IRENE’s POV..
AT THE PARTY....
Later that evening, Antonio couldn’t take his off me. He kept stealing glances at me all while he was taking to some old men and I was sitting at the table, sipping from my wine glass.
We would make eye contact and he wouldn’t avert his eyes, instead he would hold me down with his strong gaze as he talks to them, making me feel some type of way.
He finally looked away from me for some minute to greet someone and I felt free.
“Hello beautiful.” A thick voice said from beside me, startling me.
He noticed how shocked I was and apologized. “Oh I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.”
It’s alright.” I smiled.
“Beautiful smile you’ve got there.” He complimented and I smiled wider.
“Thank you.” I responded out if courtesy.
“Do you mind if I
