(THE TRUTH IS NEEDED)
The Monster didn't say a word, his suit was taken off immediately by another servant.
He walked towards his building, a smoking cigar clasped in his teeth and two hands tucked into his pants pocket, carrying himself like some kind of god. His height towering above every single soul.
Angela followed slowly like a lost puppy.
As soon as they got into the room, for a moment Angela was lost in a paradise, she wondered if he was just an actor or a secret Mafia. His generation were well known for badass wealth alright… but this is too much not to worry about. Too much riches exist under a single roof.
Now she understood why it was said that the Montero's are the most spoiled rich kids of their generation.
Antonio removed his tie and then he sat down on the couch, his legs crossed in a masculine manner, face buried in his phone.
Angela stood there unsure what to say and not provoke him.
She had to be careful as far as concerned, this spoiled brat isn't just an arrogant playboy as the world describes him or that Angel and the most handsome actor to the fan girls, he is more dangerous and more difficult.
She sighed heavily after thinking about it.
First she is yet to believe that she is actually in this mess, secondly..she can't wait to get out of this hell after the contract's over.
“Excuse me Mr Antonio.. I…
Before she could finish her sentence the door opened.
A middle aged woman with a broad smile came into the room. Followed by two ladies dressed in a maid's uniform.
“Young Master”.
They all bowed.
Angela looked curiously at them then back to Antonio.
“Get her prepared..”.
“Yes young Master”.
They chorused.
“Prepared for what?”
Angela muttered absentmindedly.
The elderly one, straightened up and walked to Angela.
“May I?”
Angela's heart was pounding hard nervously but the woman seemed to have a nice and sweet personality judging from her friendly smile and soft tone.
“May I know what I am being prepared for?”
A sound of smack was heard on the table, it made Angela and the female jump a bit in panic.
They all looked towards Antonio who had smacked the table with his fist, bruising his knuckles.
“Oh dear...”
The elderly woman gasped.
Antonio stood up and walked towards Angela, she took a little step back in fear.
“You asked way too many questions, didn't I warn you not to play stupid games with me?”
Antonio hollered.
Angela's heart raced nervously, she felt her eyes getting wet out of fear.
“I..I just want to know… what they are preparing me for”.
He got closer to her and grabbed her by the cheek, his hand pressing hard against his cheek bones, her face was smaller and his hand bigger, it felt like he could actually pluck her head out of his neck if he wished.
“And who the hell are you to ask questions after my order!’
He yelled at her face.
The door opened slowly, a maid brought Grandma Elizabeth into the room afterwards she bowed and left shutting the door gently behind her.
“What's the commotion about?”
Angela's wet eyes moved to the side slowly to look at Elizabeth, her face still held up in captivity.
But the unexpected happened.
As soon as she opened her mouth to say a word to Grandma Elizabeth, Antonio covered hers with his, slowly he caressed every part of her mouth, lingering over the softness behind her lips and sliding delicacy of her tongue, it was like he was sucking her breath off her.
Angela's eyes widened as she froze in shock, those tears that clouded her eyes started to stream down her cheeks uncontrollably.
The elderly maid and the other two female servants who came to attend to Angela bowed and left the room as soon as their feets could carry them.
“Have you been causing Angela trouble?”
“Of Course not Grandma! We are just sharing a kiss”.
He smiled broadly, his aura suddenly turn from a ruthless wolf to a golden retriever puppy. Angela couldn't believe this was the same man who almost plucked her head out of her neck.
Grandma Elizabeth arched her brow in suspicion.
“Right baby?”
He asked Angela and pulled her face to his grandmother, her cheeks still pressed with his fingers but a little softer than better.
Angela forced a smile, her cheeks puff with the pressure applied on them.
“Let go of her Antonio”.
Grandma Elizabeth instructed.
He rolled his eyes aggressively and did as told.
Angela tried not to panic or gasp, it will only attract Grandma Elizabeth questions, hereby trigger Antonio more.
“Dearie are you okay?”
She asked Angela.
She seemed to be very much aware of who her grandson was and had to hear from the horse's mouth.
Angela swallowed hard and nodded.
Grandma Elizabeth sighed deeply.
“Antonio I need to have a word with your fiance alone”.
Angela was still trying to catch her breath, her eyes followed Antonio till he was out of the room.
She was on an edge to burst into loud tears only if his grandmother wasn't present, her lips quivered uncontrollably.
“Angela”.
Grandma Elizabeth's voice whispered softly.
She looked up to the sad eyes of the old woman, they were wet.
Why?
Could it be that she got emotional seeing her breaking down?
Was she being obvious about it?
“Tell me the truth Angela… do you …love my grandson Antonio?”