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Valenzano POV:

“Why are you taking off your shoes?"  I asked her while looking confused.

“My feet are killing me."  She sounds so cute I would literarily eat her up.

“Not a bad idea,"  I heard Vintage say.

Without even thinking, I picked her up bridal style and walked into the kitchen. The moment she was in my arms, all I could think of was how sexy she would look under me as I made her climax several times. I sat down and unconsciously sat her on my lap and started feeding her; surprisingly, she allowed me to do so. I forgot we were not alone until I heard West and Jazz clear their throats.

We ate, talked, and drank; yeah, we did a lot of drinking, shots, shots, and more shots. I would have never thought Cleo and Jazz could drink the way they do. Sadly, all good things must come to an end, and Cleo and Jazz started yarning.

"Ladies, I will show you to your rooms,"  I say, looking at Cleo.

“No need to show Jazz she will be sleeping with me... I mean in my room,"  West stated as him and Jazz laughed.

"Well, Cleo, I will show you to your room."  She looks so good in that dress, I can only imagine how good she’ll look out of it.

As soon as we got to her room, I was fighting the urge to rip her dress off and fuck her against the wall.

"Shit, I would have,” I heard Vintage say sarcastically. I don’t understand why it is so hard for me to block him when I am around her.

“There are toiletries in the bathroom, and if you need anything else, please let me know."  I was hoping she would say yeah, and that yeah would be she wanted some dick. But no, she needed something to sleep in.

“You should have told her to sleep naked." WTF, really? Why is he talking when I am trying to concentrate to not kiss this woman?

I go to my room and we have a long conversation about the situation. And we finally agreed that I will lead, and he will follow. I grab a t-shirt from my dresser and walk to her room and knock, no answer. I knock again, still no answer.

I walked in the room and saw that the bathroom light was on, but I heard no water running. I knock on the bathroom door, no answer. I slowly walk in, and I see her sleeping in the tub. My dick gets so hard it hurts.

“OH, MY GODDESS, SHE LOOKS SEXY AS FUCK."  I hear Vintage yelling in my head.

"Vintage, you sound pussywhipped already; cut it out.”

“No, Valenzano I don’t sound pussywhipped. I sound like I want to whip some pussy.”

I cover my hard dick with a towel and the shirt I got for her. I clear my throat, hoping she is not in a deep sleep and will wake up by the sound.

Cleo POV:

Follow me, that is all I heard, and I took his hand, and he walked me to a room.

“My room is across the hall,"  he points in the direction of his room. He opens my room door, and I walk in.

“There are toiletries in the bathroom, and if you need anything else, please let me know,"  he says, leaning into me, his face cementing from mine. Why the fuck did Jazz leave me alone with this sexy Alpha?

He started to walk away, and then I realized that there is something else I need, and that is something to sleep in. Maybe I am asking for too much, but I will never know if I do ask.

“There is something I need,"  I say, very hesitant.

“And what’s that?” He looked at me as if I were his prey.

“So…som…something to sleep in,"  wtf now I am stuttering. I watch as he smirks; he looks so damn good.

“I will bring you something to sleep in,"  and he walks into his room.

My heart is beating fast after calming down. I look around the room. And it is amazing. In the middle of the floor is a huge round bed with gold satin sheets. The walls are white with gold trim; there is a vanity with a full-size mirror. I walk into the bathroom, and there is a jacuzzi tub that looks like it can fill 10 people. I find the bath oil and start the stub.

Once it was done, I got in and dozed off. I don’t know how long I was out, but I was woken up by someone clearing their throat. I thought it was Jazz coming to check up one be; nope, it was Valenzano standing their shirtless, holding a towel, and something else.

Opening my eyes, I see Valenzano standing their shirtless, holding a towel and something else. In this light, I can see him better; he looks like he was sculpted by Michael Angelo himself. I was right when I said he had solid muscle; his twelve packs, thigh muscles—every part of him is hard muscle. And the most important muscle he is trying to hide behind that towel he is holding is in eye view. As he stares back at me, his eyes turn from hazel green to golden, just like they did at the club.

Helloo," I say, trying not to make the moment seem awkward.

“I knocked, you didn’t answer... I brought you a towel and a T-shirt to wear the bed,” he says, trying to look everywhere but at me.

"Thanks,"  I said shyly.

“No problem,"  he said, smiling. Damn, that smile is going to get me if I stay with her more than tonight.

He left the items on the sink and walked out. I feel the urge to run after him and sit on his face. I slapped myself on my forehead. Wtf has gotten into me. I am so hot and bothered by him. Has it been that long since a man touched me?

If my pussycat can talk, she would scream, “HELL YEAH." I need more info on him. I can’t jump into someone's bed and not know what his relationship status is. I get out the tub, dry it off, get dressed, and head to the bed. I feel my whole body sink in the mattress.