Page 19 of Never Have We Ever
Valeska both wanted to kiss him and stab him in the thigh with his own pen. Well, she didn’t get anything from his death if she caused it, so kissing him it was.
“What is it,mon chou?Didyou have a nice lunch with your sister and mother? You were doing that today,oui?”
“Ja.” She slid across his desk until their legs touched. André glanced between his wife and his lap. “Daniela is down for her nap. My mother and the nanny are downstairs.”
André continued to look at her expectantly.Waiting for me to tell him what the problem is. That’s all a wife is good for, right?Valeskahated to admit it, but more often than not that’s why she interrupted her husband in his office. She needed money to buy something for dinner. The driver was sick and couldn’t take him to his meeting. His mother was on her way for a surprise visit from Paris. Daniela was sick and needed to go to the doctor’s.Valeskawas sick and needed a doctor. Surely, there were better reasons to interrupthim.
“And?”
Valeska braced her hand against the desk, pushing her chest toward her husband’s face. “AndIch liebe Dich.”
André smiled. He knew that much German.I taught him.Valeska could be a good tutor too. “J’taime,my beloved.”
“Do you?” Valeska may or may not have intentionally untied the front of her wrap dress. She was so insistent on wearing them even in fashionable Monaco, thatsome of the other wives at the charity society saw her as an inspiration and were convinced she had started the new trend. Again. One of Monaco’s most well-known tailors insisted on designing three dresses for her to wear around town. She had worn one that day. Cobalt blue with white flowers. A print that could only be found in certain parts of Italy. “Do you know thatDu bist mein Leben?”
Ittook him a moment to realize what she said. “So you still can’t read my letters?”
That annoyed Valeska enough to send her down onto her knees and instigate the next phase of her haphazard plan.
“Ah. Maybe you can.”
Valeska grabbed his tie and caught his attention once more. “Do you really love me, André?”
He cocked his head as if he couldn’t make out what she really wanted. “Do you thinkI lie about something so serious? Of course I love you. You are my wife and the mother of my child. Why would I not love you?”
That wasn’t a real answer. Valeska almost didn’t care.
“You must know that I love that look on your face.” André expressed not a hint of surprise when his wife unzipped his trousers, determination taking over her countenance. “The same one you gave me on our weddingnight.”
He was flaccid. As if that deterred Valeska after five years of marriage. “You like your women infuriated with your attitude?”
“What women? Just you.”
How dare he, honestly? As if Valeska didn’t know. As if she didn’t know the truth.
Frustration was often accompanied withotherkinds of frustration. Valeska hated herself for getting aroused whenever heated with her husband in otherways. What started as oral sex filled with tentative teeth grazing his tender skin and sending a million warnings to his idiot brain soon turned into Valeska’s dire urge to pleasure her husband. Because she loved him. Because she wanted him to be happy. Because he made her happy, both in and out of the bedroom, as long as she stopped obsessing over things she could not control.
Look at me, André.She never once broke eye contact. He would see her own truth in the depths of her eyes. Her truth as his wife, as the woman he entrusted with his genetic legacy, and the woman he should never, ever dare to try.
Why did it turn her on so much?
Fuck me. I’m a weak loser.She almost told him that in her native tongue once he was hard enough to ride in his chair. Even so, Valeska still refused tobreak eye contact, even though her husband closed his eyes many times. Neither one of them closed the blinds on his office window. Who gave a fuck if someone on their fucking yacht or flying low in a helicopter saw a married couple getting it on in their own home? Not Valeska. She almost dared the world to pap her, even though Monaco was one of the safest countries in the world when it came to thepaparazzi.I want these pictures plastered all over social media. Show those sluts who dare to fuck my husband that I will always be the best.
She hated how hard those thoughts made her come.
