Chapter 23
Chapter Twenty-Three
Kaden: I need another picture of your tits.
Valentina: I refuse to keep sending you pictures of me.
Kaden: Then jump on a call so I can see you fuck yourself. Knowing that you do that every morning thinking about my cock has me semi-hard all day long, and let me tell you that’s not good while I’m training—or playing.
Valentina: You’re blaming me for throwing off your game?
Kaden: If you’ve watched, I’ve done a great fucking job.
Valentina: I have been watching—no penalties, no fights with your teammates or the opposing team. Look who’s being good. Are you wanting a prize?
Kaden: I don’t want a prize, baby. I want you. And I want to see you come undone for me.
Valentina: Not happening.
Kaden: Then I’ll settle for another picture. Send me one of you on your knees, tits bare, fingers in that pussy—showing me exactly how much you need me.
Valentina: You’re out of your mind.
Kaden: No, I’m fucking desperate, Val. You’ve been teasing me without even trying. I’ve been semi-hard all goddamn day, thinking about those gorgeous tits of yours bouncing while I pin you down and take you apart.
Valentina: I told you, I’m not sending anything. I’m at my parent’s house, in Maple Ridge.
Kaden: Where is that?
Valentina: It’s a small town close to Vermont. Very quirky, picturesque and all that. Imagine a holiday postcard but in real life. That’s where I’m from.
Kaden: Is that why your last name is Holiday?
Valentina: No, actually my father’s side of the family is from New York. Mom’s is the one that have roots in Maple Ridge.
Kaden: So the last name is real, not some made up shit?
Valentina: No made up shit. I don’t love it. It’s ridiculous to be named Valentina Heart Holiday.
Kaden: Are you serious?
Valentina: As a heart attack (pun intended).
Kaden: Why would they name you that?
Valentina: I was born in February, close to Valentine’s day. My sister Noelle was born the day after Christmas, hence Noelle.
Kaden: That’s strange, funny, and . . . endearing.
Valentina: I changed the last name when I got married but during the divorce, Steve claimed he needed his fucking last name back. As if that was so important. I know it was to screw me.
Kaden: Have I mentioned your ex is an asshole?
Valentina: A few times.
Kaden: What happened again?
Valentina: He said he stopped loving me. I was getting too old and he was falling for someone different. By different he meant someone in her early twenties, perky and naive.
Kaden: Fucker. You’re better without a manchild. You need a man. A man that treats you like a princess and worships you like a goddess in bed.
Valentina: Are you volunteering for the job?
Kaden: Baby, I’ll treat you like the goddess you are. Such a good girl—though I want you to be dirty too. A filthy little slut just for me. Do you think you can be that for me, baby?
Valentina: Kaden, stop texting me this.
Kaden: Fine. Then next time I see you, I’ll pin you against the wall, rip that cute little bra off with my teeth, and suck your nipples until you’re begging me to fuck you.
Valentina: You’re impossible.
Kaden: Impossible? Baby, you’re the one driving me insane. Every time you cross my mind—and let’s be honest, that’s all the time—I’m imagining how tight your cunt will feel wrapped around my cock.
Valentina: Kaden.
Kaden: What? You started this. You think you can send me one picture of those gorgeous tits and expect me not to want more? I need more, Val. I need all of you.
Valentina: I sent you that this morning.
Kaden: Yes, and that’s all I’ve had from you. Send me more.
Valentina: May I remind you that I’m at my parents’?
Kaden: Then later, when you’re alone, you’ll think of me—my hands, my tongue, my cock stretching you open—and you’ll come. And when you do, you’ll send me a message telling me exactly how good it felt.
Valentina: Goodbye, Kaden. And good luck in the game.