Chapter 3 Accidentally

The next morning, Angela woke up and opened her eyelids slowly, her eyes went to the fluffy white mass gathered above her. How pretty it reminded her of the clouds. She tossed it on the bed, it felt more comfortable than her bed. She groaned slowly, as a hammering sensation ached in her temple region, then slowly turned her head to the side, and the blue sky beyond the window and the curtains reassured her that she wasn't dead yet. Her blurry gaze continued wandering from the king-size bed with royal purple curtains to every corner of the room. She tried to think or remember where she was, and she got to that place, but the harder she concentrated, the harder her confusion became. She then decided to sit up and see if it can help with her stressed brain. Her glance shifted to the opposite direction only to see a giant man in a black suit on a giant royal chair, his legs crossed in a masculine manner and a hand resting on his jaw, head tilted to the side, his position reminding her of those hot vampires from webtoons. His eyes were so dark and that evil smirk on his face, he must’ve been watching her sleep. “Who are you!” She snapped, her eyes wide open, startled and scared to death. “I should be the one asking the questions here, who the heck are you…?” he snarled, his laser-beam gaze piercing into her eyes. “Eh?” Angela gasped, more confused than she had been before. Antonio stood up and made to approach her. Suddenly, Angela’s eyes grew big with shock like she just saw a ghost when she realized the man in front of her. “Oh my goodness! He is Antonio Montero”. She muttered to herself in panic. “Don’t come close to me! Stay away, I am warning you! I am no fragile woman! I got a weapon in here, how did you get into my room?” She snapped out. “Look around you bitch, this ain’t no pig pen of yours, you are in my house”. He suddenly cursed, a hand slapped on his face. “I can’t believe I am talking to some…low life”. “Pig pen?” Angela muttered a bit annoyed at the offensive words, then suddenly paused and looked around the room. The expensive curtains, the king-size bed and large space in the bedroom, this is not her bedroom! How did she end up with a man in a bedroom, not to talk of a man like Tony Montero! Her eyes widened, and her hand covered her mouth as a loud gasp escaped from her lips. “Where am I? How did I get here?” She realized her clothes had changed too. “What happened to my clothes, please don’t tell me you changed my clothes”. “Oh please, there's nothing in that body of yours that could definitely turn a man on, not to talk of me”. He continued to mock her with a calm tone that even annoys her the more. “Clothes don't hide beautiful figures, you don't have one, so don't worry I am not interested, you dream too big by the way, you are like a 3 on a scale, I will never hit that”. Angela’s jaw dropped at the statement. How rude can he be! How can someone so good-looking be lacking character? “I would have believed that if it weren't coming from a pervert and a womanizer who sleeps with everything on a skirt,” Angela sneered. Antonio lifted one dark eyebrow in a mocking arch. “Do you expect me to believe you've never had your clothes taken off by a man before? What are you, a thirteen-year-old virgin?” “I …have been undressed… undressed by …men …a man…before…my boyfriend actually ” she lied. “Not a stranger who decided to do it by himself without my consent and that’s sexual assault”. “You wish….women like you would kill to have me take your dirty clothes off your little slutty body”. “Oh my gosh you’re right, I am really lucky, so lucky, don't you see me crying because of joy?” She replied sarcastically. “Quit acting like you don't like being in the same room with me, it's everything that you've ever dream off. Sharing a room with a hot idol and a young billionaire as famous as me, and knowing that almost every woman in the world would like to take your place. It's a pretty powerful aphrodisiac, not even a fairy godmother can make such dreams come true”. A little sense of responsibility and respect didn’t appeal to this man…it was written all over his good-looking face. He is nothing like Kerry and her crazy friends had described him to be, she thought. When Antonio saw she was having a silent mental breakdown. “The maid got you changed, believe me there’s nothing interesting in your body, I would puke”. “That’s a very rude thing to say, Mr.… Antony”. “Antonio…” he corrected. “ You messed up my proposal, what were you expecting, a Queen’s treatment?” “I’m sorry, excuse me?” Angela blinked, unsure if she heard those words right. “I messed up what?” “You don’t remember anything from last night, do you?” He asked. “No I don’t”. She replied slowly. “Maybe the diamond on your finger will ring a bell”. “Diamond?” Angela muttered absentmindedly, then her eyes got a glimpse of a sparkling object on her finger, her heart skipped. She looked at it, her eyes almost burst out of the sockets, terrified. “A ring!” She yelled out like a handicapped victim in a horror movie.