Chapter 3: Speaking to Antonio

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I am here currently sitting in Antonio's Jeep because let's say the man won the challenge but you can't blame me he was intimidating so I just gave in and decided to go with him to dinner I mean it's just dinner.

We finally arrived at the restaurant as I was about to get out of the car Antonio locked my door and I looked at him curiously he then got out of the car and opened the door for me and I blushed.

"What type of gentleman would I be if I didn't open the door ?" he asks

"A stalker," I say, and he chuckles

We went inside the restaurant and Antonio asked for the table he booked so the man planned this.

"Sir, let me lead you to your table," the waiter says.

We get seated by the table. Antonio orders a bottle of wine, and we place our orders, which I order recco chicken pasta and the same with him.

Once the waiter is gone, he looks at me, and I feel so shy for some reason all over again.

"So tell me about you?" he asks, trying to start the conversation.

"Trust me, there isn't much about me. You would want to know you would get bored easily," I say as it's true.

"Try me," he says, looking me in the eyes.  Like he is up for some challenge

"I grew up in California with my papa and Cassandra. My papa died when I was 13 years old I coped with it pretty well because I had my two childhood friends with me but then Cassandra got married to another man for money and I had a step sister and you could say everything went downhill from there" I say thinking about the past but it feels good letting it out for some reason.

I look at Antonio and for once in my life I don't see pity in his eyes and I love it because all the people who are close to me in my life and knew about my situation always looked at me with pity and when people looked at me with pity I felt the need to cry.

"Who is Cassandra?" he asks, probably wondering if Cassandra was my stepmom.

"She is um my mother but you can say she wasn't a parent she was more of a guardian my papa was the one that always looked after me well she used his money and left me at home alone and once my papa died she got again married things became worse she started to bully me and when I finally left I made a promise to myself that I would be a good mother to my future children," I say as think about the promise I made the day I left.

He looks at me like he contemplating what to say, "So do you want children?" he asks me, and I laugh as that's the first question he asks out of my whole sad story.

He looks amused by me laughing and asks me, "Why are you laughing?" he asked me in his gruff voice.

"It's nothing but to answer your question. I do want to have children just when I meet the right partner, and what about you?" I ask as I'm thinking about a little small me running around the house.

"I do want to have one or two but like you said I also need to meet the right partner too," he says looking at me in the eyes I feel a certain type of feeling but it's unknown.

Our waiter then came with our food just as I was about to answer him. We then began to eat as we sipped on our wine and throughout the whole time we were eating I felt him staring at me and he is still staring at me currently he makes me feel like a teenage girl all over again.

"Stop doing that," I say as I'm getting hot with him staring at me.

"Doing what?" he asks in an amused tone

"Staring at me," I say, feeling a bit embarrassed

"I can't help it you a beautiful woman," he says, staring at me

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