Chapter 4

~ANTONIO~

Antonio opened the front door and walked into the house to see Vittoria standing in the middle of the living room in her lingerie with her phone in her hand.

Immediately she saw him, her eyes became red with fury as she strolled towards him with her heels clicking on the floor as she walked,  “Where have you been Antonio?”

“With the team members, I told you…”

She scoffed, “Team members Antonio? I called every member of your team and they never seemed to be aware of your whereabouts.”

He perked up his brows and came close to his wife, “And when did you start caring about my whereabouts?”

“How can you say that?! You know that it's your turn to take care of the kids, don't you? You know that I have a meeting with the Buccolini board members today and yet, look at the time you're coming into the house.” She caught a weird scent in the air and creased up her brows, drew him closer and sniffed him.

With a disgusting look on her face, “And you reek of sex and alcohol! Antonio!” she yelled.

“What? What do you want me to do for you, moglie (wife?) I can't have fun at home and I can't even have some fun outside, is that what this is about?”

“Fun? Antonio? Everything is fun to you. You knew you had to take care of the kids and…”

“And what?” He interrupted getting really worked up, how could she worry about her work life every point in time?  “The kids?” He muttered, “Vittoria, you just have a way of ruining…” Enzo, their last child walked into the room and they kept quiet, her mood changed.

She threw her arms around Antonio and kissed him. “Behave, Enzo is here.” She whispered into his ears while digging her hands into his hair. “I love you Hun.” She said out loudly staring at stonecold Antonio who wasn't buying any of her pretense.

“Eew! Mom, that's gross.” Enzo scowled, closing his eyes and running over to the kitchen refrigerator to get his milk.

Immediately he left, Vittoria pushed Antonio away  sighing out and digging her hands into her hair. She smacked her lower lips.

“Better behave Antonio. I won't tolerate any of your reckless attitude next time. I don't want my father to hear about you being a nuisance so please behave.” She warned and walked out on him.

He swallowed hard. Clenching his fist before disappearing upstairs and into his room. He let himself fall flat on the bed and stared at the ceiling for a while.

He breathed out staring out to the outside view of their residence before he got up and walked into the bathroom, his phone in his hand while checking for messages, business calls and there were so many of them.

He sighed again ruffling and reshuffling his hair before he stood in front of the mirror, dropped his phone on the stand staring at himself.

There was a kiss mark on his chest when he unbuttoned his shirt, it made his hands seize from touching himself as he remembered that wet girl from last night.

He recalled her wet hair, wet body, wet lips, her wet pussy… he bit his lower lips…his thoughts were interrupted by the loud buzzing of his phone.

He stared at the phone screen reading the name of the caller, it was his father in law. He rolled his eyes.

A slap greeted his face as soon as he stood in front of his father in law, “Antonio, I didn't pick you up from dirt and made you a human being so you would make my daughter feel any less of herself!”

Antonio winced as the sting of the slap lingered on his cheek. “Father.” He tried to keep a soft voice but the pit of hell rising inside of him is something he couldn't subdue, it was written all over his face.

“Yes? You want to hit me back? Quit staring at me like that! You think you're a billionaire today and you suddenly feel like biting the hand that fed you?”

“I was taking care of some matters last night and that's why…”

“Dahalia Hotels??” he interrupted, “Who was that woman?” Buccolini roared, getting up from his seat and fixating his eyes on Antonio's face. “A whore?”

“She's not a whore.”he defended but regretted doing that immediately, “I don't think I should be explaining my personal life to you father.” He tried to gain a stance in front of Buccolini.

“Did you sleep with her?” Buccolini attacked him with another question.

“And if I did?”

Buccolini let out a laugh, “Vittoria shouldn't know about it, neither will this ever come in between her work life and ruin it. I won't sit back and watch, Antonio.”

He clenched his fist, he was boiling as he stormed out of Buccolini's office. His secretary scurried behind him as he stormed his way out of the company.

The bodyguards opened the doors of his limousine and he climbed in, to let off steam, he loosened his tie, half tore his shirt and began to scream inside the car.

“Drive to Vittoria's residence now!” He roared to the chauffeur and the limousine drove off to her place.

He stormed into her apartment and saw her sitting down, drinking wine and chatting with some friends. She caught him with one corner of her eyes and stood up excusing herself.

He closed in on her, “Really?! Reporting to your father, was that necessary?!”

“I wanted to teach you a lesson so you won't repeat that again.”

“What?” He began to laugh, “You seriously think  I am your son Vittoria? You think I'm little Matteo or Enzo? You think you can treat me anyhow you want because you're Buccolini's daughter?”

“Do you have a problem with me being Buccolini's daughter?”

Heated gaze, tensed voice and forced breath. He wished he wasn't here. He wished he was somewhere else. In DAHALIA'S HOTEL making out with that girl… maybe he might see that wet girl again.

Staring at Vittoria so intensely reminded him of the sharp contrast between that girl he met and his wife.

“You just do as you want.” He said wheeled around and walked out, “I need you to find someone for me within a week.” He ordered his bodyguards before he got into the car.

“Who?”

“The girl I met yesternight at DAHALIA'S hotel.” He said and brought out his phone to show off the faint picture he took of her in the morning while she was sleeping, “Here's her picture. Find her.” he ordered before his car drove off.