Chasing The Vengeful Villainous Heiress-Chapter 117: We were all ladies

Valerie stood in front of the big mirror in the boutique, staring at the beautiful blue gown she was trying out.

"Wow, you look great in everything." Mariam said and Valerie glanced over her shoulder.

"You’re here?" She said and turned around. "How have you been these days? I didn’t get a chance to thank you the last time we met and..."

Mariam raised her index finger to stop her from saying more.

"Let’s leave work to work and dresses to dresses." She said and smiled. "Besides, if I was as petty as my brother, I would’ve asked for a reward." She said and stifled a laugh. "But I’m not like that."

"Thank you."

"Hm," Mariam looked at the dress. It was bright blue.

"This isn’t a color I would usually wear but Max insisted and..." She covered her face. "He said red would be too flashy."

"Why, of course." Mariam walked around, scanning the dress at all angles. "If you wore red then you would definitely steal the show." She raised her gaze, "Although, even with this light color, you’re still more than capable of stealing everyone’s attention. But it’s better than a sharp red." She smiled.

"Well, it can’t be helped." Valerie said and started walking towards the mirror again. "So, have you decided what you want to wear?"

"I saw a dress." Mariam said, sitting down with her gaze wandering to the surrounding dresses. "It’s pretty and long and... Pink. Haha." She laughed. "I don’t know if it’ll look good on me though." She crossed her legs. "Pink’s not really my color, you see."

"Well, blue’s not my color either but it’s working out fine, as you can see." Valerie said, causing Mariam to roll her eyes.

"Please, you’re the epitome of beauty. Everything fits you perfectly. You and I can’t be compared with the same shoes." She said.

"And you’re not?" Valerie had her eyebrow raised in wonder. Mariam shook her head and looked aside. "Looks to me that you don’t know how pretty you are."

"Hm, I’m just that." Mariam said.

Valerie went silent. Mariam was Max’s only sister, which meant she had the same blood flowing through her veins as Max. And that included traits. Did she not realize that she was one of the prettiest girls in the country?

Valerie may be the one topping the charts but Mariam was not far off. She was just young but even while young, she already had it all. She looked way better than those grown ladies acting as models and actresses.

"Is something wrong?" Valerie asked, taking a seat next to her and Mariam looked away.

"Why do you think something’s wrong?" She asked, still looking away to avoid eye contact.

"You’re right. I don’t know." Valerie said and got up. "I’m just making silly assumptions." She shrugged. "But, I can tell you’re exhausted so let’s get out of here and grab something to eat."

Mariam stared at her for a while and then gave out a little laugh before nodding.

She thought Valerie would ask further but she acted like she didn’t care.

’She acts so differently that I almost forgot she doesn’t really pry into other’s business.’ she thought, getting up as well.

She watched the attendants as they helped Valerie zip down the dress and shook her head.

’In my opinion, she was just being considerate by not asking further.’

"Are we done here?" Max asked, walking in through the door.

He raised his gaze to find Valerie standing on display with only her underwear on.

His face twitched and he did a quick survey of the room. His eyes traveled to every corner of the room and then closed it.

"Ah, to think my wife was on display for all of you to see." He walked in and approached Valerie.

"I’m just changing." Valerie said, but that did not stop Max from doing what was on his mind.

"That so?" He stopped in front of her and looked up at the attendants who were holding her clothes. "Well, I would like to have a moment with ’my’ wife for a moment so can you give us a moment?" He requested with a ’friendly’ smile.

Mariam shook her head in pity and sighed.

Her brother was at it again.

"We’ll give you two spaces but try not to be too loud." She muttered as she walked past them.

The attendants followed after her and closed the door.

Once they were gone, Valerie looked up at Max. He didn’t look mad but didn’t look happy either, so why did he sound a bit sour?

"Are you also an exhibitionist, wife?" He asked, slowly trailing his fingers up her arm.

"Not at all." She answered, flinching at his touch.

"Then why were you on display?"

"I was getting changed." She said.

"Then, why didn’t you do that in there?" He pointed at the dressing space behind the curtain. She glanced over then and back to him.

"I didn’t think it was necessary." She said and he tried his fingers up to her neck, lightly caressing her skin and she twitched.

"So you decided to change in front of others?"

"We were all ladies. I didn’t think it mattered."

"What if one of them was a lesbian?" Max suddenly asked out of nowhere. Valerie blinked, surprised.

’Christ, how could I have thought of that?’ She thought and shuddered. "So, you were jealous of a few girls seeing my body?" She asked, raising her arms to wrap around his neck. "Is that it?"

"No one other than me is allowed to see your body." He declared and she smiled.

She leaned in, got on her tiptoes, and kissed him lightly on his lips.

"Rodger, Captain." She smirked.

Max gave in to this provocation and took her hand, led her behind the curtain, and closed it.

"You’ll have to take responsibility for riling me up." He said and pressed her head forward, locking her lips to his in a rough kiss. She moaned over the kiss as she felt his hand exploring her body and grabbing onto her breasts.

"Hmm..."

She barely had her eyes opened but when she felt him tracing his fingers down to her entrance, her eyes widened in shock.

Was he really planning to do it there? Her eyes went towards the curtain.

There was no one out there and they were behind the curtain but what if someone came in and heard them?

She’d have to keep her mouth shut.

"What’s the matter?" Max asked, slowly inserting his fingers inside her. He grinned over her struggling expression. "You look like you’re having a hard time."

"What is...ngh... someone comes in?" Valerie asked, gripping his clothed shoulders.

"Then they can be our listening audience." He said.

’He won’t let anyone look at me but he wouldn’t mind them hearing me moan? I have one twisted husband.’ Valerie thought, and Max locked lips with her again.

Max took out his fingers, stared at the dripping liquid all over it, and snickered.

"Look at this, Wife. It’s like you’re begging to be fucked."

"Stop saying crazy things and put it in already." Valerie rushed him with a flushed face. What was he doing showcasing her pussy juice? "We don’t have much time."

"Why is that?" He asked, taking out his cock and pressing it over her entrance.

"It’s because..." She started breathing steadily, getting ready to accept him. "... I’m hungry."

"Well, in that case," he grabbed her thighs and lifted her off her feet.