“About last night...” she paused shyly. Damon was curious. “What about it? What happened last night?” “You know... I was hoping you would mention it,” she said again, avoiding his eye contact. “Mention what?” Damon replied, even more confused yet determined to know. Angela stared down, heartbroken. So he is really going to act like he has no idea what I’m talking about? I wonder if he was trying to avoid the subject or if he genuinely didn’t remember, but how? Was he drunk? Maybe it was better to let it go if he didn’t want to talk about it. Virginity isn’t that special anymore, so why should I expect him to see it as a gift? “Talk to me, what happened last night?” Damon's voice cut into her thoughts. She sighed and gave him a small smile. “I was thinking about you last night... I am happy you are here with me now.” Damon smiled. “You are beautiful, Angela. To be frank, I can’t seem to get over you ever since I set my eyes on you. I was so jealous that I did things I wasn't proud of. I am sorry I acted like a jerk. You are so beautiful it’s insane.” Angela blushed and looked away from him. “Tell me a better lie.” “I can live without you.” Damon smiled. She burst into loud laughter. “That’s a good one.” “You are very cute and kind, and you are just different,” Damon said huskily, drawing her attention back. Angela stared up at him, her throat suddenly dry. She gulped hard. “You... are very handsome too,” Angela replied. The room was getting hotter and hotter. She closed her eyes, pouting her lips. As Damon leaned in to kiss Angela, the door to the room flew open with a loud bang. Antonio stood in the doorway, his face contorted with rage. “What the hell is going on here?!” he shouted, his voice booming. Angela and Damon froze in the spot and turned to him. Fear gripped Angela; she had never seen that look on his face. He looked like he had just woken up from a horrific nightmare. His hair and shirt were a mess. Is that a red wine... blood stain? “Antonio.” Angela gasped in fear then gripped Damon's shirt. He looked at her in surprise. “Damon, please just pay him a hundred thousand bucks. I will explain later.” Angela snapped in tears, but Damon was too confused to understand. “What... what are you saying?” he replied, but before Angela could say any further, Antonio rushed over to Damon, striking him with a vicious punch to the face. Damon reeled back, blood dripping from his nose. He glared up at Antonio with furious eyes, but his head felt dizzy. He knew better than to engage in a fistfight, so he stayed put. Antonio's one hand gripped his neck tightly. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he snarled at Damon. “How dare you...” He raised his fist for a second punch, but Angela grabbed hold of it, standing on her tiptoes. “Enough! Don’t hurt him,” Angela sobbed. Antonio’s eyes stabbed her hand on his arm, then to her wet face. He released Damon and grabbed her by the arm, dragging her out of the room. Angela looked back at Damon and saw him trying to stop his bleeding. She struggled, trying to free herself from his grip, but his hold was too strong. “Let me go!” she screamed, panic rising in her chest. Antonio ignored her, pushing her down the hall and out of Damon’s mansion, ignoring the looks on the faces of the maids and servants. Finally, they reached Antonio’s master room, and he threw open the door, pushing Angela inside. “I can see you are strong enough to lock lips against anything with a dick!” he growled, his voice low and menacing. “That’s not true, we love each other.” Angela cried. “Love? You think that scumbag loves you?” he scoffed. “Yes, and I know he does! And I love him too,” she snapped bravely. Antonio’s nerves kicked off. A slap landed hard on her face; Angela gasped, holding her cheek. “Have you lost your mind? Yelling nonsense at me? You have forgotten your place here. I have been soft towards you, and you think you are anything special!” Angela was crying like a baby now. “I am tired of everything! Kill me already. I don’t get to be with my family? I don’t get to do the job I love... my life was perfect, and now I don’t even have a life anymore... how did my life end this way?” Antonio hissed and grabbed her by the hair, throwing her on the bed. “I have had enough of your silly behavior... and sob... this is the end of it!” He started unbuttoning his shirt. “Why are you so concerned about the man I am with? We are not even real. What is your fucking problem?” Angela cried loudly. Antonio smirked, his eyes sharp. He pulled the shirt off his body and grabbed her neck tightly. “Stop, that hurts.” Angela winced. “Behave yourself if you don’t want to beg me to kill you. Do you think you are worth more to me than a mere object of satisfaction? I won’t hesitate to get rid of you. You are replaceable. Do not think of yourself as invincible because I have treated you differently from others!” He released her; she fell on the bed coughing. She watched him in tears as he pulled off his pants. I really got on his nerves. What am I going to do...? Why can’t Damon fight for me... at least listen to me to save me from this horror? She thought. He pulled his pants down, his erection sprung up, big and huge. No matter how many times Angela had seen it, she kept having chills at the sight of it. It’s frightening? Is it supposed to be that big? She hasn’t seen many, but something tells her that it’s not supposed to be that big. This is definitely too much! “Where did he touch you?” he asked tightly. “Huh?” she sobbed. “I am asking you!” “We just kissed!” Angela snapped loudly. “I see.” Antonio laughed crazily, covering his face with his long fingers. “So he touched your tongue with his.” He leaned and grabbed her neck. “Did you enjoy it then?” He kissed her rough and hard, but Angela's lips were trembling, slightly open. “Open your mouth, what’s wrong with you!” he yelled and tightened his grip around her neck. Angela's eyes were pulling back, tears rolling down her cheeks. She forced her mouth open, and he kissed her deeply, tangling her tongue with his hot rasp one, slowly releasing the grip. Afterwards, he pushed her down to the bed, stroking his shaft. Angela coughed at the release, tears flowing down her neck. “I am so angry right now, it’s making me dizzy! I can’t wait to ram your slutty pussy like a freak.” He laughed out loud like a psychopath and grabbed her hair, glaring down at her. “Please, I am sorry... I am sorry, I know I offended you... my body is not ready for this.” Angela couldn’t help but beg for her life. Antonio grabbed her hair in a tight ponytail and leaned closer to her ears. “There is no need in begging, it can only arouse me even more. Get used to it, from now on this is how I will treat you.” Antonio whispered, then pulled her face to his groin. “You know what to do. Be careful not to bore me. I am already in a foul mood,” he said, pressing her face against his big shaft. It felt so heavy against Angela's cheeks—the length was bigger than that of her small face. “Well, what are you waiting for?!” he yelled at her.