Antonio stormed out of the room. As soon as the door shut loudly, Doctor Phil sighed deeply in relief. He stares at Angela with a frightened look in his eyes. “You have to fight my lady, I am going to die if anything happens to you..please you have to be okay..”. The doctor pressed his wet eyes then turned to the nurses. “Always check her up, I need to get my nerves together, I will be right back.” Damon rushed and gripped Antonio's collar tightly. “You fool! What were you thinking.. you spoiled brat you always get away with your bullshit.. toying with women and making them your sex slaves, you know very well that I am in love with her! How dare you hurt her!” Courtney's eyes widened at the confession. “So that's why he is so concerned about her,” Courtney said to herself. “Damon stop being a child. This is not the right time for this!” Courtney snapped, pulling his hands off Antonio. “Then when is the right time?! I need to teach this kid a lesson.” Antonio was staring down at Damon who was just a few inches shorter, without uttering a single word. “Just let go of it please,” Courtney pleaded. Damon cursed, he released Antonio’s collar and stormed out of the room. Courtney gazed at Antonio; he was staring blankly at Angela. Just then, two blondes walked into the room, Courtney was triggered seeing them. “What… what the hell are they doing here?” Courtney asked, forbidding the answer her brain was giving her. “Why not watch and see for yourself.” Antonio smirked and walked into the emergency room. Courtney watched angrily as the two blondes followed him and stripped naked. “He is not going to do it,” she muttered to herself. Antonio dropped on the couch in the room and closed his eyes. A blonde went on her knees and started blowing him. The sight of it disgusts Courtney. “What don’t you do your fucking business somewhere else? Maybe in your room, not here in the emergency room next to your victim!” Antonio’s eyes stabbed her at that instant. “You have forgotten so soon your place in this mansion and do you rather I fuck her in this state because I don’t mind at all?” “Disgusting brat!” Courtney cursed out in frustration and slammed the door shut. Antonio clicked his fingers; one of the blondes with him gave him a cigarette and lit it up. “Damn it, I need to fuck.” He gazed down at the girl blowing him, his sight blurred with the cigarette smoke. “Do better, don’t bore me.” He grabbed her hair tightly and moved her head by himself, smoking with the other hand. The second girl was giving her a shoulder massage. Just then, Doctor Phil walked in; he quickly glanced down after seeing what was happening. Antonio shifted his cold gaze at him. The doctor walked like a sacrificial lamb to the bed and checked Angela's pulse rate. “What’s her condition?” “We are trying our best to see if she can respond to treatment, sir.” His voice trembled. “I see,” Antonio replied tightly, releasing a cloud of smoke again. Suddenly the girl kneeling winced, having his whole shaft in the back of her, that it, she clenched her fingers into Antonio’s thigh in struggle. He pulled her out and dropped her aside before getting up from the couch. The doctor clenched his feet tightly by his side and his feet were cold. Antonio walked to him shamelessly naked from the waist down. “You are the 10th doctor in the Montero mansion, I am counting on you. You want to live, don’t you?” He grinned at the sweat-soaked doctor. “I … I … will try my best, sir,” Phil replied. “You know the right answer to a question.” Antonio grinned and walked back to his position. The doctor quickly rushed over to Angela, attending to her while Antonio, who was sitting in the opposite corner, watched him closely, his shaft thrusting in and out of the blonde’s wet cunt. ***Hours later*** Antonio was now seated at the window side, just two feet apart from Angela’s sick bed. The nurses are in the room helping the doctor and the blondes are gone. His phone rang. It was his manager Chloe. He ignored her and it rang again. “Don’t you know when to fucking stop!” “Mr. Montero, where are you, sir?” Chloe asked; the voice of a furious man was heard in the background. “What sort of question is that?” He sneered. “The producer and all the listed actors are already here to start shooting, you are the only one missing, please don't tell me you've forgotten, you agreed to this movie role.” Antonio cursed inwardly; he completely forgot about his work. “I can’t make it, tell them to get another actor, cancel my other schedules till further notice.” Chloe scoffed in disbelief. “What do you mean another actor…” He hung up. “Hello… hello..” Chloe pulled her phone from her ear in frustration. “That handsome son of a bitch.” She cursed. Antonio closed his eyes and groaned. “I am stressed, so fucking horny.” He opened his eyes and gazed at Angela. “This is all your fault, Freckles, you fragile bitch, you just faint and go unconscious over any slightest provocation, what will I do to you? I can't fuck you in