Skin to skin Mistress

Chapter13

Huh? Amora blinked twice, she was shocked. She wasn’t wishing to get that kind of cold treatment from him.

He was staring at her coldly, she could feel the shivers creeping into her skin. Did she do something wrong? She asked herself?

Was she not good enough in bed for him? Is there something bothering him?

“You need to dress up and leave. I am meeting my team members in this room very soon.” He said as he put on his shirt not even turning to look at her.

She stood up dejectedly and reached for her clothes, she began to put them on, her mind racing until she felt hands gripping her waist and a breath fanning her neck.

“I will see you soon.” The husky voice sounded more like a command than a request. “I will send my chauffeur to pick you up at seven tomorrow.”

“Where are we going?” She asked, turning to look at his face.

“Bambino, they don’t ask me so many questions, you just do as I ask.” He said, sounding soft but at the same time, dangerous as he touched her forehead and caressed her face.

“You will need to become extraordinarily beautiful, more beautiful than today.” He said resting his two hands on her waist while Amora nodded her head. “Now get dressed, my chauffeur will take you home. I need to speak with my team members.” He said and released her.

Amora put on her clothes and came out of the closet to see that Antonio was nowhere to be found. Where did he go? She had no idea but there was a bunch of dollar notes on the desk.

For your upkeep. Get yourself something to eat and please, eat slim. I don’t need you to get fat, Bambino.

Reading the note over and over again. She doesn’t need her to get fat.

“Are you serious Amora? He sounds like someone who’s totally insane! You need to eat slim so you don’t get fat!” Camila yelled when she read the letter Amora brought home.

“Well, he’s telling the truth. I eat way too much that I need to start cutting down on my diet. I think that’s what got him pissed off after we had sex.”

“Hmm?” Camila crossed her arms around her chest, “I think Antonio is not good for you.”

“He’s good for me.” Amora defended and just then, there’s a buzz on her phone, she reached for it. “I think my dad is calling me with an unknown number again.”

“Your dad?” Camila asked, tucking her hair behind her ears, “Why is he calling?”

“I don’t know. Maybe he wants to know if I’m dead or alive. Or maybe he finally decided to tell me about his affair with a woman!” Amora said as she tapped on the green icon.

“Amora, I will just go straight to the point. You’re a disgrace, okay? I’ve seen that no matter what I do to make you a better daughter, you won’t turn out to be good. So I’ve decided that I will give you the life which will benefit you the most. Come to the house as soon as possible, we’re going somewhere together.” He said and hung up while Amora was in a daze for a while trying to figure out what he was saying.

“What did he say?” Camila asked as she stood up to join her friend in her seat.

Amora shrugged her shoulders, “I don’t know what I did this time but he wants me home now.”

“Damn it! Won’t he learn to leave you alone? You just started recovering.” Camila said, pouting while Amora let out a sigh.

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“Sir, I’m of the opinion that Jennifer Lopez’s appearance as a guest of honor for the fashion week we would host in Paris next week would be a success.” One of the team members suggested.

“Have you emailed Lopez’s manager? Any member of her team?” Antonio asked. He was flipping through the papers in his hand and looking up at intervals to stare at the faces of his team workers conversing with him.

“We’re yet to do that sir. We are just having it as an idea…”

“An idea?” Antonio interrupted and the tension in the room heightened, “How many times have I warned all of you that I hate underdeveloped ideas?” He asked his eyes circulating the room while the team members cowered, marrying their laptops and files in front of them.

His eyes finally settled on his secretary who was standing behind him, “Can we reach out to Lopez before today is over?”

“No sir. In my opinion, a guest appearance of this kpop popular star called BTS…” Antonio’s phone began to ring and the secretary kept quiet.

He checked his phone screen. Vittoria. Not again. He swallowed and; “How may I help you Mrs. Buccolini?” He asked with utter mockery of her father’s last name.

“Come to father’s house now. He’s celebrating his 60th birthday.”

Antonio snorted, “60th birthday? This is the fifth 60th birthday he’s celebrating this year, Vittoria. Isn’t he tired of it?”

“Speak to my father with some respect.”

Antonio hung up, there’s no need arguing with Vittoria this evening when anything he says may be used against him in the presence of her father.

“We will meet tomorrow at work. I need a report of everything that happened today, send it to my mail.” He turned to his secretary, “It seems like you’re getting tired of your job. I will get you a replacement.” He said and walked out while the secretary’s legs wobbled until she dropped to the floor weakly.

His car was opened for him and he stepped in. Another secretary was already in the car waiting for him. “Sir, we have a meeting with Ford’s designer…”

“Cancel it.” Antonio interrupted checking his wrist watch until the car stopped in front of Buccolini’s private residence. A house which Buccolini always reserved for his parties.

“Daddy! Daddy!” His sons ran into him and he lifted them one after another;

“How are you doing,” he kissed them before reaching for his daughter who slapped his hand away.

“Promised you would get me a teddy bear but you didn’t.”

“Maybe I forgot…” he turned to his secretary who was standing behind him, “Why haven’t you gotten her a teddy bear?”

“I was…”

“You’re fired.” He said politely while strolling with the kids jumping around him until he ordered the maids to come and take them, “Antonio!” Buccolini called and he turned to the direction of the voice.

He saw him, he was wearing the best cotton design which he had just made and never put out to be sold or even for advertisement, auction or even a fashion show!

How did he get his hand on his new designs! Vittoria! It can only be Vittoria;

“Come, I need to introduce you to my new mistress.” Buccolini announced as he covered the spaces between them.

New mistress? Buccolini changes his mistress every season. It’s already a thing. “A new mistress? I bet she’s going to be as fine as the others.” Antonio said walking up to his father in law with his hand crossed against his back.

“Come let me show you.” Buccolini said and he led him away until they reached the table where Antonio stood, shocked as he recognised the woman sitting at the table with a dress that barely covered her skin.

“Her name is Amora.” Buccolini mentioned.