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

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Angela sighed and got down from the bed. “That was close”. She muttered and walked to the mirror. She slowly touched the marks on her neck and face. “I look horrible, I wonder what his next plan will be now”. Just then a knock sounded on the door,she panicked then remembered that Antonio won't knock on his own door. “Come in?” Three uniform servants entered and brought in a variety of dishes and set it on the dining table for her. Angela was confused and also stunned by the quality and quantity of the food. There was a roasted chicken, a bowl of fresh fruit, a platter of vegetables, and a selection of sweet pastries. They bowed and turned to leave. “I am sorry, what's all this for?” Angela asked. Her assistant Devia walked in and bowed. “Young Master Antonio asked us to bring you those, my lady”. "This is too much," Angela said, her eyes wide. "I can't possibly eat all of this." "The young master said to make sure you had plenty to eat," Devia replied. "He wants you to be well-nourished and healthy." Her phone rang at the end of Devia's statement as though she was being timed. The maid went and grabbed it,then returned to Angela. “Thanks”. Angela replied. She took the phone and answered. “Hello”. “Have you eaten?” Her heart skipped at the sound of the voice. Antonio! “I..not yet..but will do that..” “I gave the servants instructions on what to do, so you better not make things difficult for them”. He hung up. That's strange,she thought. “Instead of teaching me a lesson, he just decided to feed me? I guess he was just afraid I would pass out along the way. I wonder where Damon is,why hasn't he checked up on me? My whole body is in pain because of him,”she said to herself sadly. She walked to the dining area and settled on the chair. With a fork and knife,she cut and took a bite into the chicken. She was amazed by the flavour. It was so tender and juicy, amazing b and it was unlike the ones she had ever tasted before. "This is amazing," she said, savouring the flavour. "I've never had a chicken as tasty as this." Her eyes glistened in excitement. “It's a special recipe from Montero's kitchen," Devia replied with a soft smile "It's one of the young master's favorites." “I see” Angela replied between mouthfuls, munching on the chicken. “Did he choose the dishes himself?” She asked again. “Yes, he did. He also said you had an allergy for peanut butter so we made sure we paid attention,we have never seen him that worked up about food”. Angela just nodded and finished her meal quicker than expected,then she sat back against the chair, feeling pleasantly full. It surprised Devia that she had a great appetite. “That's not all my lady”. Devia said and brought her a cup of tea. Angela took a sip and gagged at the bitter taste of the tea. “What is that?” She spat out curiously. “It's a medicine,the young master said we should make sure you take it”. Devia replied, holding back her laugh,because of Angela's expression. “I think I prefer pills to that”. Angela replied,her face still wrinkled by the bitter taste. “You have to finish it up, my lady”. Devia pleaded softly. Angela drew a deep breath,then pinched her nose a little before taking it all at once. “Ahh!” She gasped and covered her face reacting to the bitter taste. “You did it, my lady,now please rest”. Devia replied and started cleaning up the table. Angela returned to the bed, she was starting to feel sleepy too. Perhaps it's the medicine effect, she thought. There was a knock on the door. “Devia?” She asked. “No my lady”. The voice wasn't so familiar. “Come in”. Angela replied. One of the female servants opened the door and entered the room with a friendly smile. Angela has not seen her before,she is a new face. She was dressed in a simple gown, different from others she has seen. "Good day my lady,I am Lily. I'm here to help you get ready for bed,"she said, smiling at Angela. "Would you please let me help you change into your nightgown?" “Oh..I can do that,you don't have to worry”. Angela replied. “It was an instrument my lady,ease let me”. The girl pleaded. Angela nodded,unsure what to say anymore. The girl bowed and began to help her remove her clothes. After she was stripped, Angela turned pink with embrassment knowing the maid maybe you get than her. “The bathroom my lady”. Angela nodded and she helped her walk towards the bathroom. The hot tub was ready to be used and she went in. The maid started washing her. She used a soft cloth to wipe away the makeup and the dirt of the day, and then she helped her to brush her hair. She was so gentle and soothing, and Angela found herself relaxing into her care. After the bath, she applied ointment on Angela's bruised skin and massaged her muscles. Angela noticed that she was very gentle and kind, and she was also quite skilled at taking care of her. It was like she was an expert at it. All her aching muscles are starting to get better and better. “Is there anywhere you want me to massage again, my lady?” The maid asked. “No..you did great”. Angela replied with a smile. “Thanks”. The maid smiled back and helped her into her nightgown. Once Angela was changed and laid down on the bed, the girl began to massage her her feet and hands. "Sleep well," she said, giving Angela a kind smile. "I'll be here if you need anything." “Thanks for your hospitality”. Angela replied with a smile. She bowed and left the room, closing the door behind her, Angela sighed deeply. “That felt great and comfortable,my body is all refreshed”She paused. “I wonder where that brat maybe now,his toy is being taken care of”. She cursed. “All I have to do is open up to Damon and have my freedom again”. Minutes later she froze off, only to find herself in the Montero’'s kitchen. She was dressed in only a red lace thong and bra, cooking a meal. "Why can't I find this?"Angela muttered, running her eyes on every corner of the room until her eyes caught the spatula. "There you are!” She snapped in excitement and walked to the cupboard section of the huge kitchen. Struggling on her tiptoe to look into the hanging cupboards but it was totally useless as the distance was twice her height. "Dang it!" Angela cursed and searched round the corners of the room for a lifter. She needed a foot stool, just then a hand slide from the back and wrapped round her small waist ,steady and strong. She found her legs up above the ground. "I thought you might need a lift, you are really tiny”. A voice whispered into her ears,which stained pink. “Damon!” She said in excitement. He kissed her neck and held her until she got to the spatula. "Now you can put me down"she instructed. Gently, he put her to stand on her feet, but didn't let go. “How tiny”. He teased her. "Don't blame me, the Montero are freaking giants, I guess the architect designed this kitchen specially for you guys only, even the servants had difficulty getting things out from that cupboard”. Angela groaned in frustration. "Well, you are one of us now,". Damon chuckled. “One of you?” Angela asked in surprise. “I am your first man,call me your husband, Angela”. He held her waist,she felt something hard against her soft behind and drew a deep breathe, knowing what it was. "Emmmm, husband,you are poking my butt with your erection, Damon"she whispered, cheeks flustered. “What do you say,we continue from where we stopped yesternight?” “Is it safe here in the Montero mansion,what of Antonio?” She replied and turned to face him. “The brat's taking a nap, besides you dressed like that,what are you expecting to happen,my naughty Angela”. Angela giggled and kissed him. “I love you Damon”.