“I don’t know, I think I had enough, I am dizzy and it's hot in here, maybe the drink is hot.” She said innocently. “That’s silly, there are ice cubes in it.” “Really?” She scratched her hair roughly and started pulling off her footwear. Nicholas sipped his drink and continued to study her, feeding the blue ocean eyes with his lust as they crawled all over her body, missing not a single part. Those smokey eyes, that lip bite and perky nipples, and her hands shielding her thighs, that must be the proof, it's working. He brought out his phone and texted his driver to get the car ready for his ride. “Are you sure you are okay?” he asked. Aurora sat up, embarrassed, her cheeks stained with red. “Just a little hot,” she replied and smiled back. Suddenly he felt her leg rubbing against his. He took a sip from his glass and smirked. “Need some help?” he asked with an eyebrow raised. “Can you get me to Damon please?” she pleaded and started to unbutton her blouse. His eyes moved to her cleavage as if he would do so before her. Three buttons down, she stopped. “Now that’s better,” she said tiredly and smiled back at him. Still unable to take his eyes off her chest, he smirked. Well, she is sure a handful, no wonder he was obsessed with her, he thought. Suddenly, she held her head with a groan, eyebrow arched, feeling tipsy. Nicholas moved fast enough to catch her; she fell on his shoulder and rested her head on it tiredly. He studied his surroundings to make sure no one was watching or suspicious, since his father owns the hotel he had nothing to worry about. “You must be tired,” he whispered softly. She swallowed and giggled sheepishly. "No, I am not, I can stay like this all day,” she replied lazily. Her breath fanning his neck irritated him. Women irritate him. “Do you think I am attractive?” Angela queried and brushed her lips against his neck. He rolled his eyes. “Do you want me to show you how attractive you are?” he said and took a sip from his glass. Angela's eyes lit up with excitement then her face went pale. “Damon doesn't love me.” She sobbed. Nicholas still wondered why she always talked about Damon and not Antonio but there's no time for that; his mission is to get her out of Antonio's life for good. “Drink up your juice.” Angela did as instructed. Nicholas studied her. “Well that will help you die a painless death.” He thought to himself and stood up. “You are not going to fuck me, right?” Angela said as he pulled her up, heading to a hotel room. As soon as they staggered into the hotel room, he pushed her down on the floor, panting heavily. Nervously he ran a hand through his blonde hair. “Now what, can they do it here? I should send them in here...” he said, thinking fast. Quickly he took his phone to text his driver. A violent knock came on the door and interrupted him. “Wait, who could that be? I am yet to give them orders.” He opened the door and a massive punch landed on his face, almost blinding him as he could only see red. He fell on the ground. “What do you think you are doing? If you are horny, say so, you asshole!” “Antonio... so you do care about this bitch.” Nicholas laughed sadly. He looked up in tears, his lip bleeding from the punch. “After we made love right on this bed, we made promises together? Do you know how it feels to see you with someone else?” Nicholas cried, holding his knees. Antonio's eyes shifted from Nicholas' red wet face to Angela and crawled over her half-naked body in shock, distracted by her. Seeing that he completely ignored his tears, Nicholas staggered to get up, gaining his strength. "Well, I guess it all ends here, she isn't as good as I thought, how dare you insult me by settling with this thing, and you think you can toy with me and end it like that?" he laughed, tasting his own blood. Antonio rushed back to hit him but he was armed. Unfortunately, he struck Antonio with a pocket knife, scaring his hand. “I loved you, Antonio! Don't you dare treat me like a woman,” Nicholas shouted. Antonio groaned in pain, his hand bled profusely but went on to grip his hand and pulled the knife with his other hand. He threw the knife into a toilet and defenseless Nicholas tried to fight back but instead he was pinned to the wall. “I warned you, didn’t I?” Antonio's voice echoed in his ears, his eyelids slowly closing. Nicholas knew he was about to reach his limits. “I am sorry, baby, I am so sorry. I was just jealous.. I really love you please, don't do this to me, I love you.” “Just shut up,” Antonio hissed. “This isn't fair, you are on this side, we understand each other.” Taking a look from his blurred vision, he found the fire extinguisher on the wall beside him and decided to use it. He grabbed it and with his full strength hit it hard on Antonio’s face, who was distracted by his pleading. Antonio landed on the floor. Nicholas staggered across the room, trying to escape. Unfortunately, Antonio got on his feet faster than he thought he would and caught up with him. Antonio hit him several times on the chest until he collapsed on the floor, half dead. The noise and Nicholas's loud screams attracted the security. “Damon?” Angela said, staring at the blurred face hitting the other blurry face. “Damon, is that you?” she cried loudly. “What the heck are you saying?!” Antonio yelled back angrily at her. She pulled him by the collar and kissed him. For the moment, Antonio's brain went blank, his eyes wide and bulging. “Damon, you… you saved me.” She kissed him again and hugged him, sobbing. “I love you, Damon, how could you not see that? I am in love with you, I could die.” He was so shocked for a minute, he couldn't move a limb.