radicalducati I AM SORRY
I AM SORRY
“Who…the hell are you? Where is Freckles?” Antonio asked the two guards with a tight frown after they had walked him to the door. He looked like he was in a deep sleep before and just got himself so he had to ask questions. The guards were left speechless and confused hearing the name Freckles'. “I am right here”. Angela replied behind him. He turned to her and gazed at her below lowered lids then realizing that the men were still holding him. “Take your hands off me, you rats”. Antonio snapped, shoving the men off him. They let go of him that same minute with a bow. Angela slapped her forehead in awkwardness and embarrassment. “You two can go back to your duties, thanks for the help”. She addressed the servants who bowed and left the spot. “You are really heavy, you need to walk by yourself, I can't carry you alone”. She groaned as she took over. “You made me drunk..my head is killing me”. He said in a whisper. “I am sorry, I guess”. Angela replied but sarcastically. “So you have to take responsibility and stop complaining.” He replied. Ungrateful brat, I am not responsible for your drunk mess! Angela yelled inside. They got into the room and the door slammed shut. “Slowly…let’s get you on the bed”. She groaned, walking him to the bed. “Are we there yet?” Antonio groaned, his eyes closed. “Now lie down slowly”. Antonio's leg locked in with hers, and they ended up crashing on the bed, body glued to another in an unexpected hug. Antonio was on top of her. “Wow! You…are…heavy”. Angela stuttered trying not to suffocate. Antonio opened his eyes. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to”. He replied and rolled over, lying on his back this time, a hand on his face. Angela was left speechless with her eyes widened, large enough to reach her headline. “Did he just apologized? He has never apologized before”. She said to herself. “Fuck my head hurts”. Antonio groaned, interrupting her. “Snap out of it, Angela”. She yelled in her head and stood up from the bed. She started pulling his shoes off. “What..what are you doing Diana”. “It’s Angela”. She replied tartly and forced one shoe out. “Angela? You’ve been on my mind lately you know”. Anthonio groaned Angela rolled her eyes and pulled the next shoe out. “What a struggle”. She sighed heavily and took the shoes to the shoe rack. “I am the one struggling, I can’t seem to get you out of my mind why?” Antonio muttered, grabbing his hair. Angela returned to him. “Now you need to get up and change to your pyjamas, I don’t think I will be here to watch..” Before she could finish, he sat up and pulled his shirt off. Angela gaze slowly went through his bared broad chest, then she shook his head and looked away. She swallowed hard. How could he look that good and I never noticed, maybe I did. I just didn’t care so why am I like this all of a sudden? “Done,are we doing it?” He asked,his hair was dishevelled by the shirt making him look ….cute? “What are we doing?…..” Angela asked then paused abruptly at the sight of him sitting fully naked and erected in front of her. “Oh my gosh, why did you do that!” She snapped, hiding her face. How on earth did he horny in this situation? “It got even bigger, I think it grew since last time”. She gasped a hand over her mouth, stealing glances at it. “Huh?” Antonio glanced at her in confusion as he ran a hand through his hair. His arm muscles flexed at the same time. This man is just unintentionally seducing her to win! Is he perfect? Yes! Only if he has a great character! Of course! Angela judged in her mind. Besides, I have never seen Damon strip naked before. I can’t say what he looks like down there but his character is very outstanding. She had a flashback of their misunderstanding, and then Damon telling her to do anything possible to gain Antonio’s trust. “I guess I don’t know him as much as I thought”. She sighed and raised her head up only to see Antonio infront of her, so close her heart raced. “Are you not pulling your clothes off, you need help?” If he wasn't drunk she would take that as one of his sarcastic ways of toying with her but he sincerely asked so he could help her. “Yes…No...I mean…well I can’t possibly do that. I will call the maids to give you a bath..you need to rest”. Angela replied,glancing away from him. “Don’t bother if you don’t want to, I will do it by myself just stay where I can see your face please”. Before Angela could get what he actually meant by that. He started rubbing himself off while staring at her. “What…what the hell are you doing?” Angela snapped in a mixture of panic and embarrassment. “Helping… myself”. “It’s creepy, stop not in front of me! Don’t jerk up in front of me”. “Why not, I just need to see your face, that's all I need”. He moaned and hissed “Fuck” “Oh my goodness”. Angela covered her face. That sound he made did something, she wished that it never happened. “It’s triggering, I can’t stand it”. She snapped. Antonio stopped that instant. “I want to fuck, I really do can you help me please?” Angela peeked at him from the space in between her fingers, cheeks were red and hot. “You are begging me to have sex with you?” She asked in confusion. “Yes…” She swallowed nervously and closed her eyes. This can't be happening but if this is a way to help Damon…Am I just looking for an excuse? “Am I not man enough for you?” Antonio broke into her thoughts. “Oh please stop, only if you could remember all you said tomorrow, you will certainly kill yourself, I am sure”. She opened her eyes and gazed at his throbbing shaft again. Why is my body reacting to it? I am not attracted to him then why am I feeling so wet down there. He is beautiful I can’t deny it but since I hate him can’t you get hold of yourself miss clitoris! You are out of control! She sighed and looked at him. “If we are going to do it then you will do it my way”. She told him then immediately yelled inside of her head. What the hell am I saying? I have no experience. What the heck is my way? She yelled inside. Antonio nodded and sat on the bed,waiting patiently. “I can't believe I am doing this”. She murmured and gazed at him. “Is there anything wrong?” Antonio asked softly. “Of Course! There is! I can't believe I am going down with you willingly, it is so weird”. She snapped and groaned after. “Ranting to a drunk man won't help the situation”. “I see..” Antonio murmured. “I apologize for being such a jerk towards you and I deserve whatever punishment you wish for me”. “Please, stop saying that..it’s weird.” She said with her brows knotted a hand on her forehead. “I am sorry,I won't say it again”. “That too!” Antonio looked more confused than ever. “You hate me that much? I am sorry but I don’t remember what I did to you”. He said, grabbing his hair in confusion. “No..no..it’s not your fault”. She replied. “But it’s my fault I hurt you, that’s why you are treating me this way, I tried to remember what I did but it’s not adding up, I am sorry”. He looked up at her,his eyes were so sincere and wet. It made Angela speechless. “I must have hurt you so much I am sorry”. He continued. “Oh how am I going to explain this to you,you are drunk”. Angela groaned in frustration. Antonio broke down. “I am evil..I shouldn’t be existing I…” Angela caught his face with her small hands and kissed him deeply, her eyes tightly closed.