Antonio Gabriel Fontana and Emilia Louise Thompson are total opposites. Opposites that should never meet. But when their drunken selves set them up for drama, things go down.
This scandal can ruin his reputation and the reputation of the Fontana fa...
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I groaned and flopped onto the couch with my hands on my head.
"Ma'am? Are you alright?" Dean, the man watching over me asks.
I nod.
Everything's great. Perfectly fine. Just that I haven't stopped thinking about my date with Antonio. I've been a nervous wreck since he left this morning.
It's for the show again. Right? Or does he genuinely want to go out and get to know me? It's hard to fucking tell with him.
It's just a date. I remind myself.
With Antonio.
"Oh gosh." I groaned.
Dean looks over at me worried. "Ma'am? Are you sure you're okay? Do you want me to call sir?"
"No. No. It's alright."
The day went slow as I was worrying and sleeping and waking up again just to worry and Dean constantly asking if I was okay because he genuinely thought I was going insane.
And I guess I am.
A little bit.
I get a message from Antonio to start getting ready after a few hours and I take a shower and shave. Just in case.
I've dreamt about his hands on me again and I hope that time I'll be tonight.
Once I was done showering, shaving and curling my hair, I split on a short white dress. It was tight-fitting and suited my body well.
I felt a little exposed when I stared at the bathroom mirror at the dress I chose that exposed a lot of Cleavage.
He's probably like it.
I come to the conclusion remembering the times he'd spend ages staring down my body.
Soon, I get my name called by Dean that Antonio is outside and he's ready for our date.
I open the door and see Antonio standing there in a different suit to what he wore to work and he looked so good.
"Wow." He whispers scanning my outfit. His hands reach my face and he cleans on a little lipstick I smudged by accident.
"You look so beautiful." He whispers.
"Thank you," I reply suddenly feeling so shy.
Antonio switches his gaze to behind me. "Dean you are free to go."
"Grazie Signore." He answers in Italian and heads out leaving the two of us. {Thank you, sir.}
Antonio takes my hand in his. "Ready to go?"
"Ready."
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After a few minutes, we arrive at a fancy and elegant-looking restaurant. It looked dipped in wealth with its gold pieces in the exterior and the black large doors and windows.
