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I WAS DRESSED LIKE A... WHORE.Although no woman had the class, style and innate elegance that emanated from his wife's every move.She was more of a high-class escort.It took Kairos Constantinou a few seconds to focus on the red silhouette descending in front of him.God... That wasn't the strategy he expected his wife, an impulsive and passionate woman, to implement.He hadn't been surprised when his private detective informed him that he had located Valentina and that she would be attending the party Kairos was holding on his yacht that very night.Valentina had always been the life of the party...
I WAS DRESSED LIKE A... WHORE.
Although no woman had the class, style and innate elegance that emanated from his wife's every move.
She was more of a high-class escort.
It took Kairos Constantinou a few seconds to focus on the red silhouette descending in front of him.
God... That wasn't the strategy he expected his wife, an impulsive and passionate woman, to implement.
He hadn't been surprised when his private detective informed him that he had located Valentina and that she would be attending the party Kairos was holding on his yacht that very night.
Valentina had always been the life of the party at Milan celebrations.
Cheerful, sensual; Kairos had decided he wanted her the moment he saw her. From the moment Leandro, her brother, had pointed out who she was.
She was the best incentive Leandro could have offered to get Kairos to consider the alliance. Kairos would enter the exclusive world of Conti dynasty alliances, and she would land a wealthy husband.
Except, after a week of marriage, he realized that his wife was nothing more than a trophy.
She was an emotionally intense, vulnerable and impulsive woman.
And the best proof of this was that nine months ago she had abandoned him without saying a word.
Valentina was accompanied by women engaged in the oldest profession known to man. They weren't street prostitutes, like some of her former friends, but escorts.
And among all the women, the one dressed most provocatively was Valentina, who wore a gold chiffon dress.
The dress had a low neckline, leaving her tanned shoulders and arms bare. It also highlighted the breasts he'd fondled, kissed, and licked as she writhed beneath him.
Seeing the smiles she gave the men at her side, including her friend Max, while she gesticulated and told them about some adventure, he froze.
The distant attitude that had always served as his armor was his only defense.
That was pure desire. Physical desire. Nothing more.
He still wanted her desperately because she was Valentina, and despite her explosive temper and childish tantrums, he couldn't stop thinking about her.
He needed her as a wife for a few months. And then he'd forget her and cut her out of his life.
If Valentina Conti Constantinou had thought that Kairos, her husband, had come to her yacht to arrange a romantic encounter between them, he dispelled that idea from the start.
The fact that she had been accompanied by Nikolai, her photographer friend, was annoying enough, especially since she was surrounded by escorts and men who expected them to entertain them.
Valentina squared her shoulders, asked Nikolai to join her for the evening, and began flirting with the Russian investors who had come to the party. It was the only thing she knew how to do. She might have lived without anything for months, but she had class. Years of practice playing the role of a woman of the world, well-versed in fashion and politics.
Although no woman had the class, style and innate elegance that emanated from his wife's every move.
She was more of a high-class escort.
It took Kairos Constantinou a few seconds to focus on the red silhouette descending in front of him.
God... That wasn't the strategy he expected his wife, an impulsive and passionate woman, to implement.
He hadn't been surprised when his private detective informed him that he had located Valentina and that she would be attending the party Kairos was holding on his yacht that very night.
Valentina had always been the life of the party at Milan celebrations.
Cheerful, sensual; Kairos had decided he wanted her the moment he saw her. From the moment Leandro, her brother, had pointed out who she was.
She was the best incentive Leandro could have offered to get Kairos to consider the alliance. Kairos would enter the exclusive world of Conti dynasty alliances, and she would land a wealthy husband.
Except, after a week of marriage, he realized that his wife was nothing more than a trophy.
She was an emotionally intense, vulnerable and impulsive woman.
And the best proof of this was that nine months ago she had abandoned him without saying a word.
Valentina was accompanied by women engaged in the oldest profession known to man. They weren't street prostitutes, like some of her former friends, but escorts.
And among all the women, the one dressed most provocatively was Valentina, who wore a gold chiffon dress.
The dress had a low neckline, leaving her tanned shoulders and arms bare. It also highlighted the breasts he'd fondled, kissed, and licked as she writhed beneath him.
Seeing the smiles she gave the men at her side, including her friend Max, while she gesticulated and told them about some adventure, he froze.
The distant attitude that had always served as his armor was his only defense.
That was pure desire. Physical desire. Nothing more.
He still wanted her desperately because she was Valentina, and despite her explosive temper and childish tantrums, he couldn't stop thinking about her.
He needed her as a wife for a few months. And then he'd forget her and cut her out of his life.
If Valentina Conti Constantinou had thought that Kairos, her husband, had come to her yacht to arrange a romantic encounter between them, he dispelled that idea from the start.
The fact that she had been accompanied by Nikolai, her photographer friend, was annoying enough, especially since she was surrounded by escorts and men who expected them to entertain them.
Valentina squared her shoulders, asked Nikolai to join her for the evening, and began flirting with the Russian investors who had come to the party. It was the only thing she knew how to do. She might have lived without anything for months, but she had class. Years of practice playing the role of a woman of the world, well-versed in fashion and politics.
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