He finally pulled her aside. "She is in love with Damon? She thought I was Damon?" He could tell she was drugged, but he was still angry at the thought of what might have happened before now. He wanted to finish off Nicholas completely but hesitated after hearing approaching footsteps. He released him and adjusted his suit to cover Angela's nakedness. The door to the room opened, and the security guards' eyes fell on them before shifting to the battered body of Mr. Nicholas. He was lying in a pool of blood, groaning silently in pain. "Young master." The security guards gasped, then looked up at Antonio. "What happened?" "It's the real Montero." He heard those in the background murmuring. "Da...Damon." Angela's head felt light, and she collapsed into his arms. *** Queen's Hotel Antonio kicked open the door and carried her into the room. "Why don't you want to make love to me, Damon?" Angela demanded weakly, barely keeping her eyes open. She whispered gibberish into his ears; her voice sounded different depending on the drug's influence, and Antonio was secretly impressed. He laid her down on the couch, removed his shirt, and quickly went back to close the door. Returning to the couch, Angela was already sniffing his shirt and masturbating, caressing her breasts and between her thighs. Antonio came back to the couch, frozen at the sight. He stiffened at her low moans and felt a sudden hardness in his groin, but her calling him Damon again made him snap out of it. What am I going to do with her like this? he thought, running his fingers through his permed hair, thinking quickly and embarrassingly adjusting his pants. However, why should I be offended? This is a chance. If she is going to make love to Damon... well, I will be her precious Damon. He smirked. Suddenly, Angela coughed and started vomiting. He rushed to her, confused about what to do next. "Freckles! Don't turn me into a fucking nanny, it's all that brat's fault," he screamed in frustration and went to get a glass of water. Angela's lips curved into a weak smile as she glanced at him beneath lowered eyelids; his face was blurry and made him look like Damon in her eyes. "You're so handsome, Damon. Why can't you touch me?" she said slowly and tried to take his hand, but her whole body system was failing; she couldn't even lift her own hand. "Touch me down there, please," she said seductively, spreading her legs wide open for him. "Oh, I will. Your sweet, precious Damon will fuck you hard, but first you have to take a bath. You're sweating badly." He took a deep breath. "I should be able to do this. It shouldn't be so difficult." He started undressing her. "So we're doing it?" she asked with excitement and a weak smile. Why is her drugged voice so sexy? Maybe one of the drug's effects? Hell, it turns me on. "Yes, silly, but you gotta take a bath before we start," he replied. "That's my wolf prince," she giggled. He left her in her underwear, carried her to the tub, and had her lean against the wall and balance comfortably. "Now relax, I guess this can help." Angela suddenly sobbed and hugged him. He rolled his eyes. "What's the matter?" "Save me, Damon. Save me from your evil brother... I don't want to be his bride, anyone. I love you, Damon. I've never been in love with a man before." "I am tired of this bitch," Antonio thought and rolled his eyes again. "I love you too, so please stop crying." "Really?" she sobbed. "Really." "Please, then, make love to me, Damon." Angela sobbed again. "I will be right back," he told her and returned to the living room to sit on the couch. Why this sudden tightness in my chest? Why am I so uncomfortable with her calling me Damon? It's driving me crazy. I better put a gag on her. The newscasters on the television caught his attention. "Today on Celebrity Maniac Room Chat, our own Mr. Antonio Montero is our Celebrity Maniac of the week. The famous billionaire and sexiest man of the year engaged in a deadly fight with the famous Hollywood producer Nicholas and sent him into a coma. This will end his career if he isn't.... you know.... a Montero," the first female announced. Antonio cursed and closed his eyes. "I mean, I never knew Antonio Montero was a fighter. I mean, he is a martial arts champion, but this... is nothing like I expected. He went completely wild, only had his face bruised and hand bleeding," the second contributed. "The reason for the fight is yet to be confirmed, but some eyewitnesses said he walked into a restaurant where his fiancée was having dinner after she abandoned their fan sign event," the third one stated. "Could be a business dinner. I mean, they're not married yet, so what's the big deal? It's hard to marry a Montero. I wonder how much abuse she will endure just for the Montero tag," the first lady said and shook her head. "I agree with you, Judy. Many fans of Antonio Montero have made some videos talking about the worst fan sign ever. Most angry female fans of Montero are not happy with his love interest Angela, dubbing her 'low budget Cinderella' by Antonio’s fan base, the Monsters, for being a simple girl about to be married to their prince, Mr. Antonio. Nevertheless, this particular video got my attention, a fan who claims to have witnessed the whole scene, Regina Fisherman. Let’s hear what she has to say." "Angela is a fucking bitch... a cheat... and a bloody gold-digger... she..." Antonio took the remote, turned the television off, and turned on the music player. "Shameless" by Camiello. Getting back to the couch, where he had dropped his phone, his phone notifications wouldn't stop buzzing. He picked up the phone and swiped through the messages; most were from his grandma, lawyer, and manager. They must have seen the news or trending tweets. "I need a break," he groaned and placed the ice bag on his head, his eyes closed.