Erica seethed with fury, and jealousy as she caught Valentino lusting after Anastasia's helpless form. "You're supposed to screw her, not gaze at her with adoration," Erica spat, her voice venomous, her eyes blazing with resentment.
Valentino rose, his face twisted in frustration. "I never thought I'd be doing this to her again, especially with the memories still fresh." He hissed, his words dripping with malice. "She's been avoiding my touch."
"That's precisely why I had to drug her," Erica urged, her impatience palpable. "We must execute our plans before she regains consciousness."
Valentino's desire shifted towards Erica, his eyes burning with passion. "Let's indulge in each other first," he whispered, unzipping Erica's jeans.
Erica's hands halted his, her gaze locking onto his. "I've missed you too, but we must prioritize. You need to screw Anastasia." Her voice was firm, her resolve unwavering.
