Valentina pov
Two weeks later.
"Please, Alexander," I pleaded, my voice trembling as heat flushed my cheeks. My breath came in ragged gasps, and I tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer. "I need you... I need you inside me so badly."
A deep groan escaped him as his tongue teased me, his thick fingers curling inside, hitting the sensitive spot perfectly that drove me insane.
"Yes… just like that," I gasped, my head falling back in pure ecstasy. I moved against his hand, chasing the release building within me.
I was so close. So close that I actually saw stars. My toes curled as Alexander held my thighs firmly apart, preventing me from closing them.
"Hmm, such a good girl," he murmured, his hot breath fanning over my sensitive heat. "Cum for me—I want to taste all of you."
His pace quickened, fingers moving faster and harder inside me. A gasp tore from my lips as my grip on his hair tightened. My head fell back, overwhelmed by the intensity of my impending release.
"Alexander, I—I'm…"
Knock! Knock!
"I'm so close, Alexander… please–"
Knock! Knock!
I groaned, rolling onto my side and pulling the pillow tightly over my ears, determined to block out the relentless knocking. Waking up from this dream was not on my agenda.
A smile crept onto my lips as I muttered under my breath, "I need to cum, Alexander…" My words were soft, my mind lost in a haze of yet another vivid dream about him—the third one this week.
Almost there.
I was so close but then the knocking grew louder, shattering my blissful dream and jolting me awake. I frowned, burying my face deeper into the pillow in protest before sharply turning my head toward the door with a glare.
"Come in," I snapped before I could stop myself, and almost instantly, my eyes widened in regret as the door creaked open.
"Good morning, Madam Emily," Martha, the head maid dressed in black, was the first to greet me, offering a polite smile.
"Good morning, Madam," the rest all chimed in unison.
My jaw dropped as I stared at the rows of maids standing at the door, bowing to me as though I were some important figure.
I shot up and turned around, half-expecting to see someone standing behind me, but the space was empty. Still unsure, I pointed to myself in confusion.
"Me? But I'm not Emily," I said, tilting my head in confusion.
The maids simply bowed again, their smiles unwavering and natural, as if they were entirely accustomed to hearing such odd remarks.
And then it clicked.
"Aha! Right, my name is Emily, sorry I forgot!" I clapped my hands, as if suddenly remembering my own identity was some big revelation.
My God, no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't get used to that name. The name itself wasn't even the issue anymore—honestly, it was everything else.
It had been exactly two weeks since I woke up from my coma with no memory, whatsoever, of my life. And yet, here I was, expected to be someone I couldn't even recognize.
But it wasn't all that bad, because apparently, I was married to the most attractive man I'd ever seen, and I had an adorable kid named Felix.
That adorable little rascal—my new nickname for him—wouldn't leave me alone for a second. He'd wrapped himself around me like a little koala, clinging to my side no matter where I went. If I moved an inch, he was right there, grinning up at me with that mischievous smile that could melt anyone's heart.
Especially mine.
He was the exact replica of his father, with just a hint of resemblance to me—at least, I thought so. I sighed and touched my face. My face was yet another thing I couldn't quite get used to.
It felt foreign, but I couldn't complain. After all, the face was bewitchingly beautiful. Hehe, no wonder I managed to snag a man like that.
"Madam," Martha cleared her throat, pulling me out of my thoughts. I turned my attention back to the group standing at the door before straightening my back.
"Good afternoon," I said, trying to sound composed. But the sight of so many people standing before me just after I had woken up from such a dream made me uneasy—especially since I'd mostly been alone with Felix, with Daniel occasionally dropping by to check on me after I woke up.
Alexander hadn't shown up since that day, and strangely enough, a part of me missed him. Maybe that's why I'd been having those… vivid dreams about him.
According to Daniel, he was caught up in an important meeting in Russia. "Don't mind that bastard," Daniel had grumbled, rolling his eyes. "He's probably ignoring my calls, as usual. But don't worry, he'll be back soon enough."
"The master will be coming home from his business trip today," Martha said, her voice steady, "and he has asked us to get you ready to receive him, along with young master Felix."
As soon as the words left her mouth, my eyes widened and a smile spread across my face.
"Alexander is coming?! When is he arriving?" I asked eagerly, pulling the blanket off my body, too excited to stay still.
"He'll be here in an hour," Martha replied with a respectful nod. "We'll need to get you ready to receive him at the door, as you always did."
"I did?" I asked, raising a brow. She nodded again, and for a brief moment, I could feel the maids casting subtle, curious glances in my direction. Well, I didn't remember anything, so if she said I always did that, who was I to argue? Besides, I wouldn't mind welcoming my dear husband with open arms.
"May we come in, Madam?" Martha asked politely.
I nodded eagerly, hastily wiping the drool from the corner of my mouth before springing out of bed, yawning and stretching my arms above my head.
I was about to tell Martha that I'd quickly head to the shower, but before I could even part my lips, she suddenly clapped her hands together. Like a perfectly rehearsed formation, the maids straightened and began moving toward me in unison.
"Make sure Madam is ready. We have forty-five minutes to get this done—no mistakes," Martha commanded with authority.
"Yes, ma'am!" The maids responded in unison, their voices sharp and determined.
Hmm, I had a weird feeling about this.
"You don't have to help me—" I started to protest, but the way Martha raised an eyebrow made the words die in my throat.
From what I'd gathered, Martha had been serving in the Knight estate since Alexander was a child, which put her age somewhere in her seventies. In other words, she was practically a second mother to him. Though she carried herself with utmost respect and decorum, there was something about her—an unspoken authority—that made me feel like she wasn't an ordinary person.
"What I meant to say," I quickly amended with a polite smile, seamlessly changing my words, "is that I will gratefully accept your help."
Martha nodded in approval, and before I knew it, everything else happened in a blur. One moment, I was standing in my pajamas, and the next, I was dressed in a tight-fitting gown that hugged my body, the hem grazing my legs. My feet were slipped into heels that clicked with every step I took.
As we stepped out into the hallway, I was about to ask Martha if this was really the kind of attire I wore every day. Don't get me wrong, it felt familiar, especially with how effortlessly I moved in the heels, but it wasn't something I truly liked anymore. After weeks of lounging in sweats and t-shirts, this felt too... formal.
"Martha…" I started to ask, but before I could finish, my words caught in my throat, and I froze mid-sentence. My eyes widened as I took in the sight before me.
I hadn't been outside my room in weeks, as Daniel had insisted I rest. It wasn't the grandeur or beauty of the mansion that left me speechless. No, it was the sight of heavily armed men and women, rifles slung over their shoulders, moving like shadows through the halls. Their watchful eyes scanning every corner.
A cold shiver ran down my spine as my mouth fell open.
What. The. Hell.