this condition, fucking annoying.” He suddenly noticed a change in the room. The nurses were running here and there and the doctor was shouting at them to be quick in a panic. Antonio’s eyes widened slowly, his heart raced in a fast motion like crazy. He had never felt so alive before. He stood up in a quick movement and walked to the bed. His eyes fixed on Angela. “What the hell is going on here?” He inquired from the doctor who stood with his back to Antonio, talking to a nurse. Phil closed his eyes and cursed, then he turned to face Antonio; his hands were trembling, beads of sweat at the corner of his face. He opened his mouth but no word came out of it. “Have you suddenly gone dumb!” “My apologies, sir. We are.. trying our best, sir… we.. need to put her on oxygen.” Antonio laughed and grabbed him tightly by the neck. “You must be kidding; all I did was fuck her two holes.. why do you need fucking oxygen for?!” The wicked grin on his face was as tight as his hand around the neck of the doctor. “Please, sir, I can still save her.” The red-faced doctor pleaded, fighting for a breath. “You will.” “You fucking will!” Antonio released him. The doctor coughed a bit and went back to his business as soon as he could; the oxygen was brought into the room and he quickly began to fix it on her. Antonio smirked at the sight of the room in chaos, and then Angela lying down there unconscious. Suddenly his hands were shaking so much that it was a surprise to him. “The fuck am I nervous for?” He lifted his plans, staring at them in confusion then back to Angela. “Don’t tell me… it's because of her? I must be out of my mind to be that pathetic!” He instructed. The nurses nodded and watched him leave, their faces pale with sadness. “Doctor Phil looked very scared, I am scared too, what if she doesn’t make it.” The first nurse started a conversation as they removed Angela’s clothes to clean her up. “I have never seen the young master that way, he only visited the emergency room once, that was because of Grandmother Elizabeth,” the second nurse whispered. “She is his fiancée after all, he may be a heartless man, but I think he does care about her as much as he cares about Grandma Elizabeth,” the third added, the two others agreed. **** Two days later. Antonio went to the exclusive club with his friends. The music was blaring, the lights flashing, and the drinks were flowing. His friends were laughing and having a good time.
They were surrounded by beautiful women, each and every one of them dancing their best to get their attention. However Antonio's thoughts kept drifting to Angela, for some reason he wondered why it's taking her so long to respond to the treatments. "I hear you got yourself a new toy," one of his friends, Greg said with a smirk on his face, interrupting Antonio's thoughts. Antonio ignored him. "Well, it is true." Another friend of his, by name Justin replied Greg. He continued. "I heard some interesting complaints from his other toys, they said he treats her special and she is a brunette, not even a blonde. I found that quite interesting." "A brunette?" Greg laughed and eyed Antonio, who has been moody since they entered the club completely ignoring the strippers just him and his wine. "What's she like? Did she get our boy hooked?" Another named Arthur added. "I mean she definitely did, look at him, he looks like a man in love, dark circles and that miserable look on his face." Justin replied. Antonio scoffed. "Good joke." They all laughed out loud. "I know, I will get you with that one." Justin pointed. "But why a brunette though?" "Back then when he got engaged, rumours had it that she was just a teacher in a small town, I was offended on his behalf." Arthur commented then he signalled a certain stripper with a wink. "A teacher, you got to be kidding me." Greg laughed. "There must be something about her that folded Montero. Why not share..is she that special..? You always share..we all can take turn and fuck her. She got enough holes." Arthur added. "Be Careful, she is special to his heart." Justin replied. They all laughed. "Imagine Antonio falling in love, then men will definitely be able to birth babies some day." Antonio leaned back in his chair, a smug smile on his face. "You really want to know what's special about her," he said, his tone nonchalant. They all paused laughing and laid keen attention. "Nothing! She's a fake, you guys are so embarrassing, it's my grandma's choice, those plagues of a low life don't interest me, if anything she is like the others. They're just toys, objects for my amusement and sexual satisfaction." Antonio replied tightly and drank his wine. His friends laughed, clapping him on the back. "Well the fact that she is a low birth and you smashed her means she is interesting right?" Greg replied and others agreed. Antonio tried to keep his cool, Until now she has never been irritated by his friends' sexist jokes in fact he enjoyed them every damn time but this time, those brats are just