Chapter 20
Tessy’s POV
“Viper!” I hope deeply in my heart that he doesn’t respond to it, but what if he did? What will I do? I need to stop thinking and focus.
Anthony didn’t flinch, he was just normal doing what he was doing, if truly Viper was his name, I am certain he would have turned around to answer me and lastly if he didn’t want to answer me, he would have reacted to the name or something.
I am happy he is not Viper, he is just my sweet sugar daddy that loves to watch after me
He walked towards me, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “Who’s Viper?”
“I heard the name in a story and just felt like saying it,” I lied, avoiding his gaze. Maybe he is the jealous type, I chuckled.
Anthony’s gaze lingered, as if searching for truth. Then, he kissed my cheek. “Okay, love but I hope you are not crushing on Viper that’s in the book you are reading?”
“Maybe!”
“Hum!!” I knew he was jealous, I made him understand I was just pulling his legs.
After a refreshing bath, I joined him on the bed.”So tell me Babydoll, how are you feeling,” he said, handing me a glass cup of yogurt looking so hot, sometimes I wonder how on earth is he this attractive? I guess when he was my age, girls must be queuing up to get his attention.
“Thank you Daddy,” I replied with a beautiful smile while drinking from the cup.
As I relaxed on his body, I couldn’t shake off the feeling that Anthony was hiding something. Why am I still having doubts? Viper, the name, seemed to stir a deep unease within me but looking at Anthony, I knew deep down he couldn’t be Viper. He was too sweet, too gentle.
He spoiled me rotten, catering to my every whim. His love and care enveloped me like a warm embrace.
“I love the way you pamper me,” I said, snuggling into his side.
“It’s my pleasure, Babydoll,” Anthony replied, his voice filled with affection. “You deserve the world.”
In this moment, I knew I was exactly where I belonged with Anthony, my Sugar Daddy, my protector, my love even if it’s a forbidden affair, I won’t regret it.
“Are you okay?” Anthony asked, his voice dripping with concern.
“Yes, Daddy, as long as I’m in your arms, I’m super okay!” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.
Anthony’s fingers traced my cheek, sending shivers down my spine. His lips devoured mine, kissing me all over. “So, tell me, Babydoll, do you feel any regret being with me?”
His question caught me off guard. Did I regret being with him? Not really, except for the guilt lingering about Eddy. He had no idea I was entwined with his uncle.
I climbed onto Anthony’s body, my lips crashing into his. “I have no regrets,” I whispered huskily, “but tell me, are you having second thoughts?”
Anthony’s eyes sparkled mischievously. “What do you think?” he asked, flipping me onto the bed. His magical tongue teased my body, making me shiver.
“Do you have plans for tomorrow?” he asked, his voice low and seductive, my body already reacting to his deep sexy voice.
“Not really, why do you ask?” I replied, my gaze locked on his tattooed body.
“I have plans for us,” he whispered, his eyes gleaming.
“Really? Tell me!” I exclaimed, excitement coursing through me.
“Come closer,” Anthony whispered, his lips brushing against mine. “If I tell you, I’ll ruin the surprise. Someone will get you dressed tomorrow, but tonight, you’re mine.”
Anthony’s smile left me breathless. I frowned, expecting him to reveal more.
As he stood up, I realized I’d spend the night in his villa. Bliss.
Just then, Eddy’s text popped up. I replied casually, feeling a pang of guilt.
*
The next day, five stylish women entered my room, led by lady with red hair.
“Good day, Miss Tessy, my name is Ruby, We are here to get you ready for your outing,” She said with a smile.
I beamed, and we got started.
Luxury clothes, bags, shoes, and accessories flooded the room. This new life was intoxicating.
Within an hour, I transformed into a queen, thanks to their expert makeup and styling.
Descending the staircase, Anthony awaited, dashing in his tailored suit.
“Wow, Babydoll, you’re stunning!” He kissed my hands, and my cheeks flushed.
“You look great yourself,” I replied, my heart skipping a beat.
“Shall we?” Anthony asked, offering his hand.
“Yes, we shall,” I said, entwining our fingers.
Outside, a sleek car waited. Anthony opened the door, and we slid in.
As the driver sped off, Anthony brought out champagne and we toasted, clinking glasses.
“I love you, Daddy!” I blurted, my voice barely audible.
Anthony’s smile spoke volumes, but he remained silent.
Where were we headed? The mystery only heightened my excitement. We finally got to our destination, I saw the write up, an opera show taking place today, I love him so much.
We stepped into the grand building, and Anthony guided me through the VIP entrance. I gasped at the breathtaking artworks surrounding us.
