Valentino's POV
As soon as I heard my bedroom door open, I gradually opened my eyes.
After dealing with the post-wedding reception drama of tidying up and making sure all out-of-town guests were happy in their hotel rooms, last night was one of the most exhausting evenings of my life. I finally had time to return to bed as late as 4 a.m.
I took off the cozy blanket that was covering me and raised my head to peek at the door. When I watched Caylee softly enter and close the door behind her, all the confusion that had been hanging over me vanished.
She walked over to my spacious, comfortable bed and said, "Hey honey."
I said, "Hey baby," as she climbed up onto the bed and licked my lips.
You're still in bed at midday, I see. You must be worn out, she said.
"Yeah" I replied, yawning and stretching my arms out as I sat up. "I had a long night last night, and I still feel like lying down," I said.
I gave her a quick kiss on the neck, and she said, "Security let me in, and since I saw no one in the house, I headed right up to your bedroom."
Her aroma was seductive.
Did you already miss me?
Obviously! She requested, can I join you in bed? I agreed.
She released the straps on her heels and removed them. She was dressed in a royal blue shirtdress with a tie-front that she quickly ripped off, revealing scarlet translucent lace underwear.
Red, my preferred color, she recognized as a color that drove me crazy.
Caylee got into bed with me and sat on me, her milky legs encircling my torso. We were making out like there was no tomorrow in a flash, all over each other.
Compared to all the other ladies I had dated, Caylee was unique. She knew just how to satiate all of my wants and how to unleash the Valentino no one else knew.
We were cuddling after a lengthy period of passionate sensuality while covered under my blankets.
Caylee glanced up at me and said, "Val, I'm upset at you.
"Why, honey?" Kissing her naked shoulder, I questioned.
"Last night, I noticed that you were gazing at Myrah as if she were a goddess or something similar.
I'll admit that she looked radiant, but it still gave me the creeps. Because of how passionately you danced, I briefly believed that everything was genuine.
Both of us sat upright so that we could face one another. She surprised me by saying that, but I could tell she meant it by the look on her face. I used my hands to caress her flushed cheeks.
You understand, Caylee; I had to make everything appear normal. All of it was done for the cameras.
Val, even if I do not wish to become the second lady in your life, she caressed my jawline and said possessively, I don't want any other lady to get to experience what I experience with you.
"Caylee,' that won't ever happen. The possibility of Myrah and I falling in love is utterly remote. I'm not her type.
Valentino, I'm aware of Myrah. She and I go back to when she was about ten. She is not the same person she was in the past. I'm worried that once you see her other side, you'll begin to like her.
Does she have a second side?
That is irrelevant.
"Do you trust me, Caylee? I prompted her.
"I trust you, but I don't trust Myrah."
So trust the person you care about. I will never feel anything at all for her. Caylee, I'm all yours.
"Promise?"
"I swear" You also swear to me that you won't ever lie to me. Never engage in sexual activity with another man. You can't be with another man and be with Caylee. We'll end things if it occurs, as I promised when we first met.
I abhorred treachery. Being cheated on hurts me a lot. I needed a trustworthy partner, and I knew I had one in Caylee—I just needed to hear it from her.
She said, "I promise," and we both grinned as I licked her lips.
"I'm traveling to Los Angeles for a photo shoot, and I'll be gone for two weeks. She said, dragging out the term honeymoon, I came to say bye and enjoy your honeymoon.
Enjoy yourself and look after yourself. Every time I can, I'll give you a call.
Sure! You look after yourself as well. Enjoy yourself, but not excessively. Look after your wife.
Honey, come on! There won't be any time for us to do anything because I'll be busy for the majority of the day. I'll send some money to your bank account. Nonetheless, treat yourself.
She wrapped her arms around me and said, "Thank you, Val.
Caylee was a pricey companion. She wasn't impressed with inexpensive items, and I spent close to $500,000 on her throughout that week. After all, she was a billionaire's girlfriend. She wouldn't accept anything less.
After taking a shower together, I drove her back to her apartment so she could pack up everything.
I saw several billboards with images from the wedding reception as I was returning home. The photographers deserve praise for doing an excellent job.
I noticed a photo of Myrah and I cutting the cake, and she had a sweet, modest look on her face. She appeared stunning. My memory of Caylee's comments is still vivid.
