Angela stood there, legs trembling, hands clenched tightly, she felt so embarrassed for him to see her body clad in such a scandalous black lingerie set and silly cat ears. That look on his face says it all. Angela has never felt so exposed and vulnerable before a man ever. Thanks to the brat for this scandalous blank lingerie set, she thought. Damon's eyes remained dark and tight, his expression unreadable, he felt a surge of jealousy and anger. He liked her and he thought that she felt the same way. But he also knew that she was in a fake relationship with his younger brother Antonio which made everything worse. "Da…Damon.?," Angela said, her voice low and urgent. “What are you doing here?” Damon’s feet were too heavy to move, he was stunned by Angela’s presence, beauty and sexiness but also a mixture of surprise and disappointment. “Antonio sent me a message that this is a good time to discuss anything I want to discuss with him”. He answered. Angela lowered her gaze in embarrassment. “I see”. Her cheeks flushed as she realized what this must look like to him. She was wearing lingerie with all her sexual attributes exposed. Hiding away won’t help right now or even possible. She tried to think of an explanation, but before she could say anything. Damon spoke again. "So…what are you doing here? Are you going to his room dressed like that?" he asked, his voice low. Angela couldn’t look up to meet his eyes. “I…had to..” "You can't just give yourself to him like that. I thought you said this wasn’t a part of the contract agreement”. “Yes..” “Then why are you wearing that? Why can’t you say no”. “I can’t..” Angela muttered. “Why!” He snapped out loud this time, his fist clenched. Angela was silent, getting even more pissed then he chuckled sadly and waved his face with his palm. “Now, I see that’s why the little brat asked me to come, and join the game, he got a new toy for us to play with, this is the game? You are his new toy? I see you enjoy his attention pretty much”. He said tightly. Angela gasped and looked up at him with pleading eyes. “No….It’s complicated Damon, this is not what I want ..I was..forced”. He looked up at her, his brow furrowed. “Forced? I don’t see anyone forcing you, you choose to wear that and walk right to this point and you are saying that you are being forced?” Angela felt her eyes wet. “I know it looks like that but the truth is, I had no choice, I had to do whatever he demand..because..I took a” Damon stopped her with a hand raised. “You know what, I don’t care about your reason, in fact I shouldn’t be here in the first place, you are his bride after all, I wasn’t acting accordingly, pardon me for being so foolish”. “No that’s not it, Damon. Give me a chance to explain”. Angela’s eyes were soaked with tears instantly. He turned back to his direction. “No Damon..please wait, let me explain..please”. He was long gone. Angela froze for a few minutes, letting her tears roll freely down her cheeks. She sniffed and had to put herself together. “Just get on with it already”. She muttered to herself and knocked on the door. The giant door opened on its accord. To her surprise she saw three other women on the bed with Antonio, caressing him and sucking him off. They were on dog collars and lingerie just like her. They all looked so pissed to see her and disgust was written all over their faces. Blue eyes, blonde, small waist, large boobs and nice long legs. He seems to be really serious about his type of woman, they look identical. How obsessed is he with blondes? She is not in any of these categories, a brunette, slim thick and freckles with brown eyes, 5 '6 height. Then why can’t he just leave her out of his misery? Suddenly she remembered the portrait on the wall in the secret dress room. A beautiful ethereal blonde with ocean eyes. Who could that be? “Well look who we have here, what took you so long? Join us” He exclaimed, giving her a jump start. One of the women halted at Angela in disgust. “What do you mean join us? Isn’t she the small town woman you are to marry?” The first lady commented, glaring down at Angela. “You can’t possibly let a commoner share the same bed with us?” The other added. “She is not even a blonde”. The third said tightly. Antonio’s eyes never left Angela; he was grinning at her. “Oops, it looks like you are not welcomed here, you see each of them are from a noble home, there’s no room for commoners like you”. He smiled at Angela. Who swallowed awkwardly but felt a lot happy to hear that, and she didn't want to show it. She clenched her fists tightly. “I see, sadly I will have my leave then”. She said slowly and turned to the door. “Not so fast Freckles”.