“This is incredible!” I exclaimed.
Anthony smiled, pleased. “Glad you like it, Babydoll.”
He glanced at his expensive Patek Philippe watch. “Give me 15 minutes. I’ll be back. Enjoy the artwork, and don’t worry, the opera show starts in 20 minutes.”
I nodded, captivated by the masterpieces.
As Anthony disappeared, I wandered through the galleries, snapping photos of the stunning artwork. Ladies admired my expensive gown.
“Your dress is stunning!” A lady with long brown hair wrapped in a ponytail said to me with a beautiful smile, she looks good herself.
“Thank you!” I beamed, chatting with them.
Suddenly, I walked to a place that had no crowd but a beautiful masterpiece was there, I snapped one more photo, unaware that a masked man was also captured in the shot.
He stormed towards me, his voice menacing. “How dare you take a picture! This place is off-limits.”
My heart racing, I trembled, on the verge of a panic attack.
Just as the man’s anger escalated, Anthony appeared, wrapping his protective arms around me.
The masked man’s demeanor shifted. “I apologize, sir. I overreacted.”
Anthony’s grip tightened, his eyes narrowing. “Explain.”
The man hesitated. “Your… guest took a photo and this place is off limits security protocol, I am sorry once more boss, I never knew she was with you.” He was scared like someone place a gun to his head
Anthony’s gaze softened. “Okay, you can go.”The man nodded and swiftly departed.
I still trembled, my mind racing. Why did the masked man’s attitude change so suddenly?
Anthony held me close. “Babydoll, I know you were scared but I am here now, he was just doing his job but went too far, he treated you badly.”
I recounted the incident, my voice shaking.
Anthony’s expression darkened. “You’re safe now. I won’t let anyone harm you.”
His reassuring words calmed me, but the encounter left me unsettled.
The opera announcement interrupted my thoughts: “The show will begin in five minutes. Please take your seats.”
Anthony guided me to our VIP box, his arm wrapped around me.
As the opera began, I tried to focus on the performance, but my mind lingered on the mysterious masked man and Anthony’s protective embrace.
As the opera’s majestic melodies filled the air, I settled into Anthony’s side, his warmth comforting me. Despite the lingering fear from the earlier incident, I tried to focus on the performance.
The soprano’s voice soared, echoing through the opera house. I closed my eyes, letting the music wash over me.
Anthony’s hand found mine, his fingers intertwining with mine. His gentle squeeze reassured me, and I opened my eyes to meet his concerned gaze.
“Are you okay?” he mouthed.
I nodded, managing a weak smile.
The opera’s drama unfolded on stage, but my attention drifted to Anthony. His profile, illuminated by the dim lighting, seemed chiseled from marble.
His eyes never left the stage, yet I sensed his awareness of me. His thumb caressed my hand, sending shivers down my spine.
As the first act concluded, Anthony leaned in, his whisper sending tingles through me. “Intermission. Would you like some champagne?”
I nodded, and he guided me to the VIP lounge.
Sipping champagne, I couldn’t shake off the feeling that the masked man’s sudden change of heart was more than just a coincidence.
The opera’s second act began, distracting me.
As the music swelled, I lost myself in the performance, Anthony’s presence, and the mystery surrounding us.
During the final act, Anthony’s arm wrapped around me, pulling me close. I rested my head on his shoulder, feeling safe.
The opera’s grand finale left me breathless. As we applauded, Anthony turned to me.
“I hope you enjoyed it?” he asked. I smiled. “Despite everything, yes I enjoyed myself.”
Anthony’s eyes sparkled. “I’m glad.”
As we exited the opera house, the night air enveloped us. The city lights twinkled like diamonds.
Anthony’s hand found mine again. “Where would you like to go next?”
I leaned into him. “Wherever you take me.”
His smile hinted at secrets and surprises to come.
*
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A few days later, Elizabeth and I strolled through the amusement park, laughing and snapping photos.
We stopped at an ice cream stand, savoring the cool treats.
“Let me take a picture of you,” Elizabeth said, grabbing my phone.
I smiled, posing with my ice cream.
As Elizabeth scrolled through my photos, her expression changed from joy to shock.
Reading her expressions, she looks like someone consumed with fear.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, concerned creeping in.
Elizabeth’s eyes locked onto a particular photo – the opera night picture.
“The mask!” Elizabeth whispered.
“What about it?” I asked.
Elizabeth’s voice trembled. “I’ve seen it before. In Miami. Remember I told you I saw some people wearing masks and carrying a dead body.”
“Yeah you told me but I still don’t understand?”
“This is the mask I saw, I know I am not mistaken.”
“Huh??”
TBC.