irritating as fuck. "Well, why not convince us?" Arthur commented. Antonio forced a smile. "Convince you how?" "That you are serious about it, just like the rest of them..can we have a taste, maybe we can like brunette flavour again." Arthur replied. They laughed out.. Anthonio watched them, his chest tightening uncomfortably. Justin cleared his throat. "Guys..listen because of Antonio, I was hooked with blondes..Now, he is on a brunette diet..maybe I can give it a try..who knows." "We all feel the same, Justin." Greg replied. "I can remember from the viral blogs, her name is Angela." Arthur replied. "That sounds like she is begging for a fuck after all." Greg added. "I want to hear her moan…" Arthur added. "Cosplay as a sexy teacher." "She has some interesting curves too." Antonio gulped hard, drinking at each end of sentence, but never said anything. Their voices echoing in his head like some torment. He can't say if it's the drink or his mood. "How do you know, she got curves?" Greg asked Arthur with interest. "There's this Instagram account, posting her pictures I think, a fan page, check them out." Arthur brought his phone and swiped to a particular post and showed it to them. "Well! She's not looking bad after all, I just imagined her swallowing my cum." Justin said and stroked an imaginary shaft. "Thanks for this Arthur. I can now jerk off with her pictures, she looks innocent. It's rare to see such a look in a woman these days." Greg replied, staring at the picture. Arthur laughed. "You know since she's a teacher she might have less body cou…" he paused abruptly seeing Antonio's face. He nudged Greg who was seated beside him and their silence caught Justin's attention. Their glances were fixed at Antonio. The glass in his hand was cracked into different shapes, his hand bleeding, and he was staring down with a tight frown. "Antonio, are you okay man?" Greg asked concerned, his look was terrifying. "Why?" Antonio replied, not looking up. "Why what? Man what is up with you?" Arthur snapped. "Why do you all feel so interested in what's mine? I do share my bitches but she's an exception." He looked up to meet their faces. "An exception. Man, you said they are all toys to you, so what made her different?" Justin asked interestedly. "Guys, you don't get it. Antonio is in love this time I am not joking." Arthur pointed out. Antonio's heart skipped at that statement, his eyes wided the three gaze at her for his answer. His lips drew into a psychopathic grin, his dark eyes glint evilly. "You think I am that pathetic? How disappointing, I thought I had friends that understand me" He laughed hysterically. "If you are not then why are you so overprotective of her?" Arthur replied bluntly. Antonio's smile faded, he stood up with a blank expression on his face. "This conversation is done, I choose to share my bitches and I choose not to share my bitches anymore." He dropped some cash on the table for the drink and staggered away. The three watched him in silence until he was out of the door with his bodyguard. "Man, he is really down bad, and he doesn't even realize it." "Seeing him being so overprotective makes me wonder what she is like, I am so eager to know what is special about her that made him think she is worth protecting." Antonio got out of the club his bodyguard ran towards his Limo to open the door. Antonio got in the seat on the expensive leather seat, he cursed covering his face with his bleeding palm. His heart was racing like crazy and his head drumming. "Those fools! Bunch of animals, how dare they mock me". He gulped hard and breathed hotly. A picture of Angela came to his mind. "I am going to kill her". **** Angela opened her eyes and coughed. Devia was with her, her heart skipped at the moment then a smile lightened her face. "Oh my lady, you are finally awake". "Where am I? I can't feel my legs". She tried to get up. Devia rushed and helped her sit up using a pillow to support him. "You are in the emergency room, my lady, you've been out for four days. It's normal to feel weak in your legs". Devia said softly. Angela looked at her in tears. "Four days? Did I pass out?" "You are going to be fine my lady, we all will do our best to see you recover quickly". "Damon..did Damon look for me?" Angela sobbed looking around the house. "No..my lady but your fiance, young master Antonio, he has been around these past days, he was with you all night. Sometimes when he comes back in the evening he will come straight to check on you, you are not alone my lady. "Devia, please you must help me". She stated. "Anything my lady". Devia said attentively. "I want to go home to my family, I need to leave this mansion as soon as possible…" The door opened suddenly and Antonio stood at the door, surprised to see her up. His shocked eyes met with Angela's wet ones, he quickly looked away, avoiding her eye contact by all means. He pulled his tie and suit looking everywhere else but Angela's direction. Devia bowed and left the room.