So my wife had a second personality that gave Caylee cause for concern? Interesting. What on earth was I going to do with this marriage?
My vehicle was parked in the garage after I arrived at my estate. As I walked into the house, I saw that Myrah was still missing.
I placed an order for two pepperoni and Hawaiian-topped pizzas. I didn't feel like cooking, and the home staff only had one week left of their month-long leave that I had granted them.
I was flipping through the TV stations in my main living room when Monica and Nick entered, carrying enormous boxes of pizza and beaming broadly.
"Hey" We are just in time since someone ordered pizza, Monica mumbled as she theatrically snorted the air around her and grinned broadly in satisfaction.
Yeah, It's as if you have a mysterious timer that signals when I'm about to feast.
Additionally, you can never go wrong with the toppings. You truly are fantastic, Nick continued.
You simply said, "did you admit that I am amazing?" I questioned Nick while arching my brow.
He responded with a squinted eye. "I'm pretty sure I was referring to the pizza," and then the two Calleiros squeezed me in between them and put the boxes on the coffee table.
"This room has a ton of open space. Why do you want to crush me?
We're simply pestering you today because, hey, someone is happy right now. You seem to be glowing and grinning today. How are you, Val? Nick replied as he moved closer to me than before.
"There was nothing unusual. Just a lovely day.
"Sure, that!" How could it not be? You've found the love of your life, Monica said.
Right, the woman is prepared. She has taken over your heart and is now in charge, correct?
But Val, you know, I always believed you were dating Caylee. You two were never seen together, but I always sensed a spark between the two of you. I guess I was mistaken, replied Monica, tugging at her ponytail.
Monica, you were right.
Anyway, where is our lovely Myrah ? We ought to toast you guys with this pizza.
I retorted, "She's upstairs," while attempting to shoo the two away.
Fortunately, Nick and Monica both stood up.
Monica exclaimed, "We'll go get her," while clapping her hands.
Where do I get her? She queried.
In your bedroom. We do, after all, know how to get to your bedroom, and because you two are married, it stands to reason that you two share a bedroom.
It's about time we got to know the newest Alexander, Monica said as she started to walk backward.
As soon as I stood up, I stood in their path, hugging both of them while doing so and motioning for them to return to the couch.
"Not so fast, you crazy heads."
And could you please explain why not?
I exclaimed, "She's naked," without thinking.
Seriously, nudity was the first thing that came to mind, out of everything in the world. The last thing I needed to do at this moment was picture Myrah naked.
Ohk Nick, keep to yourself. I'll move quickly.
Geez. They were unaware of how everything was set up, and if she went upstairs to my bedroom, she would learn that we have separate bedrooms. I had nothing feminine in my bedroom; it was entirely masculine.
Only Caylee's belongings and a few of her cosmetics were present in the closet. It would be clear that her possessions belonged to her because they were personalized.
Monica was quite knowledgeable in this area. She had no trouble adding things up and figuring out what was going on.
Not at all. I told her as I forced her to sit on the couch by her shoulders, you can't go up there either.
She gave me a look.
Also, why not? She doesn't have anything that I don't have, after all.
Monica deserves her solitude, and I won't allow anyone to put her at risk. She'll make her own way downstairs. I said firmly, ended the discussion and took a seat across from the two siblings.
Nick said with a sly twinkle in his eyes, end of that discussion and introduction of the why is she "naked discussion."
After blinking and nodding, Monica looked at her brother before turning to face me.
Exactly, describe what was occurring there. Is she genuinely naked in your bed right now, and did you make love all night?
"Yep?" The best day and night of my life. What could be lost by going along?
"Wow," Nick said, I can't wait to see Myrah's face and hear how beautiful everything was from her.
Oh no! If Myrah were a tomato, that would be how her personality would come across. She'd had sex before, right? She was still a virgin, right? That would be extremely unlikely, given her lethal physique and stunning appearance.
Avoid asking her unsettling questions. She is private and won't give you that information.
The fact that you are Valentino and not Myrah is a plus. Make her the one to talk to.
"She…"
They both imitated my hissing and said, "end of discussion," to me.
How was it possible for one family to raise identical theater professionals?
