42. Ambrose

Chapter forty-two

Ambrose

I 've been around the world and seen nearly every major sight. But nothing, and I mean nothing, can compare to the sight of Valerie laying in my arms freshly fucked.

Her hair is sprawled across the pillows, the golden hue of the morning sun making her golden locks appear even more caramel than usual. Her lips slightly parted with soft snores escaping them. Her body wrapped up between the sheets and me, taking up more space than necessary on her already small double bed.

Then there's that fucking scar. I bend down and kiss it gently, anytime I've touched it, now included, she immediately starts to stir awake as if her body stores the trauma right there in the scar.

My kisses turn more and more sloppy as I move away from the scar and up towards her ear, as I feel her stirring increase.

"Good morning sweetheart," I say next to her ear and she can't even try to hide the smile that spreads across her face.

"Good morning," she says, her voice laced with sleep and slightly hoarse from screaming. I smirk at the thought, after the paint ordeal we followed it up with one round in the shower and another sleepier round somewhere after midnight .

"How'd you sleep?" I start kissing her again, this time trailing down towards her chest.

"Like a baby, until I was rudely awoken by your dick poking me in my side."

I chuckle against her skin, actually, it's more of a genuine laugh. It's the first time in a long time I've woken up and felt genuinely content and happy. I lay down on her chest allowing my full weight to rest on her.

"Ambrose," she groans, struggling to try and lift me.

"Feeling sleepy," I mumble.

"No c'mon you big baby," she squeals when I pick her up and flip us over so she is lying on top of me. I gently brush a strand of hair out of her face.

"You look beautiful." I pull her in for a kiss.

"Shut up," she smacks my chest. "I know I look like shit."

"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder," I smile, watching her soft features turn a deeper shade of red one by one, causing me to chuckle. "After all of this, I can still make you shy?"

She buries her head in my chest.

Her doorbell sounds throughout the house and she lifts her head with furrowed brows. "Are you expecting someone?" I ask and she shakes her head.

"Karyn's only supposed to be back on Wednesday when my papá gets discharged."

I nod and she shifts off me so I can get up. I pull on my underwear when I hear a chuckle behind me.

"Nice scratch marks," she says and I turn to look in a nearby mirror. My entire back is covered in them.

"You would swear I broke into a cat shelter last night." I feign irritation and throw my T-shirt on too. Behind me, I can hear her fiddling and when I turn around she's in a fluffy robe.

"I want coffee," she smirks and follows me down the stairs .

When I reach the front door I look out through the peephole but see no one. I unlock the door and check outside. I don't see anyone in the vicinity of the house, only the black security car on a post outside. I do find an envelope on the floor and a foreclosure sign on the front door. " Cazzo," I sneer and rip it off the door.

"Who was it?" Valerie asks when I enter the living room. "What's wrong?" She immediately switches to alarm when she sees my expression.

"This was taped to the door, and this on the mat." I hand her both pieces of paper and watch as her eyes widen in horror.

"Fuck fuck fuck," she whispers as her fingers thread into her hair and she pulls at it.

"Hey, come here. What's going on?" I ask and pull her and the papers into my lap.

Tears run down her cheeks and she silently cries staring at the page along with what I assume is the notice in the envelope. "I fucked up, I was trying my best but I think I fucked up, Ambrose."

"It's okay, whatever it is we'll figure it out, just tell me exactly what's going on, Val. I can't fix it if I don't even know what's going on." My eyes plead with hers. She's scanning mine and I can see how apprehensive she is to tell me the extent this goes.

"I had everything covered until the second surgery, but then complications arose and he had to stay longer," she breaks down further. "There wa-was more phy-physical therapy, another fucking trip to the hospital and the bills were flying in from every direction."

I pull her into my chest. "Breathe, it's okay," I whisper.

"I maxed out every credit card I could get. The cheques you gave me went straight to paying them off, and then they wouldn't see him without another payment, so I took out a second bond on the house. Since my parents had paid it in full, it should have been enough. But then he got sick and now I don't have enough to pay them back."

She weeps and I don't know whether she's crying for her father, herself or for the entire situation .

"Sweetheart, you did the best you could, I just wish you told me sooner about everything so I could've helped you sooner," I say, kissing her temple.

"I let my pride get in the way, and now I have no idea what to do. I can't stand being indebted to anyone anymore, not even you Ambrose." She looks up at me with huge eyes that are drowning in tears and just like that I'm putty in her hands.

"Just let me help you and we'll worry about everything else later. Let me settle all the debt so they stop hounding you, sweetheart." I plead with her. I know it's a big ask. This is the kind of money people work their entire lives to see, and I'm well aware that I could drop it right now without even feeling it.

"Ambrose, I don't think I'll ever be able to pay you back," she frowns.

"Okay then let's make a deal, I'll pay it all and you'll pay me back by letting me give you multiple orgasms every single day," I smirk but the frown on her face remains.

"But that doesn't even benefit you."

I groan and roll my eyes. "Valerie Farina, please for the love of all that is good in this world, please let me help you. I don't want anything in return. Even if somewhere down the line you hate my guts and want to end all of this, I won't hold this against you. Just let me help you." I rest my forehead against hers.

I know it must be difficult with everything that happened with her ex, to trust someone with such a large amount but when I hear her sigh, relief floods through me.

"Fine, but only if you tell me why you were at the hospital to see my dad without me." I try to hide my surprise at the question, not having a single idea where she could've figured it out. "I heard the blonde nurse discussing it with her coworker, and about how hot you are." She rolls her eyes.

"Are you jealous sweetheart? Is this why you held my hand when we left?" I smirk down at her gripping her chin to face me.

"No I-I wanted to," she tries to hide her face.

"Oh, sure, sweetheart…whatever you say."

"No, but seriously," she smacks my arm. "Why did you go see him without me?"

"He wanted to thank me for helping you get him to the hospital and that he's grateful you found someone amazing like me." I smile broadly while she sits still with a serious expression. I start chuckling and pull her further onto my lap so she's straddling me.

"My, oh, so humble boyfriend." She rolls her eyes and gives me a quick kiss. Then another, and another. Soon the innocent pecks have morphed into a full-blown make-out session.

The doorbell rings through the house again and we both sigh as another interruption breaks us apart. "I'll check this time." She says hopping off me.

Seconds later, she sprints into the living room. "It's Antonio, hide."