“Da..Damon?.. You can switch the phone off,” Angela said slowly, too embarrassed to meet his gaze. “Why should I? It might be important. You don't have to ignore it because of me. I may be a jealous man, but I'm not a control freak. Answer the call. It's for you.” He grinned. Angela looked up at his face, searchingly, unsure if he meant it in a negative or positive way. “Alright,” she replied slowly and walked to the couch, pulling the duvet over herself to cover her nakedness. She picked up the phone and moved to the glass wall, where she could admire the beautiful city view and contemplate what to say. Night was quickly approaching, and the lights from cars passing through the city and the tall buildings were illuminating the scene. The view was quite different from that of their small town. The call came again, startling her. She blinked and quickly glanced back at Antonio. He already had a cigar clenched in his teeth, sitting on the couch with his head tilted back wearily. He looked angry, for sure. “Hello,” she said slowly. “Hello, baby, where are you?” Damon asked. Baby? She glanced at Antonio again. I hope he didn't hear that! She slapped her forehead and cursed inwardly. She hadn't told Damon that she was no longer in his life or that she was in a new relationship with Antonio. Damon still thought they were a couple; she hadn't broken up with him yet, and now she was getting involved with Antonio. What a sad, complicated life, Angela! How would she handle this? “I am… with Antonio,” she replied simply. “That's a good one. So… are there any positive results from spending time with him? Did you get him wrapped around your fingers and make him confess to you?” Angela bit her fingers nervously, hoping Antonio wasn't paying attention to their calls. Moreover, she had been the one to confess to him last night. Although his actions showed his feelings towards her, he hadn't directly confessed them. She held the glass wall, thinking about what to say. “Well, I…” Suddenly, she heard footsteps behind her before she could turn around. A hand pulled the duvet off her naked body. “Wha…?” Angela gasped in surprise. “Hello… what… you are yet to answer my question, baby,” Damon asked impatiently. Angela's eyes widened as Antonio pulled her hip up with one hand and began rubbing the head of a heavy shaft on her feminine lips. “I… did… AAAAA… please stop,” she cried. “Stop what?” Damon asked, getting frustrated. Antonio arched his brows and pushed into her. It went straight to her womb. Angela felt it fully inside her; she was so wet it went all the way in. This position was dangerous—it went right deep into her womb! Angela thought. She felt like she was instantly pregnant. It was so heavy; its presence was felt. “Baby?” Damon called. “Ahhhh… wait… yes… yes …” She reached back and tried to pull Antonio's hands off her waist, but he grabbed her hip higher, bending her lower. He was thrusting so roughly with that size of his; it was beyond painful. “Please stop…” Angela sobbed. “Baby, what's wrong?” Damon asked. “No… No… Nothing… nothing… I was… nghhhhhh… nghhhhhh!” “What is going on there, are you okay?” Damon asked again, hearing her whimpering on the phone. Antonio… why is he suddenly forcing himself on me? Could it be that he was triggered by the call, but he promised never to hurt me? She thought as tears rolled down her cheeks. “Talk to me, Angela… are you okay?!” Damon yelled. Angela sobbed. “I am fine, I have to go now… please hang up.” “But… we are not done talking,” Damon opposed. “Angela.” Antonio whispered, his hot breath filling her ears. Damon paused upon hearing Antonio's voice over the phone. “Tell me what you said to me last night…I want to hear you say it again.” He was grunting now as he rammed that big fucking tool of his in and out—again, in and out, again in and out, again in and out of her core. “Nghh.. please stop… it's hurting. I am not feeling good.” He wouldn't listen and thrusts faster. Each time his big, hard cock entered Angela, her entire body shook with the thrill he was giving her! Again and again, he thrust his entire cock into her pussy, ramming as if he were butchering meat. She had experienced this before, felt it, and this time… it was worse! “Tell me what you said to me last night.” Antonio groaned. “Ah…mmmm…whaaaat?” Angela sobbed into his ears, a bit confused, the phone still pressed to her ear. Antonio pulled out, then turned her around to face him, one leg hanging on his shoulder. Angela was too weak and her hips hurting to move and escape. He inserted again, staring into her wet eyes, this time gripping her neck with one hand. “You confessed to me last night, do it again.” “Now…?” she sobbed. She was sure that Damon was listening since he had remained silent all that time. “Yes, now! I want to hear you say it… now.”