At that moment Valentina stopped mid-step and turned back sharply, fire blazing in her eyes. Her heels clacked against the pavement as she stormed toward Damon without hesitation.
"You didn't hear me the first time," she said coldly.
Before Damon could even blink, her palm landed hard across his face
"slap."
And again
"slap."
Right across both cheeks.
Damon's head jerked slightly with each hit, the second one leaving him frozen, stunned, and wide-eyed, a silence fell around them, thick with disbelief.
Even Damon, bold and arrogant as he was, couldn't hide the shock spreading across his face.
"You disrespect my husband again," Valentina said, her voice low and shaking with control, "and I swear I'll slap you again. Over and over."
At that moment in time Damon blinked, slowly lifting a hand to touch his cheek.
Some people nearby paused, confused by the scene. But Valentina didn't care who was watching.
