Page 123 of Sinful Games

"Valeria, just spill?—"

"It’s Dve."

A shocked breath escaped my mouth, and I opened it so wide that millions of flies could've found refuge in it. I froze, unable to process her revelation.

"Dve?" I finally managed to sputter.

Valeria nodded slowly. "Yeah, it's Dve."

I blinked rapidly, my thoughts spinning.

"Alexsei's Dve?" I asked again, raising an eyebrow. "Dve as in the man who’s famous for his two-second performance in bed? That Dve?"

I recalled the first time I met Dve two years ago at Igor’s office. My father had asked me to drop off some documents, and I encountered Dve outside the room, engrossed in a boxing game on his phone. Despite his imposing stature—over 6'3"with wide shoulders and big biceps—he seemed surprisingly nice and a bit shy. He mentioned that my father was waiting inside, his voice so soft I almost didn’t hear him.

Weeks later, a few days after my wedding, I asked Alexsei what his name was, and he told me "Dve" as in the number Two, because for his first time with a lady, he only lasted two seconds. The nickname stuck, and everyone calls him that. Poor thing.

"Well, more like two hours with me, darling, but—" Valeria's remark interrupted my thoughts.

My eyes widened even more, and I couldn’t help but laugh at her comment.

"Wait! How… When… What?" I stammered, trying to formulate a coherent question.

Valeria gave me a wide smile. "I know, it’s surprising. We didn’t plan for this to happen."

I was completely speechless. I wonder if Alexsei knew.

"What do you mean?"

She continued to walk around with my son, the rhythmic motion soothing him as he fell asleep in her arms, his lips parted with little snorts escaping. "Well, I kinda lied to you, but don't freak out," she confessed.

I stood up too, taking our cups and heading to the kitchen to put them in the sink. My brows furrowed. "Okay, now I’m totally gonna freak out."

Valeria chuckled nervously, biting her lip. "We've actually been dating for a few… months now."

"WHAT?" I gasped, my hand flying to cover my mouth to stifle any sound. I didn’t want to wake my son. Or worse, scare him. "What?" I repeated in a hushed tone, placing my hands on my hips.

"I know," Valeria said, approaching me and taking myhand. "Please forgive me! We just wanted to see if it would lead to something or not, and?—"

Confused, I crossed my arms. "Wait… how did you two even meet?"

Valeria paused, a mischievous smile tugging at her lips, though her eyes betrayed a hint of guilt.

“Valeria…”

"I don’t think that really matters?—"

"Valeria," I interrupted her, my tone sharp as I fixed her with a piercing stare. "When did you two meet?"

She gulped, her expression shifting nervously. “When he held me at gunpoint on your wedding night…”

I stayed silent, my eyes nearly popping out of my head from shock.

Oh gosh, that’s true—I had almost forgotten. But wait… she’s dating someone who held her at gunpoint? Seriously? We really aren’t the smartest duo.

“Then we saw each other again at your son’s baptism, and it just… clicked.”

“At church?" I asked, utterly bewildered.

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