Episode 7

"Do not dare touch me!" Valentina hissed through clenched teeth.

"Set aside your anger, I am going to calm your desires," he said, removing his pants.

"It's not when you want! I'm the one who decides!" Valentina rose to her feet, but she didn't count on Alexander taking her into his arms, and then kissing her – literally – which took her by surprise.

In the way he kisses her; with desire, with lust, wrapping his hands around her waist to draw her closer, not even letting her breathe because the kiss is so consuming.

Valentina, although melted by that kiss, musters her strength and pushes him away, then wipes her lips as if disgusted by being kissed by her husband.

But to Alexander’s dismay, she slaps him more, and that was enough for Alexander to grab her again and carry her to the bed, where he pins her down and climbs on top of her.

"What’s wrong with you!?" Valentina struggles, but he holds her hands and has her crucified, and to make matters worse, her breasts are exposed to him, and he doesn't hesitate to look at them – "Let go of me, Alexander!" she orders, agitated.

"No. It turns out my wife has been very naughty today, and I’ll make her pay for all the trouble she caused me," he replies.

"Rot in hell! This is nothing to what I want to make you pay for!" Valentina tries to break free, but she can’t.

"Really? Then... we'll play," Valentina is not pleased by his words.

"No, Alexander! Don’t you dare!" she warns him, seeing how he approaches, feeling his breath on her chest – "Curse you! You’re a degenerate! I don't want to be with you!"

"Is that so? We’ll see..." he trails his tongue slowly along the line that bisects her breasts, which bristle and harden – "Didn't you say I make you feel nothing?" he scoffs, fully aware of his actions.

"Go to hell!"

"We will go together, dear wife!" he smiles wickedly, and she has never seen him like this.

Alexander Williams licks and suckles, but she represses her desires, continuing to try to get free.

"Let yourself go!" he urges her in a soft whisper right in Valentina's ear.

She closes her eyes.

"You're right," she says provocatively.

"To be honest, you hide so much," he kisses her neck sensually.

"Keep going," she gasps, and he grows more eager.

"I will make up for my years of absence," he returns to her lips to part Valentina's legs.

But she takes the opportunity to deliver a good blow with her knee to his erect pride, and she really hits him hard, making him writhe in pain, extinguishing the flame of passion.

"You're out of your mind!" he complains, his face flushed – "You've left me without children!"

"I’m doing you a favor!" she growls, standing up, and dashes to the bathroom.

"Valentina, wait!" Alexander tries to follow her, but Valentina is quick and locks herself in the bathroom, feeling so incredibly hot that she can’t help looking in the mirror.

Her lips are swollen from Alexander's demanding kiss.

"You're going to regret this, Valentina!" His roar makes her laugh alone as she looks in the mirror – "You're the one missing out!" She begins to dress with difficulty.

"I don’t need you!" She further aggravates Alexander.

"You'll have to come home; this won’t end here, I swear, Valentina."

Alexander Williams, very indignant, storms off. Valentina, sensing the door has closed, exits the bathroom, laughing uproariously.

Meanwhile, he needs to vent his anger, so he calls Lore. But she doesn't answer.

Sitting in his car, he pounds the steering wheel with frustration and looks towards the hotel, infuriated by Valentina's attitude.

The next day, Alexander stops working, and he is not in a good mood – a pity for his employees who have to put up with him.

He thought his wife would be there, always with breakfast ready, concerned about him, but no, the table is empty. Since he slept in a different room, he didn't realize Valentina didn't return home last night.

He frowns when he sees her enter, wearing a pale pink dress that hugs her body, black high heels, her hair well-arranged and wearing luxury glasses; she walks in like the lady of the house.

"What are these hours to be arriving, Valentina!?"

But she ignores him.

"Did you forget you have a husband to attend to?" Alexander is piercing with his gaze.

She removes her glasses.

"Oh right, I’d forgotten I’m married," she says with a mischievous smile – "hire a maid, because I don’t have time to cook for an inconsiderate man like you."

"So you’re not going to do anything around this house?" Alexander is outraged.

"No," is Valentina’s reply; she continues to ascend the stairs, but he hurriedly grabs her arm to pull her closer.

"Don't get smart!"

"No... I'm not overstepping; I am smart, so leave me alone," she puts on her glasses again, breaking free from his grip.

"To hell with it!" Alexander growls.

"That's right, off you go; you have plenty, plenty of work to do," she continues up the stairs without looking back.

"He really wants to work!" he smiles wickedly, remembering one of his suggestions – "You're leaving now, this very moment with me! There's a lot, a lot of work to be done."

"I have a very important appointment today, so no... I’m not planning to work today."

"Then when?" he huffs impatiently.

"When I damn well please!" she exclaims defiantly and turns to look at him – "you're wrong! I'm the boss!"

"That contract is also mine, by virtue of being your wife, it belongs to me, so don't come giving me orders because that doesn’t work with me, dear husband."

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