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

FOX IDEA

You can't just cast us away like that”. Grace spoke up. “I see, you need a broken limb then?” Antonio bellowed, his eyes stabbing them. The two blondes moved as fast as lightning, they took their clothes and left the room, that very moment. Angela was still very confused about the whole thing. “And you..?” He called her attention. Her heart raced nervously. Is this where everything ends? This is when I will be ordered to strip naked and give away my innocence? Why am I acting like I was saving it for someone's special? A finger flicked on her forehead, snapping her out of her thoughts. Angela blinked and looked up at Antonio. “Ye..yes.?” “What do you wish to eat?” That was a very unexpected question for Angela, her eyes widened in shock. “Huh?” He straightened up and walked towards his wine fridge. “Do you have any problem with hearing? Perhaps you need a hearing aid”. His voice came back cold. “That's not what I meant”. Angela replied slowly, her eyes downcast. “You must be hungry, you look pale and weak? So you have to eat”. Antonio said and returned to the couch with a glass of wine and a bottle. Angela watched him, took two glasses of wine in a row and coughed then tilted his head back resting on the couch. “You…you asked, what food I want to eat?” Antonio looked at her with a lowered gaze, pissed. “You do need a hearing aid, I see”. “Sorry I was just…surprised…you are suddenly being nice to me, sir”. She said softly. Antonio froze for a minute calculating her statement. “Nice to you?” Then his face lightened up as he burst into a teary laughter. He laughed so hard, took another two glasses in a row and coughed. “Oh my! I see what this is..you think I took interest in you, so I decided to treat you with gentleness and kindness. You bitches are all the same, thank you for the laugh”. “I am sorry sir”. Angela muttered. He raises a thick questioning brow. “What's that with the formality? Addressing me as sir..no longer Mr Antonio. Do you think it will make me less harsh on you and consider you?” Angela was quiet. He glanced at her. “Then I myself will choose how you address me, from now on don't call me sir, but my Lord”. He grinned, his eyes red and dark. Angela frowned at that. “You don't owe me sir, I can't say such”. “You have a hundred thousand dollars to pay back?!” He snapped immediately. Angela became weak instantly. “No …but..” “Then you have no choice! Call me by that name until you can pay back and remember you are to open your legs to me at all times..whenever and wherever”. Angela's fist clenched beneath the duvet. “Yes…yes..my Lord”. He smirked. “Choose a meal, eat…and get enough energy to handle me tonight, we have a lot to do, my mood is far different from normal so I can’t have you passing out in the middle of the act, all the time”. Different from normal? Angela could remember the cries she heard in her dream, maybe not in her dream. It all happened beside her. One of the two blondes pleading for her life..one mentioned about him being high and out of his senses. What could be the reason for his sudden pathetic acts? Or could this be a habit of his? She glanced over to him and watched him in silence. He drank all the wine and poured in another one. A knock sounded on the door three minutes later. Angela waited for him to give the order but he didn't, he was so focused on swallowing every drop of fluid from the wine bottle. “Come in,” she finally answered. Her chief maid Davia walked in and the other two others walked into the room with a tray of dishes. “For you my lady”. Devia said. “Thanks much appreciated”. Angela replied, shocked at how elegant they plated the food. They set the food on the dining table in the room and left afterwards. Antonio tilted his head backwards with a groan but said nothing. Angela started eating the food, slowly. Nothing beats homemade but the Monteros Kitchen is one of a kind..it was so delicious, Angela found herself playing with her toes. “A food lover of course”. Antonio murmured to himself, he glanced down at her and watched her chew the sausages. Angela noticed his gaze, her cheeks burned with embarrassment so chewed more slowly. He smirked and stood up, his legs unsteady. “I see you need a little help”. “No I don't”. Angela replied mouthful. Antonio however walked towards her. He caught her face with one huge and powerful hand. “You have quite a small face, Freckles”. The sudden situation made her too nervous so she swallowed her food hard down her throat. Anthonio gulped thirsty at the same time. “You need some wine?” Angela opened her mouth to say No. Unfortunately, he took that chance and kissed her demandingly, sucking away her breath. Angela's eyes widened at the trick, she hated that. When he finally let her breath, he poured a good amount of wine into his mouth… “Sir …ple…” Before she could finish her sentence. Antonio kissed her, she was forced to gulp the wine down her throat, a lot spilled out from the sides of her mouth. She coughed loudly afterwards because of the burn in her throat. “Sir..” He grabbed her hair tightly. “My lord! Say it”. “My lord..that hurts.” She winced “Does it?” Antonio grinned, staring down at her. Of course, he enjoys seeing women suffer this way, Angela thought. How long will I suffer? How long will this continue? Is this a life sentence? “Here Freckles, eat”. He called her attention, holding a sausage clamped in his teeth. How long will he continue to toy with her? How will she get the money to get free from this maniac? How? She drew a deep breath and leaned forward to eat the sausage. Just then the door opened and his Grandma Elizabeth entered. Angela froze at the spot, the look on Grandma Elizabeth's face says it all. Antonio was surprised too but there was no regret, this was actually beneficial to him because his grandmother will be more convinced about their relationship. “How naughty, this must be the fox's idea”. She smiled. Angela cut off the sausage and quickly lowered her head shyly.