The lady turns out to be Angela dressed in a blonde wig and a swimsuit. Antonio thought he was hallucinating for a minute. “Angela?” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “What is going on? Why are you wearing a blonde wig, dressed like that… who gave you those?” Angela said nothing but walked quietly towards him, her bare feet silent on the cool tiles. It was unbelievable that the swimsuit looked perfectly made for her… it was nothing like he remembered on Diana's body. She was fierce, sexy, and tall. Angela looked fragile and small in them…but with the right sexy curves, her small face and those big doll eyes drawing his attention. “I apologize for surprising you like this,” she said, her voice soft and calm. “I just wanted to see what you would do if you saw Diana again.” “Excuse me?” he blinked. Antonio was still confused about the reason she was doing all this, to replace Diana? Whose crazy idea was that? She is nothing like Diana. “Isn't it obvious you are not yet over Diana, so I decided to be her.” Angela interrupted his thoughts, answering his question. Antonio's initial shock and intrigue quickly turned into annoyance. He looked at Angela and frowned, feeling irritated that she had gone to such lengths to test him. “This is ridiculous,” Antonio said, shaking his head. “Why would you do this? Do you think I would actually cheat on you with Diana, if it's possible?” “Yes… prove me wrong!” Angela snapped back. Antonio looked even more confused, as if he had just seen a ghost in front of him. He was speechless; he wished he could prove her wrong too. “I'm sorry,” Angela said, breaking the silence, her eyes downcast. “I know this was a stupid idea, I didn't mean to upset you. I just wanted to see if you would be tempted.” “Well, you've seen,” Antonio snapped, running a hand through his hair in annoyance. Angela clenched her fist angrily, fighting back the colors on her cheeks. “I hate to imagine you thinking about her even with me by your side. It hurts so much I can't help it any longer,” Angela sobbed. Antonio turned to her with a tight frown, but he knew she was right about him thinking of Diana. It wouldn't be so easy to not think about her! Why can't she understand that? This pool, every single thing on this island reminds him of her. He didn't think this through before telling the twins about the resort. And now, this is the height of it. A blonde hair and even Diana's swimsuit. How did she get her hands on that? However, he could see the pain in Angela's eyes and felt a twinge of guilt for being so harsh on her initially. He took a deep breath and tried to soften his tone. “I'm sorry if I made you feel insecure, Angela,” he said, looking up at her face. “But I want you to know that I'm not interested in Diana anymore; she is not here anymore. I only have eyes for you, and I'm committed to making you my priority.” Every nerve in his body was fighting against those words. “Is that true? Are you really telling me the truth, Antonio?” Angela asked, her voice shaking slightly, her eyes heavily clouded. “Of course it's true,” Antonio said, his voice anxious, trying to wave off the memories of Diana, but it was impossible. He took Angela's hand in his own and looked into her eyes. “I love you, Angela. I want to build a life with you, and I want us to be happy together.” Angela pulled away and turned her back to him. “Then I have a request.” Antonio almost cursed under his breath. Things were getting harder; what request would that be? “Name it.” Angela turned, tears welling in her eyes, and looked up at Antonio directly, forming a triangular gaze. “Treat me as roughly as you would treat Diana,” Angela said, looking up at Antonio with a mixture of determination and vulnerability. “What?” Antonio chuckled in disbelief. “Show me the same naughtiness, craziness, and excitement that you showed her. Make me feel like I'm the only woman in the world, choke me and mount me like you did to her… I want you to make me a freak like her… I don't want you to change for me anymore; I want to change for you… don't be gentle… Fuck me until I pass out… fuck me like you've never fucked any woman before… I wish to be all you think about when you think of sex.” Antonio's eyes were wide and bulging, unsure of how to respond to this. What is wrong with Angela! What kind of drug is she on? “I don't think you understand what you are saying… Angela, you don't deserve to be treated like a slut… you are not Diana… that's her … she is weird, and so she is a masochist… she enjoys it… it will hurt you.” “I don't care as long as it's you! I don't want you to think of her anymore… just think of me! I can handle your rough rides… just fuck me already!” Antonio was speechless, worse, the tightness around his groin seemed to have accelerated during those outbursts of hers. His mind traveled further, picturing both of them in the pool… having hardcore sex… and Angela begging for more. He waved it off. “Don't tell me…” he said slowly, deep in thought. “Are you in love with me, Angela?” He asked this time, looking at her straight in the face. “Wait, are you seriously asking me that question? I confessed to you days ago!” She snapped with arched brows, annoyed, then slowly added with a flushed face. “I guess I have fallen even harder for you.” Antonio's heart raced with a speed that was beyond his imagination. “Well…I…” Before Angela could finish, he caught her face and kissed the life out of her throat. She struggled to pull away, gasping for air, her eyes wide with surprise. “What happened? Can't you handle that?” He smirked with a glint of evil in his eyes. Angela recognized that evilness, but she was determined to claim him. “Bring it on… give me all of it, I will handle it for you.” Her voice trembled.