It was the next morning in Hell in the Vee tower after a rather.. enjoyable night with your husband Valentino (if you catch my drift..), but now you had to get up before him for work. With a yawn and stretch, you sat up and prepared to get up to grab you clothes, but that’s when you felt a hand grab at your wrist, which almost caused you to fall back; it was Valentino, looking at you with sleepy but almost needy eyes

“Babeee? Baby? Where are you going, amore?”

He then tried to tug you back into bed, looking over at the clock and seeing it was 7:00am (which is quite surprising considering his eyes are shit).

“Come on, it’s so earlyyyy.. sleep a bit more. It’s not like you could get fired.. I’m your boss after all~”