Page 394 of Valentino

GRACE

I cannot believe that just happened.

All those years of longing and pining…. and damn it. I hate that the sex was as good as I imagined it would be. But… to act like that after it? Just, what the fuck?

The car comes to a halt as a traffic control holds up a stop sign for a delivery truck that is reversing onto a building site.

My mind is running at a million miles per minute, I’m shocked. Shockder than shocked, and shockder isn’t even a word.

We wait for the delivery truck as I go over the last hours’ events. You know what….. this is good.

This is the closure that I needed. The proof that man I stupidly pined over for all these years, doesn’t even exist. He’s not sweet and loyal underneath. He doesn’t care about anyone but his selfish self.

Gabriel Ferrara is a bona fide bastard to the bone.

Just like the world thinks he is.

“Just going to take a call,” Mark tells me, he’s wearing a headpiece, so I didn’t hear it ring.

“That’s fine.”

He taps his ear to answer. “Hello,” he says, he listens for a moment. “Yes okay.” He listens again. “Tomorrow is fine.” He listens again. “Okay, I’ll chase it up. Goodbye.” He hangs up.

Must be Mark’s girlfriend or something, I wonder what it’s like to date someone like him where he’s working all hours.

I go back to my daydream, also known as the murder plot.

You know what…… fuck him.

Who the hell does he think he is, seduces me in my office, fucks me on his desk, comes inside of me? He didn’t even offer a fucking condom; I probably have an STD now.

I run my hand down my face in disgust.

Ugh.

What the hell, that was a complete fucking disaster.

Thank fuck I’m moving, and I never have to see him again.

I picture how cold he was, do you want me to walk you out?

No.

I want your dick to fall off, that’s what I want, asshole.

How dare he have a good dick!

I’m infuriated.

Rich, handsome, endowed….. selfish, mother fucking fuckface.

I glance up, why is it taking so long to get home? Where even are we?

“What’s this way?” I ask.

“I had to take a detour for the accident back there,” Mark replies.

“Oh.” I didn’t even notice an accident, that’s how preoccupied I am. “Okay.” I slump back into the seat and continue my pity party for one.