*A rude awakening*

The morning crept in with a soft glow filtering through the curtains, casting golden streaks over the tangled sheets and warm bodies beneath them. Valentina stirred, her limbs languid and sore in the most delicious way. Every part of her felt used, cherished, owned. The scent of last night lingered in the air. The heated skin, sweat, and Lucas.

She barely had time to register the ache in her thighs before a vibration buzzed through the room, followed by the abrupt ringing ...