Chapter 7: Teamwork 1

After three rounds, I found myself laying down sore in a guest bedroom. Enrico provided me some plan B and some water before he carried me into the guest room, which I appreciated. After that, he went into his closet and brought me out a large shirt that came down to my knees.

I was fortunate enough to have Enrico carry me into this room because I was too sore and sensitive down there to walk.

Enrico knew more about my body than I did. He knew exactly what spots to hit and focus on, which drove me insane. Not to mention his incredible stamina. I could tell that he wanted to go for a fourth round, but had held back after seeing how exhausted both my body and I were.

That was something I subconsciously thanked him for.

I was also hoping that I would be able to rest tomorrow. Enrico sure did push my body tonight, but it was pleasurable.

I'm on the verge of passing out. My body was aching for sleep, and that's exactly what I'm going to do.

Before closing my eyes, I stretched my sore limbs and buried myself in blankets.

Finally at rest.

...

Groaning, I rolled over and put a pillow over my ear. All I heard was ringing. It would ultimately stop ringing, but would then ring a couple more times, signaling that someone was phoning me. I grunted.

I had no memory of taking my phone into this room.

I sat up in bed, wincing at the slight discomfort I felt down there. Ignoring the soreness, I looked over to discover my phone vibrating and ringing on a desk.

Someone is going to get it.

To get my phone, I stretched my arm as far as I could. Once it was in my hands, I picked it up and looked at the caller ID.

Luca.

As I answered the phone, I took a deep breath and put it on speaker.

"Finally, chica! What took you so long?" Through the phone, Luca practically yelled. I sighed.

"Luca, it's like," I opened my eyes as I checked the time, "it's 12 o'clock," I muttered, completely confused.

"It's 12 p.m., which surprises me because you're a morning person!" He exclaimed.

If Enrico got me to sleep in this late, he surely done a number on me.

Luca screamed into the phone. "Enrico fucked you up, girl!" He bursts out laughing.

I smacked my forehead and laughed quietly. "He really did, Luca. I can barely walk, and not to mention I'm sore and sensitive, and it's only Saturday!" I almost screamed.

"How am I going to make it to Sunday alive?" I asked, causing Luca to burst out laughing.

"That dick must be good if it has you worried about if you'll be living tomorrow," Luca joked onto the phone.

"It was more than good. Can you believe he has a dick piercing?" I told him, which got him to stop laughing.

"A dick piercing?" He laughed again as he remarked, "His strokes probably sent you to heaven and back."

Is he just going to laugh about the whole situation and not help me get out of this mansion?

Someone cleared their throat before I could say anything. I closed my eyes and prayed to the big man above.

Please don't let it be Enrico.

I moved my head slowly and noticed someone I didn't want. Enrico.

He had a smirk on his face, as if he had heard our entire conversation. I lowered my head and closed my eyes. Fucking hell.

"How was his head game? I need specifics, Vale," Luca said, and I snapped my gaze back up to Enrico, who had begun to laugh. I sighed and returned my attention to my phone.

"Luca! Enrico estaba escuchando toda nuestra conversación! Estoy tan avergonzado, que te devolveré la llamada." I hung up without even giving Luca a chance to react.

I sighed and returned my gaze to Enrico, who was amused by everything. I wished I could wipe that cocky grin from his face.

I lowered my gaze to check his attire. He was shirtless, revealing his abs and tattoos on his chest. He was dressed in low gray sweatpants that made me feel some type of way.

No, not now, Vale. You wouldn't be able to take it.

"I came to check on a phone that kept ringing, only to hear a very interesting conversation." Enrico spoke up and walked over to me.

As I let out an awkward laugh, a deep red blush covered my cheeks. He looked down at me with a raised brow.

"So I guess I did quite good last night?" With a smirk on his face, he added. I sighed and hid my face behind my hands.

This is not about to happen right now.

"I guess," I muttered the first thing that came to mind. I removed my hands from my face and returned my gaze to Enrico, who was frowning at me.

"You guess?" He reiterated what I had said. "I guess I'll just have to work harder today, hm?" He asked.

He grabbed my hands and yanked me out of bed before I could respond. I winced as I moved one of my hands away from Enrico's and onto my lower stomach.

He laughed. "That is, if you can handle it."

Enrico took a step back and began walking towards the door to leave, but he came to a halt and turned around. "Also, you sounded sexy when you spoke Spanish." With that last remark, he exited my room and shut the door behind him.

I groaned again, my face flushed with embarrassment.

After taking a few deep breaths, I look around and saw that Enrico had left my bag, which Luca had packed. I thanked him quietly because I needed this to be able to freshen up.

I approached the bag and unzipped it, only to discover that Luca has packed almost all of my lingerie. I let out a slew of curse words.

Valentina, why didn't you question it when he wanted to pack your bag?

Deep down, I had a feeling he'd do some shit like this. I inhaled deeply once again and tossed the lingerie to the side. There were actual clothing on the bottom, which made me relieved.

I took out a two-piece white fluffy set. The top was a crop top, and the bottoms were a pair of shorts.

The material was soft and comfortable, which was exactly what I needed right now. For after my shower, I grabbed a lace bra and panties to go with the outfit.

Once I had my clothing ready, I exited my room and headed to the room next door. A bathroom was located right next to my room.

I put on the hot water and waited for it to warm up as I went through each bathroom drawer looking for a towel.

I didn't want to call Enrico in the bathroom naked because there was no towel.

After a few minutes of searching, I came upon a towel rack. I smiled.

I can finally take a shower now.

