Shadows Of The Vow

Chapter Four She's My Kind Of Full-Course Meal

Antonioni's POV

I wasn't sure what Patty said to Annabelle when I returned to the room, but I was very sure she had a crazy time with Patty mama. “Hey you! How come you opened the door for someone you didn't even know? It could have been an intruder!”

She didn't reply to me.

Instead, she went to sit on the sofa, seeming piteous and badly treated.

Even though it's unlike me to feel pity for people, there's something different about this girl that makes me feel compassionate for her, even when I don't want to. It's a feeling I could neither explain nor control.

I decided to be nice instead.

“How are you?”

She ignored me.

“Oh, I have ordered them to bring you some food.”

“I'm not hungry.” She yelled out at me, looking like an abandoned pet.

I decided to switch and be cold. She mustn't talk to me like I was some simp. I'm a damn Shadow king and I mustn't let her get comfortable disrespecting me.

“Still proving stubborn, aren't you? Look, I don't care if you stay hungry or not, I’m only showing courtesy.”

I pretended I didn't care, but I truly did. How can she stay hungry since the morning we got back and claim she's not hungry?

Such stubbornness.

I retired back into the closet to rearrange the guns I had come back with and get my other things in place as well.

I stole a glance at her, and she looked lost in thought.

All of a sudden, there was a knock on the door, and before I could answer, the chef called out. “It's the chef. You sent for me.”

“Oh yeah. Please kindly take it back, my wife said she's not hungry.”

I can't entertain her with disrespect.

I need to start training her and putting her in her rightful place, seriously.

She must respect me like every other person, it doesn't matter if I will be f*****g her or not.

She mustn't perceive me as weak; if not, with a lot of enemies lurking around, she'd either be used as prey or a tool to get at me. So I must use an iron fist on her.

I observed her countenance and noticed her face was red with anger. I pretended I didn't see that.

I was pulling my clothes.

“Don't buy whatever my mom says to you."

She still snubbed me.

Eventually, I got out of every clothing I had on until I remained only in panties.

I turned spontaneously, only to meet her eyes watching me with keen interest. Her piercing gaze sent sweet sensations down my body.

I tried to hide my expression.

“What the f**k are you looking at?”

She quickly looked away, ignoring my question.

I was tired. I didn't have her time.

I entered the shower and took a good bath. When I was through, I took the towel, wiped my body, and hung it back.

“What the hell would Lorenzo's next move be like? I need to think far ahead of him.” I was delving deep into thoughts, and then I reached out for my cigarettes and ash pot.

I smoked as I thought along.

All of a sudden, she came and stood at the entrance of the restroom.

Annabelle.

“To what do I owe this visit?”

She startled. Stammered.

“I… I… wanted to bathe, and you were staying longer than I could wait for.”

Longer than she could wait for? Like she owned my place with equal rights. I scorned her. “In my bathroom or yours?”

She shot me an angry look and bit her lips in pain.

I thought she was going to fight back. She didn't.

Rather, she ate me up with her stare. Her face was like her mother's own. The woman who’d connived with an opponent to tear me apart years ago. Now, here I am with her daughter, staring at me with the same eyes that scream betrayal. I couldn't help but wonder what was going on in that tiny head of hers.

She traced the stare-down to my d**k, obviously lost. Shamelessly.

I gently stared back at her. I thought she was naive, but then I began to think the girl wasn't as innocent as I thought after all.

I scanned her full body stature, as much as she did the same to me.

When she suspended her gaze from my d**k and looked back at my face, I stood up, treated her f**k up and went back into the room, taking my towel.

“Are you done watching, or do you need to take a picture too?”

In her usual way, she didn't say anything.

On getting into the room, I thought to myself,

“I'm not sure what that girl was thinking, but I might not be wrong to think she wanted me as much as I wanted her. Her stare says it all. If not, what other reason would make her stare so hard the way she did? I have to go back and try to smash her. Let's see if she will give in. I'm also getting f*****g hard seeing her curved up and looking all sexy.”

I pretended I was back to drop the towel.

She was almost done bathing, and oh my God! The clothes had covered up everything in their glory.

Her naked, slender body barely masked her curves.

Her ass, so fat and widespread, stood like it could have a cup comfortably standing on it.

Her breasts, so firm and pointed, called out for me.

As I looked at her, I couldn't help but gasp softly.

Without thinking about my actions, I gently drew closer to her and touched her face freely. Then I cupped it up in my hands and kissed her like a hungry lion.

Surprisingly, she kissed back, and our bodies jerked closer.

She continued to step backwards, kissing me back until her weight came to rest against the bathroom wall.

Our breathing was heavy.

My d**k was very hard, and I was feeling her.

I leaned my hardness against her body as I continued to lick every part of her flesh that my mouth met.

I wanted to carry her up in the air and f**k her until she screamed every letter of my name.

Without thinking about it, I jacked her up and spread her legs around my waist as I left soft, sexy bites on her face, neck, chest, and breasts.

