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If there is anyone Anastasia hates, it’s probably her ex-wife, Montana.
And right now, she’s sitting right in front of her in this ridiculous gala her family arranged. Montana is invited, of course. She's someone everyone loves. Anastasia scoffed and almost rolled her eyes. Montana is a great pretender.
Montana Elowen Valentine. Such a mouthful of a name yet the only name she allowed to be linked to hers. Allowed. Past tense.
“I hate that you use that mouth in a useless thing.” Her ex-wife almost purr. Montana knows how to get her. She knows Anastasia will bend. Sweetheart, not today. Or ever.
“Oh, darling, want me to show you how I use my mouth...” Anastasia looked at Montana's lips before landing on her eyes. “...usefully?” She smirked at her. Montana knows she's not bluffing. She lived with her enough to know Anastasia don’t joke around.
It’s almost easy to miss how Montana gulped but Anastasia's eyes are trained to check people’s body language.
She study them and Montana’s is her favorite.
“You talk but not bite, Amore.” her voice still has that hint of a sass she always seems to carry. They were in this stupid charade. A play. No one knows how it started, but heck does Anastasia enjoying pissing Montana off.
“Did you already forgot how I bite, Valentine?” Anastasia folded her arms in front of her and leaned a bit. Her dress is sliding a bit lower. There, there. I got you where I want you, Valentine. “Do you want me to remind you how I bite then?”
Still hate her but damn did she enjoy looking at Montana's face whenever she’s pissed the fucked out.
Montana glared at her. How adorable. “Didn’t know you became a vampire over time. I thought you’re just a robot.” She took her champagne glass and brought it between her lips. “Good to know you’re still all over me.” Then Montana licked her lower lips with her tongue. She’s so full of herself. Anastasia hate her with passion.
“And you still like that red remembrance I always leave on your neck.” Her lips twitched. That almost made her smile as she remember how Montana would not cover her neck that is full of remembrance form whatever they did. Her face will always look mad. Eyebrows are clashing with each other. But most of all, Montana looks almost proud of it.
“Hmm. Maybe you should change your lipstick shade, then.” Montana's fingers traced her slender neck. “But then again, why would you?” Then, her fingers went to her cheeks. Anastasia's eyes didn’t mean to follow it, but it still did. “It’s not like you’re allowed to kiss me again like you used to.”
Montana showed her her hands. It’s bare. The old gold band is nowhere to be found. “We’re divorced, remember?”
“And that’ll stop me because?” Anastasia tilted her head a bit before standing up. She looked at her, “If I can remember correctly, you didn’t stop me earlier.” She tapped the mouth of champagne glass before pointing at Montana's neck that has a red blurry tint.
“Goodbye, darling. Don’t punish yourself for requesting a divorce.” She smirked and went to the stage to give a speech.