Antonio jolted his head up. “I guess you are right”. Angela's eyes were still closed, but she could feel him move away from her and sat down beside her. Her breath had doubled up earlier when his lips brushed against the fabric protecting her sensitive folds causing her wet and flooding. And now her heart rate is yet to come down to normal. She hated the fact that he took those words literally, but however it's better to be cautious around the kids, especially Jace. “You said you are going to make something?” Antonio interrupted her thoughts. Her eyes snapped open. “Well … I…”. She looked away, pissed at herself for no reason. Correction: there's a reason, a big reason…she's supposed to play along with him knowing how wet she is and now …what is she supposed to do with a pant soaked and those folds feeling ticklish. “Yeah, I did, I will go make you something”. Angela replied sadly. “The cooks will handle that, it's a holiday, you should relax”. Antonio replied, then he glanced over at Jace and the twins playing with the waves. “You do really have a great family. I am sincerely jealous”. “Yeah….yeah.great to hear”. Angela replied sarcastically. “I know you must think that I am trying to annoy you with my statement, but I am being sincere”. Sincere, is he even sincere to himself? To me? Not even to his Grandma? Does he know the meaning of sincere? Angela rolled her eyes. “Why don't you tell me more about your family”. Antonio laid down with his hands over his head to act as a pillow, and sighed. “I have done that before”. “Well, love to know more about Diana,"Angela replied, trying not to be distracted by his arm muscles flexing. Antonio threw a quick side glance at her direction, then he sighed, staring at the far cloud above them, deep blue and cloudy. “I have nothing to tell you, Diana is not my family” he replied tightly. He knew how obsessed she was with his obsession for Diana. Starting a conversation about Diana will end badly. It always ends badly, he thought. “You seem to have bad childhood memories, did she contribute to it? She was the one who told you to express your emotions through sex, right? She wrecked your childhood, right?” Angela asked unapologetically. He glared coldly at her. “You think every rich guy who is rude, hot, ill-mannered must have some messed up family background problem while growing up?” Antonio tried to change the topic. "Enough playing around, you told me yourself many times how hard you had it growing up, and you told me you were told to express yourself through hardcore sex”. She snapped back, fighting back the colors staining her cheeks, as the flashes of those scenes came flooding back in her memory. Her core melted even more. He eyed her then slowly his eyes went on her chest, with a knowing smirk he looked away. “I thought by now, those erected nipples would have lost their sensitivity, I guess I should've played with them more”. Antonio smirked. “Huh?” Angela looked down at her bikini top and quickly covered her breasts with her hands, her cheeks stained with red. “You pervert! It's not erected, it's just the way it is! Focus on the issue at hand!” She cried and looked away frowning, then slowly looked back at him. “You said you would choose me even if there's Diana in the option” she mumbled slowly, her eyes cast down and her cheeks stained. He gave her a strong, cold glare that made her heart skip. “What is she up to this time?” He asked himself. “Yes, I will always choose you, can we stop talking about Diana already”? He said and truly wished she would listen. This resort is full of memories he wouldn't want to let back into his head. However, this is not the first time he had heard a woman requesting to be put first, but it's definitely the first time he answered, not just answered. Sincerely answered. “So you can prove it?” Angela asked again. “Prove what?” Antonio asked defensively. “That if Diana returns to you, you won't let go of me, will you?” Diana returns? Where is she going with this? Diana is dead! But what if she returns? Antonio opened his mouth and closed…he opened his mouth again…but nothing came out of it. “Prince Charming!” Liya's voice came loudly from the beach water. Angela made Antonio break off their eye contact and glanced over to the direction. The twins were waving at them. Antonio stood to his feet quietly without saying a word to her. “Well, I have my answer”. Angela murmured to herself. She watched him run towards the sea, and throw himself into the waves in a long drive. The twins giggled loudly. Angela's lips shivered as she tried not to cry out her frustration. Day after day, she wanted him to herself alone. She is now entrapped and in love with him like the rest of those women that would give anything to have him touch them. She is nothing different from them after all except that they are blonde, but she's not. She had grown so jealous that it scared her. Knowing that this man's heart belongs to another woman is something she wants to change. Even though she heard him say it to her every single time…confess his feelings to her. She wanted to make sure he was hers alone. How is that possible when Diana still lives in that heart of his?