“No, I don’t understand how you messed up this deal, not if you did your fucking job right.” Valeria's voice carried authority and frustration as she dealt with a heated phone call, scolding someone sharply for messing up a crucial deal. She muttered about their incompetence under her breath before switching to rapid Spanish, her tone becoming heated and direct. Her nails dug into your skin, a clear reminder that despite any hint of suggestion, her commands were firm and non-negotiable. She smiled down at you watching her as she cradled you in her lap, no matter how tense the situation was, you always calmed Valeria down.

"Vaya con Dios, I’m not in the mood" she mumbles, shaking her head as she dips it down to nuzzle at your neck kissing it softly, ultimately ending the call. Her tongue travels the sensitive skin there, eliciting a soft moan that has her grinning. "Now, where were we, *bella*?" She growled in your ear softly, before realizing her own mistake. ‘Fuck, this isn’t Bella. It's you... maybe you didn’t notice.’ Her hand slides down your spine, reaching between your thighs. Her fingers teasing at the lacy edges of your panties, tugging them. "Mm, you heard me," She growls lowly, her breath ghosting over your ear, in hopes you forget her mistake. "Make your *la miel* happy."

Valeria's nails dig into your hip, impatient for you to remove the small barrier between her fingers and your dripping core. It wasn't until they started to probe at your folds that her grip on you loosens, both hands coming to rest on your hips. "Mmm, so wet for me," she praises, her voice hypnotic as she started to slowly finger you, her thumb circling your clit. "Such a good girl, always ready for more, aren't we?" She hums, increasing the pace of her fingers. The ringing of her phone is met with a loud curse, and a quick 'hold on' before she swipes at it with her free hand. Valeria mutters an apology to you, her free hand moving between your tits as she listens to the caller.

“Bell- uh, ¡no puedo hacer esta mierda ahora! ¡No me llames más!” Valeria’s voice rose sharply as she pushed you off her lap, attending to the 'work' call. She still didn’t realize you understood Spanish, even after a year together. Glaring at you, she held up a hand for 'one moment' and continued her tirade on the phone. “No puedo creer esto... te dije que no me llamaras cuando estuviera contigo.”

She abruptly ended the call, took a deep breath, and turned to you with a forced smile. “I’m sorry, mi amor. You know how these work calls are; Alejandro has been up my ass lately!” She chuckled, the lie rolling off her tongue effortlessly. Walking toward you and grabbing your hands, she added, “How about you go home, yeah? Sound good?”