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Antonio: Are your bodyguards around?
My bodyguard was Michele, and he was probably too busy watching strippers to keep an eye on me. I didn’t care. Antonio was definitely missing the point. So, I got out of the bathroom and found a wall to lean into. I fluttered my eyes to focus better on the keys and sent another text.
Priscilla: But u know like my own personel stirpper. I’d have loved that.
I looked down at my phone for a text back, but it didn’t come. Maybe alcohol was messing with my sense of time, but I felt like he would have answered by now.
Just when I was about to send another text, a small hand wrapped around my wrist. “Are you drunk texting Antonio?” Mia asked, amused.
I looked at her smiling face and smiled back. “You are so pretty. Is this a Mazzoni thing?”
She laughed, throwing her head back. “Girl, you are really drunk. Come on, let’s sit. Antonio is concerned for you.”
Aww, that was sweet. “Is he?”
“Yes, he called me and asked if I was still with you. He might be afraid to lose his bride just days before the wedding. If you go lost, I don’t know if he can find another bride who meets his standards.”
I shook my head, smiling. “He can’t find anyone like me. He loves me.”
“Fuck, how much did you drink?”
I didn’t answer. It was not about the drinks. It was a fact, but everybody was just too stubborn to accept it. Antonio was in love with me already, but he just didn’t know it yet.
When we reached our spot, I sat down and watched the show on the stage. Bella brought me water, and it really made my sight better. I knew I could text better now. I waited for everyone to be occupied with something and then took out my phone.
Just like always, Antonio answered my text. He never left me on read.
Antonio: Please, be safe.
My drunken heart fluttered inside my chest, and I couldn’t control my smile as I typed back.
Priscilla: I wish I could kiss you right now.
I wanted him to type backme tooor tell me how many more things he wanted to do to me. I wanted to hear so many loving words, but probably it was too early for that because Antonio didn’t answer. It was too weird.
I tried to focus on Kira and Beatrice’s conversation and the show on the stage, but I just couldn’t. He had to answer me. It was not normal.
It was late, and I knew he liked getting a good night’s sleep, but still, I didn’t feel like he was asleep. He would have texted me that after our conversation. He would have not gotten to bed before Mia and Bella were back at the hotel.
He would have not slept before I was safely back home.
A horrible feeling filled me, and I texted again. My heart was beating so hard, and a ton of horrible scenarios were dancing in my head.
Priscilla: Are you okay?
I waited, looking at my phone. Chest hurt from all the anxiety.
And then a text popped up. A text that changed the direction of the feelings in my chest. A text that made me so excited and horny I could feel my heart and clit beating to the same rhythm.
Antonio: Come out from the side door.
I basically jumped on my feet going to the side door, but a hand on my arm stopped me. I turned to the owner of that hand with my most frustrated face. I just wanted to see Antonio. I was so excited and drunk. It was not a good idea to approach me now.
I got face to face with Michele’s sinister smile. “Where to sister?”
I groaned loudly. “This is the time you decide to worry over me. Go get a lap dance. It’s on me.”
The lines of his face turned harsher. “Where are you going, Priscilla?”
