Valentina pov.
What the hell have I done?!
That was the first question that hit me as I woke up in Alexander’s bed, naked and disoriented. The events of last night flashed through my mind in a haze, and I couldn’t help but wish for the ground to open up and swallow me whole.
No, no. It couldn’t have been real. Last night had to be one of those absurd wet dreams I sometimes have about him. I didn’t really have sex with Alexander. I didn’t act like some desperate, uncontrollable mess, begging him for his touch, exposing myself in such a humiliating way. I couldn’t have.
“Fuck, Alexander… please,”
“Look at you, acting like a damn slut right now. Is this what you wanted? You want me to touch you like this?”
“You’re close? And I’ve barely even done anything yet,”
“Oh my God, just shut up already and fuck me!”
“Stop thinking about it!” I gasped, slapping myself across the cheek in a desperate attempt to erase the sinful memory from my mind. But no matter how hard I tried, every word, every plea, and every damn thrust kept flashing through my mind.
What did I do last night? What on earth came over me? I groaned in frustration, running my hand through my hair. It was beyond embarrassing. How was I supposed to face Alexander now? I didn’t even know how he would react after everything after I’d actually came onto him like a dog in heat last night .
“Juilian, that fool. If I get my hands on him, I’ll strangle that bastard!” I muttered, narrowing my eyes in a glare at nothing in particular, cursing myself for always finding a way to get into trouble.
I should have known better than to listen to Julian. The guy was basically a magnet for trouble. Hell, the first time I met him, he was in some sort of argument with a girl in the bathroom and used me as a shield.
Sigh. Just great. I rubbed the bridge of my nose, groaning as pain pulsed through my body. I didn’t dare look at myself in the mirror. I was probably a mess.
Knock. Knock.
The sound of knocking broke through my thoughts, and my eyes widened as I turned toward the door, my heart hammering in my chest.
Shit, was that Alexander?
I hurriedly reached for something to cover myself, but before I could, a voice came through the door.
“Good morning, madam. Please get dressed so we can come in.”
Martha?
When I didn’t respond, she spoke again, her tone calm and professional.
“Madam? Are you still sleeping? Is something wrong? Should I come in?”
“Of course something’s wrong, Martha. Didn’t you hear all that noise last night? I’m sure that bastard made the girl faint because, honestly, that screaming could cause an earthquake . Let’s just go in; she could be on the verge of death by now!”
“Master Daniel, you can’t just barge in like that. What if madam isn’t properly dressed?” Martha responded with an exasperated sigh at Daniel’s choice of words.
“What?” He laughed, brushing off her concern. “You don’t have to worry about that. I’m a doctor, and I’ve seen worse. Plus, I’m not attracted to women-” He stopped, clearly taken aback by his own words, then cleared his throat before continuing. “Anyways, let’s just go in.”
Just then, the doorknob began to shake, but before they could enter, I shot up from the bed despite my aching body and hurried to the door, slamming my weight against it to block them from entering.
“Ow! My nose, I think my nose is broken!”
Oh my God! That was too close.
I pressed my hand to my chest, my eyes fluttering shut as I tried to steady my breathing.
“Madam?” Martha’s voice was soft, but I could swear there was a hint of amusement in it. I shook it off, quickly locking the door shut before scrambling for my clothes scattered on the floor. Since my panties were torn, I decided to tuck them under the bed, promising myself I would retrieve them later when no one was around.
“Y-yes, I will open the door in a bit! I’m so sorry,” I called out, hastily slipping into my clothes as embarrassment surged through me.
“What about my nose?! M-martha, it hurts!” Daniel cried out.
“Sorry, Master Daniel. I’m sure, being a doctor, you’ve seen worse than a bleeding nose,” Martha responded, her tone laced with slight mockery.
“B-bleeding, wait I’m bleeding?!!”
I tuned out their voices, focusing on adjusting my shirt, running my hands through my hair to smooth it down, trying to avoid looking like a mess.
Taking a deep breath, I turned toward the door, hesitating for a moment. The dignity I had discarded last night suddenly made its presence known, smirking as if it had been waiting for me to let it in.
Dammit, I shouldn’t feel embarrassed, right? Alexander was my husband, and we had sex last night. No big deal. Lots of married couples do that!
I nodded to myself, puffing my chest out before turning the lock and opening the door, letting Martha and Daniel in.
The moment they saw me, they froze, their conversation halting abruptly. Their heads snapped toward me, eyes widening in surprise. Almost immediately, both of them opened their mouths in shock.
W-why were they staring at me like that? Was I really that loud last night?
Martha’s eyes twitched as she scanned my body, and Daniel’s mouth twisted into a sneer, blood trailing from his nose to his lips.
“T-that bastard is really a beast. He basically marked the girl!” he muttered, his voice barely audible, but I heard it clearly.
I stood there, confused, trying to process his words. Marked me? What the hell was he talking about-
And then, it clicked. My eyes widened, and before I could think, I rushed to the mirror, stopping dead in my tracks as I stared at my reflection. When I tell you my jaw dropped to the floor, I’m not exaggerating because, what the hell? My entire body was covered in literal bruises and hickeys!