I took a step into the hot water and sighed as the water struck my skin. I could already feel the tension in my legs dissipate.

Now I can see why women take baths after sex.

I stood in the water for a few moments,

allowing myself to completely relax. Following that, I grabbed a body wash container that was left out in the shower and used it without a care for who it belonged to.

I squeezed a glob of body wash into my hands and thoroughly washed my body with it. After I completed washing my body, I washed off the soap residue.

After that, I took my hair out and rinsed it under the water. I didn't bother to wash it because I had already done so before I arrived. Under the water, I massaged my head and allowed my beautiful curls cascade down to my waist.

When I felt refreshed and clean, I switched off the water and grabbed my towel, drying myself off. As I stepped out of the shower, I was entirely dry.

I rewrapped my towel around myself and exited the restroom, returning to the room I was staying in. When I got there, I closed and locked the door to my room, not wanting to take any chances.

I tossed my towel aside and began putting on my underwear and bra. When I finished putting on my garments, I put on my two-piece set, smiling as the lovely fluffy material brushed against my skin.

Digging through my bag, I retrieved my deodorant and perfume and applied them both.

When I felt and smelled nice, I left my room, hoping to find the kitchen. Enrico was the last person who sprang to mind. I only wanted to eat.

'Valentina, you're a fatass.' That was what my intrusive thoughts were chanting.

Considering this house is a mansion, I got lost. However, I did not give up. I was hungry and needed to find the kitchen.

After approximately five minutes of being lost, I finally found the kitchen. I grinned, knowing that my hard work paid off.

I decided to prepare a meal because it was lunchtime. I began searching each cabinet for any pots and pans I would use to cook my meal. I settled on paprika chicken with white rice and broccoli as my meal.

I grinned as I took out each ingredient.

This was something I had missed. I missed cooking and couldn't wait to get back into it once I finished school.

Once it was sliced and seasoned, I put the chicken in a pan with butter and turned on the burner. I'd flip them after a few minutes while keeping an eye on the rice and broccoli.

My dish was cooked and ready to eat in about thirty minutes. I took out a plate and a fork from one of the cabinets and piled some chicken, rice, and broccoli on my plate. I took a picture of my plate when it resembled Gorden Ramsey's dish and sent it to Luca.

Luca was a big fan of my cooking, but too bad he couldn't eat any of it. I let out an evil chuckle.

I sat down in one of the kitchen seats and began preparing my first bite. I grabbed some chicken and served it over rice with a small piece of broccoli. As I took it to my mouth, my fork was taken from my grasp.

I turned around to see Enrico standing there with a smirk on his face, eating the bite I was about to take.

I frowned as a result of this. I haven't eaten a home cooked dinner in a long time, and when I finally did, someone steals my first mouthful.

He chewed and swallowed my food. His smirk had faded from his face. He wore a concerned look on his face.

"Why are you frowning?" He questioned, as he sat down alongside me in the chair.

My eyes were squinted. "You literally stole my bite, dude." Granted there was more food left over, he took food from my plate. If you can't tell, I don't mess around with my food.

He shrugged his shoulders and said, "Food tastes better when it's not yours." I had to roll my eyes at this. What the hell?

I explained to him, "I made extra food in case I wanted seconds or if you wanted food."

His facial expression softened a little before standing up and making his own plate. He sat down near me and ate quietly once his plate was filled with food.

Well, we both ate quietly.

My food had been devoured after roughly five minutes. Enrico laughed at me as I licked my plate clean. I shook my head and shrugged my shoulders.

Eh, it's not like he will see me again.

After I was done being greedy, I picked up both Enrico's and my plate. On the way there, I picked up the dirty pots and carried them to the sink. All of the dirty dishes were placed in the sink.

"Your food was amazing." Enrico said, making me smile. "You really know how to cook."

I shifted my gaze back to Enrico's. "I agree with you, my food is amazing. However, I got my talents from my mom." I stated this with a big grin on my face.

He strolled up to me with a half-smile on his face. He took a rag and began drying each dish I had washed.

Teamwork.

When we finished cleaning up the kitchen, Enrico had promised to give me a tour. Even if I was only here for one more night, knowing my way around would be useful.

We began in the kitchen because we were already there. He showed me around his walk-in pantry, which I had no idea he owned.

Following that, we went through the living room, bedrooms, baths, balconies, pool rooms, game rooms, gym, and library.

Last but not least, he saved the finest for last, which was his office. That seemed to be his best room, which confused me.

The office was quite large. On the far end of the room, there was a couch, and on the other side, there was a desk. There were two chairs in front of the desk and one chair behind it.

This room reeked of paper and Enrico's masculine scent. I rolled my eyes and gave him a blank stare.

"Is this your best room? I think the library is the best out of all rooms," I informed him. While making his way towards me, he offered me a sarcastic look.

He told me flat out, "This is the greatest room in my house because this is where I'm going to fuck you."

My eyes widen as a result of his bluntness, and a blush appeared on my cheeks.

He grabbed my throat when he got close enough. "Don't think I forgot about you rolling your eyes at me just now."

"What did I say last night, Valentina?" he questioned me, his other hand rubbing my cheekbones.

"Valentina, answer me." He tightened his grip on my throat when I gulped but didn't respond.

"It's only when I'm getting pleasure that I should roll my eyes," I said, and he smirked.

"Was that so difficult, hm?" I shook my head when he asked.

"No." I said, which led him to hum.

"I still think that you deserve a punishment, no?" He questioned, making my pussy tingle with need. I just opted to be good because I didn't know what to say.

"Yes, Enrico," I told him. "I deserve a punishment."