Don't toy with me: sexiest man of the year

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Liya and Lia were done eating. They pecked Angela on the cheeks in appreciation and left the dining room to their rooms. Immediately they were gone, it was just like a whole new world. Angela noticed Antonio’s mischievous smirk returned to his lips and he chewed slowly, staring at her. It seems as if he hid this side of him just to blend in with the kids. For some reason, she was grateful he tried to adjust his personality for the sake of the kids. The old Antonio would always say perverted words in front of them, not minding their age. Angela scratched her neck, uncomfortable by his stare. “I never knew you were good at cooking, they certainly taste as delicious as you”. Angela coughed and took a glass of water, trying not to look up at his face. That reaction made him smile. He certainly enjoyed messing with her. Afterwards, she stood up. “Where do you think you are going?” Antonio grabbed her arm. “To the kitchen?” Angela replied slowly. “Then I shall go with you”. Antonio said and stood up to his feet. He walked towards Angela, who had her heart pounding like a drum, calling all her nerves to assemble. “O…o…okay”. She carried the plates, but Antonio took the tray from her. He nodded at her to go on. Angela walked like her heart was on her sole. I mean, Antonio Montero is offering to take the dishes to the kitchen, like some servant? Slowly she walked until she got to the kitchen. She decided to take the tray of dirty dishes from him. “You did great, Mr. Antonio”. She replied and turned the tap to wash the dishes. “I did great, that’s all?” His hands circled her waist. “What…what do you mean that’s all?” Angela stuttered, trying to hide the effect his body contact has on her. She’s still ovulating, so she better don’t give in or else the kids would hear them out in the bedroom. She thought he was about to do something perverted to her again, I mean, he is still Antonio Montero. However, he rested his face on her shoulder and kissed her neck, his hands tightening around her waist. He just relaxed there, with his face buried on my back and did nothing. Angela watched the dishes with him resting on her, he was heavy, but who cares. She loved this man and seeing him comfortably giving a hug to someone shows some development, she smiled to herself. Then suddenly snapped her face up, something poked her butt, so hard and heavy. Antonio drew a deep breath and squeezed her more. “Tell me, Angela, what kind of man is your type?” His voice tickled her earlobe. Angela’s heart skipped. “Why do you ask?” “I wanted to ask, that’s why I am asking you right now, what kind of men are you into? Men like Damon? Is that the type of man you are attracted to?” Angela hated that he guessed right. She might be interested in gentleman attitude. However, she can’t just say Damon, not after he has shown her how much he despises that name. “I…love good men…that’s all”. Angela simply answered. Antonio scoffed. “What kind of good men? Damon type of good man?” Angela noticed his grip tightened. Why is he so obsessed with Damon? And why is Damon so obsessed with him? She closed her eyes and breathed deeply, gaining a courage and boldness she never thought she had before. She rinsed and dried off her hands. Then she turned around and grabbed Antonio’s face to his surprise. Taking it and pulling his face down to meet hers. She left him stunned, with his eyes round and big and his neck hurting. He was leaning so low to her that his back hurts due to their height difference. “I don’t know what you want with that question, but does it matter? I love you… Antonio… I have made up my mind, so who cares about the kind of men I am attracted to”. Antonio’s wide opened eyes softened, his lips drawn into a one-sided smirk. “I want to be that man, Angela…a man that you are attracted to…what must I do to be that man?” Angela’s hands started shaking on his face nervously, he took them gently and straightened his back. Her small hands are now covered with his big warm ones. Antonio kissed them. Angela's face was red-hot, and she could feel her body temperature rising too. “Tell me what I must do to be the type of man you are attracted to”.