“Oh..right..I am sorry if I give off that impression”. She looked down trying to hide her emotions. “Good, I see we are good here”. Damon replied dryly. She didn't look up and nodded, forced a smile, her eyes wet. “Yes, thanks for standing up for me”. “I did it for my grandmother. I adore her as much as Antonio. If lying to her will keep her happy, why not”. He said dryly. Angela nodded with a forced smile. “I understand”. Damon walked past her leaving her heart aching and beating so hard. “Don't cry, you are going to ruin your makeup”. She said to herself and raised her eyes up trying to fight back her tears. When it seemed to get even worse, she quickly rushed into her room.
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An hour later, Antonio was seated in the luxurious living room, dressed up for the event too. His designer made it possible for him to stand out, but Antonio is a visual devil who could literally slay in anything, even in rags. He will always be the center of attraction without trying. If his height doesn't put him in that position, his visual will. He glanced at his Rolex, running out of patience. Then he heard footsteps approaching, elevated in heels. Angela made her entrance awkwardly as usual, her personal assistant had coached her well but Angela will be Angela. Antonio resisted the urge to stare but his eyes submitted to it and glistened with admiration. His heartbeat suddenly increased, melting the frown on his face as eyes rained on her, missing no angle, curve, or swell. The dress was the best he had ever seen her in and that happened to do a lot for his hormones. He bit his lower lip in a sensual way, sealing the tightness of his groin. The satin gown Angela wore simmered, spotlighting her provocative, perfectly curved swell as her hips swayed smoothly without even trying, and her endowed boobs bounced erotically to the beat of her footsteps. Her dark hair highlighted and complemented her very pale skin, and those freckles were another level of attraction to her face. Those smoky eye shadows gave her a goddess look, and the glossy red lips made them impossible to ignore. Never had Antonio paid attention to a woman's overall details before or taken interest in them. Antonio walked to the water dispenser by the side and took a glass to chill his extremely dry throat; his eyes didn't seem to be done with her just yet. His annoyance and impatience dimmed to be replaced with a rush of longing that he didn’t understand or even try to understand. He loves making women his toys and also men. He loves taming them and making them beg for him. It’s like the tables are being turned; if not, why would he want her so badly? It is nothing close to how he had wanted a woman before. He waved off the offensive thoughts and trashed the rubber cup. I’ve never given a fuck about some bimbo before or what she planned to do with her body or with whom she might be sharing it with, so why would I give to this commoner.
“Well, I hope this will do. My stylist did her best”. Angela asked, interrupting his thoughts. She hated that she expected a compliment from him; she had to remind herself again whom she was dealing with. Antonio may be a charming prince but definitely not her type. And then there's Damon, who just rejected her minutes ago. Antonio's predatory eyes went to every curve again, her small waist. He frowned at the imagination of having another man hold her by the waist and hated the sudden feeling of insecurity. It was a very strange feeling to him. His eyes were intensely burning her as soon as Angela noticed his dirty stare. With trembling fingers, she uncomfortably adjusted the upper part of her dress to cover her side boobs. “Please, stop with that” she mumbled and secretly cursed as she felt her face redden. “With what?” he looked up, his eyes resting on her lips and he was glad they did. “Stripping me off with your eyes”. She cringed. He gave her a mocking smirk, “You wish”. Angela's face blanked at the statement. “One more thing”, Antonio voiced, getting her attention. “Where is the necklace I gave you?” “The one Grandma gave me?” Angela corrected. Antonio blinked; he completely forgot about his little lie. “Sure”. “In my room, why do you ask for it?” He looked at the maid who nodded and went away. Minutes later she came back with the jewelry box and gave it to Antonio. “Hey, that's mine”. Angela snapped. “Great, then wear it always”. He stood up and walked to her. Angela’s heart pounded like a raging bull. She drew her breath as he walked to her back and moved close enough that she felt her curve protrude behind against him. As his fingers touched her skin, she felt chills and her hormones raging down to her thighs. She imagined Damon doing the exact same thing. Antonio had placed his hands over her lower neckline to put the necklace on, his knuckles brushing against the skin of her cleavage and an intense heat surged around her cleavage traveling to her nipples and hardening them. She wished he had gone lower and immediately regretted it. He was obviously toying with her but this time, not trying as hard as before, as if he was aware of this new effect of his touch on her. She tried hard to breathe normally but couldn’t; her breath was uncontrollably fast and hot. “I think this will go well with the dress” Antonio whispered into her ear, his lips brushing slowly against the skin between her neck and ear, her body shivered.