Presidential Son-in-law

CHAPTER EIGHTY

Antonio stood inside his huge mansion that have a very huge glass that stood as a window, he stood before it with a glass of wine in his hand staring outside at the not busy road of the city. It was nighttime already so most of the people had already retired to their respective homes.

The half-moon which sit lazily in the sky surrounded by the clouds and the stars reflected on a part of his body while the other part was dark.

He pulls out his other hand that was buried deep in his pockets and ran it through his brown hair, his muscles flexing and moving easily, sliding beneath his taut skin of an athlete body.

He sipped from his cup, he had an expressionless face.

Shit. He thought. A frown appearing on his face. It was clear that he wasn't pleased. He sipped again, the red liquid content from his cup.

Lucy sat at the edge of the bedroom, she was clad in her nighties with her head bent low facing the ground and her hands intertwined together.

There was a mixture of emotion on her