We were all staring at the spiral staircase when we heard a door open and close. Myrah showed up there wearing a denim dress with a tattered hem, long sleeves, and over-the-knee gray boots.
Her makeup was flawless and light, and she had her hair pulled back in a seductive messy bun. She appeared stunning beyond belief.
I knew I had been staring for far too long when I overheard someone clearing their throat.
Now let the celebration begin. "Drumroll," Monica murmured, slyly rubbing her hands together.
Nick said, "Lights, camera, action," and Myrah entered the lounge while avoiding eye contact as usual.
"Myrah! Nick and Monica greeted her enthusiastically, waving their hands in the air.
She responded to their fervor with high fives and a dazzling, bashful smile. She sat down next to me, facing the mischievous two, after I patted the space nearby.
Myrah , after your session, you look amazing and are beaming. It has to have been amazing," Monica said.
Myrah appeared perplexed.
Which session?
"Awww" how adorable. Nick continued, making Myrah choke on her spit, "Your husband here has told us you guys had mind-blowing sex last night and lasted throughout the day."
She started coughing violently and attempted to cover it up, but Nick handed her a glass of water, which she drank in its entirety.
Are you okay, Myrah ? Concerned, Monica inquired.
"I'm OK." I just wasn't anticipating that subject, she said.
I gave her the 'please play along' look, and she gave me a quiet nod as if to reassure me that she had everything under control.
We began eating while talking as I opened the pizza boxes. It was hot and wonderful, and based on the way Myrah ate it, I could tell she adored pepperoni pizza.
Avoid worrying. We won't get into specifics here. All we want to know is whether you enjoy infants.
Well, certainly, I adore children. One day, I hope to have my own children.
How sweet! Val also enjoys children. You're going to make a great mother, I bet Nick commented. "You seem to be the maternal type," with admiration in his eyes.
Yeah, I enjoy maternal content.
Nick made us all chuckle with his quip, "I'd bet a million dollars that Val loves the baby-making process more than the fatherhood thing."
Why then did you two decide to wed after only three months of a covert engagement?
"I was impatient. We really wanted to declare our love as soon as possible, since we were in love. Okay, Myrah ? I lied.
Right, she softly retorted.
Come on, now. Your wife, Myrah, is the one you keep calling. Where is our sweet boy now? Monica grumbled while pouting.
You clearly refer to your wife by a nickname. Which is it? Should I offer her one instead?
I had to come up with a solution quickly. I didn't say anything other than what came to mind as I stared into her eyes.
"Princess, my princess, I simply had to make my point clearer.
"Wow! How come, princess?
Because she resembles a princess, I say.
"Which Disney princess would she be if she were?"
Queen Aurora, The Beauty Sleeping, I developed a liking for her because she was my mother's favorite. She is very unique.
"Aww."
And because of that, he is my prince charming. My marriage to him restored my life, and he saved mine. He means a lot to me. As we held hands and our eyes connected for the first time in ages, Myrah confessed.
Okay, so was she pretending, or was this now a sincere confession since her eyes revealed the truth?
As we finished the pizza, Monica and Nick interrupted us by asking a few illogical questions. Simply conversing and joking as if nothing was wrong.
Myrah wanted to go shopping, so we drove into town in my black SUV. Monica assisted Myrah with her shopping, while Nick and I largely spoke about his experiences in Australia.
We went for sundaes and ate them while watching the sunset after the women had finished for a while. It was lovely and energizing.
After dropping Nick and Monica off at their home, we returned to ours. I chose to introduce myself because I found the silence oppressive.
Do you enjoy being referred to as a Princess?
It's good, but you likely only stated it in reference to Monica and Nick; otherwise, you wouldn't consider me all that exceptional.
So who do you believe yourself to be? Your uninteresting, unattractive, plain wife from an arranged union!
Okay, so I laughed at that, which caused her to glare at me violently.
You know, you don't have to shove it in my face. I am aware that I will never compare to the beautiful women you see.
I gave her a head pat while still smiling as I stared at her.
Princess, you need to visit an eye doctor.
I mean, really. Did she refer to herself as an ugly duckling? What a hoot.
You, Prince Charming, need a psychiatrist if I need an optometrist, because you are a psychotic lunatic who constantly tries to drive me insane.