29. This is real

ANTONIO

Erica looked rapt as she watched the actors on the stage. We were in an opera theatre. And unlike other times, I didn’t have it booked just for me or threw other spectators out. Keeping her dislike for that particular act, I only had Ephraim empty out the upper floor where now I was sitting with my little devil, who looked so beautiful and fûcking tempting in that baby pink dress with a faint flush on her cheeks that looked permanent now since she drank two glasses of red wine. And, while she enjoyed the performances of one of the finest theatre actors the city has to offer, all I could do was sit here and watch her and want her with every breath I was taking. I wanted to undress her right here and now and do all the dirty things to her. The need I felt for this woman was indescribable.

But I kept my patience, because I knew I’ll get the chance to do all those filthy things I wanted to, later. I’ll unwrap her when we go back to the penthouse, knowing that she belonged to me in