A Touch of Sin |18+|

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ALANI

"You're just living the dream, aren't you?" Silvana's voice travelled through the phone and she let out a long sigh. "I'm so fucking jealous."

I chuckled, holding the phone between my shoulder and ear while I applied lotion to my legs. I was fresh out of the shower, covered in a small white towel with my hair tied into a low bun.

"Kind of."

"Kind of?!" she asked and I could imagine the shocked look on her face. "I wish I was in Barcelona right now. Instead I'm stuck in this apartment listening to my boyfriend and his roommate play video games."

We had been in the beautiful city of Barcelona for at least three days—exploring and trying a vast amount of food. It was everything we needed, and the past few days had been the breath of fresh air that we craved. We did sightseeing, visited museums and art galleries and had afternoon naps in our villa. A literal dream.

Valerio speaking Italian was hot, but Valerio speaking Spanish to the natives was the next best thing.

According to him, the languages were similar and that's why he caught on quick enough. In my own opinion, I just figured that Valerio was oddly good at just about everything.

The past three days were the best three days of my life, but we were both exhausted and in dire need of a peaceful evening that consisted of just us two and a television.

My body ached for it and I was planning on getting into it as soon as Silvana hung up the phone.

"Aren't you supposed to be working?" I asked, moving onto lathering the rest of my body in the lotion. Valerio was laid down on our large bed, right in the middle and from the expression on his face, I could tell that he was impatient while waiting for me to join him.

I smiled, shaking my head at my clingy boyfriend. He rolled his eyes and moved to lay on his side, his upper half bare and his legs covered in a grey sweatpants. I stopped myself from staring at the tattoos on his back and shoulders, almost failing but I turned around and held the phone in my hand.

"I am," she said. "But Diego gave us the week off. Apparently there's an infestation of something. Are you enjoying your vacation? Does your sugar daddy treat you good?"

"Stop," I laughed. "He's not my sugar daddy."

At the sound of the last two words, I was sure I saw Valerio's ears perk up. He lifted his head to look at me in the mirror, a cheeky smirk on his lips.

I glared at him, and his smirk turned into a low laugh that had my glare hardening. Undeniably, he would have loved to be called my sugar daddy but I cut that off right there. Valerio nodded his head in agreement and I mouthed at him to look away from me.

He chuckled, settling his head back onto the pillow.

"He laughs like he is," Silvana commented. "But fine. If you say so. All joking aside, you're okay, right? You're safe?"

"I am," I said, smiling while I attempted to fix my hair with one hand. "I swear."

"Okay, good," she said, finality in her tone. "I just wanted to know."

The sound of two men screaming in the background had Silvana letting out a frustrated groan. "Can you hear that? I have to go, Alani. Have a good trip and I'll see you whenever you get back."

"Bye," I greeted. "Good luck with whatever that is."

"Thanks," she murmured. "I'll need it."

With another goodbye, I hung up the phone.