CHAPTER 5

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 was something he couldn't subdue, it was written all over his face.

"Yes? Do 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? Do 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 last night at DAHALIA'S hotel." He said and brought out his phone to show off the faint picture he had taken of her in the morning while she was sleeping, "Here's her picture. Find her." He ordered before his car drove off.

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

"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?? 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 last night after calling you and my father left the house again. I stole my father's money and ran out of the house."

"Amora!"

"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."

"Unbelievable!! You?? Why?" She 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.. don'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 that Antonio had written 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 letters. You mean Antonio we used to see on TV not only slept with you but wrote your 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."