Beatrice's face immediately wrinkled in displeasure.
"Fuck…"
Beatrice ignored the cackling laughter of Valentina in the background and stuck her hands into her thick cleavage.
She extracted a phone from within that soft hold that any man or woman would dream of being between.
She immediately dialed a number.
The number that had been saved under (Hubby xx) appeared on the screen.
[Hello, this is Dick Allcocks from Man-Island, loving husband of Beatrice on the phone. How may I help yo-]
"Shut up, Stew. We're getting a divorce."
[…Dear wife, it's only been 2 weeks since our marriage. We should be on our honeymoon, not fighting each other like this!]
"We're getting a divorce. Now," Beatrice replied sternly.
The voice coming from the phone made it apparent that the man on the other line was having the time of his life.
[My dear… My lovely Beatrice Man-Island, think of our children? Was that not the reason for our shot-gun marriage?]
"We've never had sex, so how could we have a child?" Beatrice quipped.
[Through the power of love and the holy spirit. If Mother Mary could do it, why can't you?]
"Stew, Last time I checked, you weren't God. You can't just magically impregnate me,"
[… Have you recently been assaulted by a swan, a cuckoo, or a bull?]
"You're not Zeus either, Stew. You own a fish and chips shop. You can't do those things. I'm filing for a divorce, and I'll be sending over the paperwork soon."
[My lovely Man-Island, it's much more than just a fish and chips shop, you know that too. You helped set it up after all…]
"… I'm hanging up Stew. It was a nice marriage, however short it was."
[I see… I get to keep the money though, right?]
"Suit yourself," Beatrice said while hanging up.
Beatrice turned to see Valentina struggling to breathe through her continuous fits of laughter.
"Stop laughing, Valentina," her cold voice projected the authority and gravitas of an Empress.
But Valentina who had known Beatrice for a while, completely ignored her.
Bent over double, she was now gasping for air with her hands on her knees.
"Ha~, and so you upset your girlfriend all for some lame joke," Valentina teased.
To the public, Valentina was known as an incredibly graceful lady.
Accomplished, talented, and with a wealthy background to boot, she was desired by countless men.
But whenever she was with Beatrice, profanities and unrestrained laughter would spill out of her like a fountain.
Beatrice who knew how stressful everything was for Valentina, made sure that she always felt comfortable whenever they spent time together.
It was this type of thoughtfulness that Valentina loved about Beatrice, and she enjoyed how at ease she felt whenever she was with her.
"… Tsk, I guess I did," Beatrice said, her cheeks ballooning cutely.
"Well, since you've gone and upset Icarus, does that mean you're free right now?" Valentina asked, her eyes brown eyes sparkling with excitement.
Beatrice knew what those eyes were asking for and an unknown tension quickly formed between the two.
Beatrice walked a single step towards Valentina, reducing the distance between them to almost nothing.
Then Beatrice took another single stride, this time, her long leg invading Valentina's space as Beatrice forced her leg between hers.
Beatrice was taller than most, at 5ft 9 (175cm), and so Valentina was forced to look up when Beatrice grabbed her chin.
It was a soft touch, by no means forceful, but it guided Valentina's face upwards to face Beatrice. It was a subtle touch that made let Valentina know who was guiding who.
The sudden forceful approach of Beatrice made her heart thump against her chest.
"…" there was a moment of silence as they both appreciated the stunning view of the other.
Valentina's gaze was immediately drawn to those breathtaking ruby eyes. They were relatively narrow with a long tail, giving them a cold but beautiful charm.
Adorning those jewels were long white lashes that fluttered seductively whenever she blinked.
Beatrice smiled at the flushed expression of Valentina who was breathing in her uniquely sweet scent.
Still holding onto Valentina's chin, Beatrice's face closed in on hers very slowly.
Valentina could feel Beatrice's hot breath against her face and her underwear was getting stained in anticipation of what was to come.
Feeling Beatrice's apple-red lips approaching, Valentina closed her eyes.
But the soft sensation of two lips meeting was never found, and instead, she heard a low and husky voice whisper in her ear.
Beatrice's mouth was so close that she could feel the residual moistness of her breath, the tingle in her ear travelled down her spine.
"Didn't you come here since you knew I'd be free," Beatrice whispered.
Valentina, who had come all this way, had been waiting for this moment for too long. The lust she had been repressing, began swelling up rapidly.
Beatrice's long tongue licked along the outer lobe, leaving a trail of wet saliva that cooled against her breath.
Valentina's legs shivered and gave out.
She fell onto Beatrice's thigh which had been hovering under her special place, her wet underwear soaking Beatrice's leg.
"Ahn~" Valentina let out a sweet moan as she felt her button rub on Beatrice's leg.
"You lewd girl," Beatrice teased while wrapping her arm around Valentina's waist so that she didn't fall backwards.
She pulled Valentina in so that their heavy breasts were pushing into each other.
"So, tell me, what did you come here for?"