Antonio's luxury car screeched to a halt in front of the grand hotel, its tires were smoking in protest. He flung open the door and stepped out, his eyes blazing with anger. The hotel staff, recognizing him immediately as heir to the wealthy and influential Montero's family that owned that very establishment, scrambled to attention. “Young master Antonio! Welcome, sir!” the concierge exclaimed, rushing to open the door for him. Antonio strode past him, his long strides eating up the distance to the reception desk. “I need to see Diana,” he growled, his voice low and menacing. It caused the woman to tremble. The receptionist, a timid-looking young woman in her late twenties, immediately checked the register. “Ah, yes, Ms. Diana is staying in suite 314, Shall I call up and let her know you are here, sir?” Antonio's eyes narrowed, but he said nothing. It was enough for the receptionist to know what to do and what not to do. He marched towards the elevators, his anger boiling. The uniformed staff parted like a Red Sea with a low bow, allowing him to pass. As soon as he entered the elevator, he punched the button for the third floor, his eyes fixed on the doors as they closed.
The elevator doors slid open, and Antonio stepped out into the plush carpeted hallway. He strode towards suite 314, his heart pounding in his chest. He could feel his anger and frustration building up, like a storm about to unleash its fury. He reached the door and knocked on it sharply, his knuckles white with tension. “Come in”. Diana's voice replied seductively from the room. Antonio pushed the door open and strode in, his eyes blazing with a fierce intensity, trying not to acknowledge the fact that Diana was dressed in a sexy lingerie intentionally waiting for him in a very enticing sex position. Showcasing her love juice being stimulated by a vibrator and another milking her nipples. “Oh fuck! This feels just right… I have been waiting, you came just at the right time”. She moaned and bit her lips.
“We need to talk, Diana. Now.” Antonio said staring down at her. Diana's opened her eyes with a frown, then she waved off all the negative energy building in her and tried not to make things more complicated. “How rude of you? Can't you see I am in need? Is this what I taught you? I expected you to take me down and give me some crazy ass fuck, just like old times…come on…ahhhh yes!…”. She closed her eyes and threw her head back, her fingers dug into the sheets, as the vibrators pleasured her. She opened her eyes and swallowed tightly, staring at Antonio, hoping he would be aroused and touch her again. “Don't keep me waiting, come on”.
Antonio said nothing for the few minutes, watching her blankly as she toyed with herself, the silence was like a spear into Diana's soul. She rolled her eyes and stopped the vibrators. Angrily shoved them aside, still naked, with her thighs filled with lots of juice. Then stood up and walked towards him. Antonio's face was still pale and cold, but Diana's confidence was enough to ignore it. She moved around his body like a seductive snake charmer. “I dolled myself up specially for you…and I got all the gags, toys and stuff, and I am so fucking wet right now…you are free to fuck me just like you missed me…that's what a good boy should do”. She whispered into his ears.
“What was that interview all about? The media has gone crazy that we are back together, and now Angela left the Penthouse?” Antonio replied brutally, ignoring her request. Diana stepped back from him, her lips pouted, her eyes flashing with disappointment, annoyed by his disinterest in her proposal. “That's what you are worried about? I am back, ain't I? I don't see the need of having that brunette sex doll when you can have me all to yourself…anytime, any day! Why do you fuck care if she's gone?!” She yelled out in frustration.
“Don’t you dare insult Angela, she wasn't a doll or anything, I loved her and I mean it”. Antonio's voice was so calm when he said that, but it heated Diana's heart up. Her face reddened. “And what about me? You don't love me anymore? Of course, you do, you can't possibly move on from me? Tell me… Foxy, what's wrong in telling the media about us? We were happy once, and we will be happy again, together.” She cupped his cheeks, feeling her heart heavy with the strange expression on his face, it is the lack of empathy for her in those cold eyes. Her eyes became wet, at the thought of losing him. “Have you forgotten so soon? I faked my death for you… I wasted those years just to keep you safe. …is this what I get? A replacement?”
Antonio laughed, a harsh, mocking sound, which made her shock to death. She dropped her hands by her side slowly like she was mentally controlled, staring at him curiously. Did he know? How?