Chapter 5

~AMORA~

Amora finally dressed up and left the hotel room in the afternoon. She took the elevator and came downstairs, she went to the receptionist to pay for the extra time she spent at the hotel room.

“You're free to go, Mr. Alessandro already sorted out your bills before he left.” The receptionist said and she smiled being reminded of him again. “He asked me to give you this.” The receptionist continued as she handed a business card to Amora.

Amora collected it, feeding her eyes on the beautiful card of Antonio's. It was really his. It belonged to Antonio Alessandro, does it mean she's going to meet him again? She smiled at the business card.

She left the hotel humming happily to herself and went over to Camila's house. She knocked on the door and it was opened.

Camila sighed out of worry and shifted for her to get in, “Hey, I've been looking for you. You didn't sleep at your place last night. Where have you been? ”

Amora beamed, “You won't believe who I met yesterday.” She said sitting down on the sofa and bringing out the card.

Camila collects the card from her, “Antonia Alessandro??” She read out loudly, “What is this?” She was confused.

Amora giggled, her cheeks brightly red, “I met him yesterday.”

Camila was still lost, “Where and how ?”

“I left home yesternight after calling you and my father left the house again. I stole my father's money and ran out of the house.”

“Amora! The guts!!”

“Yeah! I had to, I'm already sick of that house. It's boring being in that house. But…” her face brightened up, “I met Antonio Alessandro and we… he slept with me.” she beamed at Camila.

“Incredibile (Unbelievable!!) You?? Why?” Camila felt so awkward, “You slept with Antonio Alessandro? He's married with kids!”

“Yeah I know but he's so sweet. Like a father figure. You needed to see the way he loved me, the way he said nice words to me. All the things my dad never said to me, he said those words to me.”

Camila's face fell as she stared at her friend. “Wow… what about Eduardo? Don't.. doesn't …didn't he make you feel that way?”

Amora heaved remembering Eduardo, “He left me. After being there for me, he left when I needed him the most. And now…” she reached for her bag to look for the notes which Antonio wrote for her.

She ransacked her bag and creased up her face in frustration. “I can't find the notes he wrote to me, Camila.”

“Notes?” Camila asked while Amora nodded her head.

“Dio mio! (Oh my God!) I must've left them in the bathroom. Oh!” She said and began to pout while Camila watched her.

“Amora, he wrote you notes. You mean Antonio we used to see on TV not only slept with you but wrote you notes and even gave you a business card?” Camila asked, her voice shaking with envy and she tried to suppress it.

She can't have Amora notice that depth rising in her. Amora giggled, “Yes and I want to find him.”

“He's married with kids.” Camila repeated.

“I know but he's a good man. He said he loves me and will care about me and I should always remember him when my father maltreats me. No one has ever been that kind to me, not even Eduardo.” she said and began to type in the number on the business card.

“Are you going to call him?” Camila asked while she nodded her head smiling.

“Yes, I need to know if he got home safe.” She said and dialed the number, no answer even on the third attempt to call him. “He's not taking my calls.” She said and frowned towards Camila.

“Maybe he's…he's busy. Come have some food. You should be hungry.” Camila replied and walked into the kitchen, turned on the tap on the sink and began to wash her hand slowly while listening to Amora's squeals.

She began to wash her hand faster and faster, angrily, clawing on the skin of her palms until she heard Amora's footsteps behind her, she turned off the tap and turned to face her.

“He's not taking my calls Camila,” she squealed, staring at her phone.

“Maybe…”

“Let me check online.” She said and logged into her I*******m, she searched his name and his handsome face flooded her phone screen.

He's so handsome. So compassionate. She stalked him for several days, she did nothing but lie on her bed checking out the things he was doing, and what the press had to say about him.

She saw a photo of his wife, his children. She frowned, “Camila,” she called sighing out, “I'm so jealous, they have Antonio to themselves and they get to see him whenever they wanted.”

“You're still stalking him ever since?” Camila asked and sat down beside her on the couch in the living room watching N*****x and eating popcorn, suddenly Amora's phone began to ring.

“Who is that?” Camila asked, peeping into Amora's phone.

“I don't know, maybe my dad, he always calls me with unknown numbers.” Amora checked the caller before she took the call thinking it was her father.

“Hello, am I speaking with Miss. Amora Francesco?” A strange male voice flooded into her phone and she was startled for a moment. She exchanged glances with Camila.

“Yes, that's my name.” She sat up on the couch. Who could this be? She asked herself, getting tense and nervous.

“Uhm, I'm Mr. Antonio Alessandro's bodyguard and I've been looking for you for the past week now.”

At the mention of the name Antonio, she nearly leaped out of her chair jumping into Camila, “Antonio? You're Antonio's bodyguard? Where is he? Does he want to see me? Where can I meet him?” she rained questions at him while beaming at Camila.

“Can you come to the fashion event taking place tomorrow at Buccolini's Hall of Fame?”

“Yes. Yes. Yes. I will come.” she said and dropped her phone out of joy, “Camila!!! Antonio wants to meet me again!!!” she danced around the room out of happiness

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“Mrs. And Mrs. Alessandro is entering the arena to sign a new project to push the designing world to the next level.” Antonio entered with his wife clutching his side with her face full of smiles.

Cameras flashed on their faces. He placed his arm around her waist and she was waving to the press. To the audience.

"Ladies and gentlemen," the host of the event began, "I would like to present to you, the new visionaries of the fashion world: Mrs. and Mrs. Alessandro!"

The crowd erupted in applause, and Mrs. Alessandro looked at Antonio, her eyes shining with fake gratitude. They walked to the stage, hand in hand.

“Behave Antonio. Smile some more and stop looking so gaunt.” she whispered as she kissed him on the cheeks repeatedly.

“Smile some more?” He questioned trying so hard to hide the hate in his eyes towards her.

“Yes, you won't want to blow up this event. Your company prepared so hard for this.” She said in hushed tones. “I'm barely helping as your wife.”

He snickered before sizing her up with his eyes, “Just say it's for your sake. We both know you won't have agreed to be here if it's never going to benefit you.”

“Smile for the camera.” The photographer said and they both posed, Vittoria rested her head on his chest.

Antonio couldn't smile. He just can't, one of his bodyguards tapped him to alert his attention and call him out to one side.

“Sir, we have found her.” the bodyguard announced.

Antonio's heart skipped a beat. "Where is she?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper.

"She's here for the event."

His body tensed. He could feel his whole insides boil and churn in excitement, Antonio's head whipped around as he looked for her.

“She's in your car.” The bodyguard said and he was hurrying out of the hall.

“Honey, where are you going?” Vittoria was asking as she saw him hurry out with the flashlight of cameras following him, she turned to the press trying to put up an awkward smile, “Uhm, I think he needs to…uh… attend to our children, you know, he's such a caring man…” her voice trailed off.

He opened the car door himself and there she was, sitting down with her legs crossed, his whole body reacted in a weird way when he recognized her scent.

He was losing his breath all of a sudden, he recalled that night, he wanted to have her again, not once or twice but more.

Amora raised up her head when she saw him and she quivered, the hair on her skin recognized him, her nipples itched and hot liquid passed through her legs.

She wasn't aware she had missed him that badly. Of course she has thought of him this whole time as he has wanted her to.

She sat down with a cup of coffee sitting in front of her on the table, he was sitting opposite hers. Her hands itched to touch him.

His cologne is stronger than the last time. She wanted to bury her head in his bulky chest and let him touch her until she's out of this world again. Her lips were shaking and she tried to suck it…

“Be my mistress.”