He refers to a low life! The crack of a door opening interrupted her thoughts. She looked up and saw Antonio holding the door knob. What a gentleman and of course a very good actor, Angela scuffed in her mind. As soon as she stepped out of the room, a cluster of photographers and reporters greeted them in front of the door, the flashes blinding, it was so shocking she never thought they would be at the door! "Over here Angela Montero". A cameraman called her attention. She smiled awkwardly, her social anxiety kicking so hard. "Nice outfit Mr Montero!" another addressed Antonio. Antonio faced the cameras as the born star that he is, while Angela was dying from social anxiety and camera shyness. Suddenly she gasped with an unexpected awareness as she felt Antonio's hands wrapped around her waist, curiously she looked at him and found him smiling broadly at the cameras like nothing had happened. Irritated, Angela thought of swifting her waist away from his grip but the cameras gave her a phobia making her feel a little dizzy as the flashes kept at her. For some reason, she was regretfully grateful to him. She gave him a long side glance, and thought of how perfect he would have been if he wasn't such a spoiled brat and arrogant jerk. His nearly carved beard and sharp masculine jawline was the most perfect combo, his Adam's apple made him look even sexier as they moved each time he chuckled at the questions thrown at him and his dimple deepened alongside. His thick brows and eyebrows made him incredibly attractive and his blue eyes gave him an angelic look. "Can we get a romantic pose!" Another asked. "Very well requested," Antonio replied, he turned and winked at Angela, this certain gesture made her curious about his next move. He leaned closer and down to her height, his blue eyes lightening as he mocked her with them. Angela's heart raced; she knew she had to stop him before it got too late. "What do you think you are doing?" Angela said between clamped teeth, her tummy tightened, suddenly she felt her inside burning and beads of sweat summoned on her forehead. The fresh scent of his aftershave swept through her nose, and his hot breath created a wave of sensations in her. He was unapologetically torturing her with his dreadful sexiness. Even though she hates him, it's abnormal not to feel this way with a man like Antonio Montero and this undisputed fact made her hate him even more. His lips pressed against her skin beneath her ear, his lips touching her skin slightly, irritated her head, fell back trying to avoid his skinship and her eyes became unfocused. Antonio smiled at her little act of being irritated by him and thought about featuring her in a movie set together with him, Angela must be a good actor indeed. He never ever had this difficulty in seducing a woman and her persistent act of not wanting him made him doubt her realness. “Bitch, I will make you fall so helplessly in love with me and confess how irresistible I am” he said in his mind. His tongue traced the smooth skin of her neck up to her ear as the cameraman kept taking the shots with pleasure. "Smile while you can Freckles, thanks to me you are a celebrity...well for now". He whispered with a smirk, the mockery in his smirk hurt her more than the words itself. "Such a shameless and arrogant thing to utter, I don't care about the fame, if you are not so slow you would notice, I don't give a damn about your spotlights" she mumbled with raw hatred in her voice. "I like it when you burn with anger”. He whispered back, this time she opened her eyes and glared at him angrily. "I hate you". She mouthed inaudibly. Antonio shrugged and gently wrapped his other hand round her neck and tightened his grip on her waist. "Say it again, I dare you". He demanded huskily. As soon as she opened her mouth, he covered hers with his, force and fierce he caressed every part of her mouth, lingering over the softness behind her lips and sliding delicacy of her tongue, it was a moment he forced himself to let go. Angela's eyes widened as she froze, widely open in shock. The exclamation from the fans was deafening as they enjoyed the moment and cried out in joy. After the kiss, he stared at her fighting back her demons not to react or punch him, she looked away from him, probably wishing for a chance to slap him. Anthonio ran his thumb over his lips. "Kissing you seems quite different, Freckles. Not bad…". He grinned. Angela was boiling hot with anger, she clenched her fists and looked down trying to hold back from cursing at him. Slowly she looked up and shifted her glance to the spoiled Brat, he was obviously enjoying every moment, spilling all the lies about their relationship and dream marriage to the interviewers. She had to do something, something against the rules. “So baby..” She smiled at Antonio, who was beyond speechless and out of the world shocked to hear those words from her. “Can I ask you for a favour?” Angela said softly. The cameras were eating them alive this minute, the journalists paid attention. Anthonio smirked and looked back at the cameras, then back to her. What game is she playing? “Sure anything for you Angel”.