Valentin
Valentin felt his eyes slowly closing as he struggled to focus. Then someone slammed something on his desk. He snapped his eyes open to be face-to-face with his fiancée and future bride. She was glaring down at him with her golden eyes. Her long black hair was swishing around by her waist.
“Did you even hear anything I said?” she snapped.
Valentin rubbed his eyes. “No, I’m sorry. I—”
“I know I’m not your first choice,” Bella snarled, cutting him off. “But could you at least act like it.”
“What do you mean?” Valentin snapped back. I gestured towards where she was crowding his desk. Her shirt skirt was riding high up on her thighs. It was a sight that previously would’ve sent a shiver down his spine and a jolt to his c**k. But now, since her, he was merely annoyed.
“You haven’
