pussy wide? Does it hurt?”The blondemoaned and shook her head as I pushed her legs wider and forced them to her chest, opening her up wider for me.

I went for hours that night, exhausting both myself and the girls, and I don’t even know how I was able to fire off one after the other. My recovery time was unheard of.

My thoughts are still on the hedonistic night when I see a woman that steals the spotlight of every room she enters.

Valentina steps inside, all long legs and skin like warm honey, dressed in black leather and silky cream. Her skirt is fitted to her knees with what looks like a zipper up the front, and her creamy blouse has one sleeve that drapes over her shoulder, leaving the other bare. I bite my lip as my eyes trail up and down her body, from her red painted toenails in her black high heeled sandals, to her shiny ebony hair that brushes the tops of her shoulders.

The air gets sucked right out of my lungs, taking away my ability to speak or even think. I’m frozen in place, my feet glued to the ground beneath me for fear that she’s just a mirage and blinking will make it all disappear. The hostess looks equally as stunned at this vision and I finally pry my feet from where they’re rooted and wind through the tables to get to her.

“We’re meeting some–”

“Hey baby,” I call out as I step close, cutting her words short as she speaks with the young woman still mesmerized by her beauty.

I take both of her hands in mine and lean in, kissing her respectfully on the cheek. The world around us has faded away and the only light that shines is Valentina. I can’t even remember the faces of thenameless women who have come before her. They’re inconsequential and as far as I’m concerned, don’t exist in her atmosphere.

“You are stunning, mi Reina.” Words fall without any thought. It’s simply impossible to hold them back.

“Th-thank you.” Her voice is nervous and slightly shaky.

Do I take her breath away the way she does mine? Is this a mutual feeling and realization?

I lace my fingers with hers and pull her to my side. The woman standing behind her looks like what Valentina will look like when we’ve spent decades together, and I know instantly it’s her mother.

“Mrs. San Ramón. Hello. So wonderful to meet you.” I take her hand in mine and gently shake it.

“Hello Nico. I’m pleased to meet you. And you may call me Paloma.” I dip my chin and straighten my spine, preparing myself for a stern greeting from her father. “Mr. San Ramón,” I hold out my hand and take his firmly. “Nice to meet you, sir. Thank you for driving all of this way to join me tonight. I hope you weren’t too inconvenienced.”

He smiles, so unlike what I assumed most fathers would be when meeting the man who wants to “steal” their daughter away. But Valentina’s dad is warm and friendly, and reminds me of my own.

“Buenas noches, Nico. This is no inconvenience. We are very happy to be here.” He shakes my hand enthusiastically and it makes me wonder what about them makes Valentina want to stay far away.

“I’ll let the hostess know we’re ready to be seated.” I drag Valentina with me, taking her just a few feet away from her parents so I can get a minute alone. “Are you going to play nice tonight, mi Reina?”

She gives me a side-eye and I smirk, loving that I’ve riled her up already.

“I’ll play nice as long as you tone down the eager puppy act. Got it?”