She moaned sexily at every of my bite. She was dripping on me.

“f**k!”

All I wanted to do was have a feel of her mouth on my d**k, after which I'd slide my d**k into her pu*sy and f*ck her like my life depended on it.

“Go down! Suck me!” I commanded her, staring deep into her eyes.

She frowned and then quenched the fire that burned between us with her next comment. “I'm hungry!” She stamped.

I quickly dropped her and burst out laughing. I didn't see that coming.

Bitch!

“Am I some kind of play stuff to you?” She fired at me gently.

She used the moment I needed her the most to get back at me. Women.

Fucking petty women.

I thought she lied that she wasn't hungry earlier. I chuckled, my eyes twinkling with mischief. “Nah… you're my kind of full-course meal.”

She scoffed and left me there in the bathroom, tying my towel on her way out.

“You’re good but damn, your timing is…”

I was even confused about what I should say to her.

I pointed it out to her, but she cut me off and roared bitterly,

“I don't even know why I should be doing that with you. You don't care about me, you care only about yourself! First, you had your boys pull me today from my home like I was some rogue. And then you waved off the chef that brought me food without even asking twice, like I was some piece of trash that didn't matter…”

I pulled on my shorts, listening without speaking. I'm not the one to argue with women.

And if I laid my hand on her in her hungry state because of the way she talked to me, we'd record a murder case in the domain that night.

She was still standing there, tying my towel when a knock was heard on the door.

I had sent for clothes to be brought in for her, so no doubt, they were the ones at the door.

“Come in,” I ordered.

The door creaked open, and the two of my servants stepped in, arms laden with some neatly folded clothes.

Her eyes widened in surprise.

“We brought a mix of everything comfy as you instructed, sir. Would you like us to hang them?” One had said.

“Lay them on the bed,” I instructed.

They did, arranging them in rows. When they were done, they bowed slightly and left.

“I ordered the clothes for you from Shein.”

“Thank you,” she said while grabbing a short red gown and trying it on.

That was the first time I saw her act normally. No fights. No chemistry.

It had her fitted so well. I cast a brief look of admiration and looked away.

She mustn't catch me looking before she thinks I was already in love with her within a split second of meeting her.

That I fu*ked a woman doesn't even mean I liked her. Every woman who had been with me knew this.

I left her there and went to wear my hoodie and jogger.

She was hungry, so we needed to go and get her something to eat.

“Come with me, lemme get you something to eat.”

“Please, give me a little time. I will need to hang these clothes,” She pleaded.

I heard myself groan in acceptance.

We headed to the club, as that was the only place we could still find food at that time of the night.

We walked past the hallways and took the elevator down to the second floor.

When we got to the club, as usual, everywhere was boozing with entertainment and sin.

The air was thick with the smell of sweat, alcohol, and the faint smell of illicit substances.

Talk, shouts, and laughter laden across the air of the room, hidden in the sound of the jamming music.

I turned right and saw two naked ladies dancing and spiraling up and down the poles. That's a normal thing to see during club times.

She gasped. I was noticing she wasn't comfortable at all.

“Not your kind of place, right?”

She nodded in affirmation, her hands tightly wrapped around her body in some sort of tension.

“Don't worry, you'll get used to it.”I slipped out my little pod friend. Because nothing says 'relax' like watching someone else inhale fruit-flavored air. One slow drag, just for dramatic effect. She stared. Mute. Classic.

Abruptly, she sighted the food menu in front of her table and took it to read.

Little punk.

Before she dropped it, the waiter came to us, bowing to ME.

“Good evening, boss, good evening, ma'am. What would you like to have?”

“Direct that question to her. I'm not hungry,” I responded, pointing at Annabelle.

“What would you like to have, ma'am?”

“Some diced potato and lobster sauce with water,” She had responded abruptly.

Within the shortest while, the waiter came back with her order.

She ate as I spent my time flickering with my phone and replying to the messages I skipped during the day.

Also, entertaining myself in between with the showbiz of the people who misbehaved in front of us.

“Boss!” A hoarse voice had called out from afar, after a while.

It was him. The one who's always acting uncomfortable, no matter how I make him and his team feel comfortable.

“Adolf…” I called his name, and we exchanged a handshake.

He was just one of the sportsmen I hired from Germany, who trained my boys at intervals.

I liked him because he had the kind of fire I like to see in people. The fire of ambition.

He took a seat beside me.

“So great to know the crates were recovered. Those who dread shadows shouldn’t be found playing with darkness.” He said flatly, eyes dancing around and discomfort written all over him.

“Yeah.” I nodded once.

I observed him as he got up and left.

There's something impure about him, but I can't place my hands on it yet.

I swear, if he turns out to be a spy, I won't hesitate to paint the street with his goddamn blood.

I put in mind that later on,

I'll tell my boys to keep their eyes on him.

By the time Annabelle was through, we had left.

We went back to the penthouse and Annabelle slept.

But me, I had unfinished business with my men.

She slept on my bed, at the far end of the bed. As if afraid to be in it.