Pirate!SpainXReader Not your ordinary lady Part 13
Oh bloody Hell.
Your father stared at the Spaniard. Scrutinizing his figure while glaring. Antonio's brown locks were mussed, enhancing his already handsome self. His shirt was wrinkled and his green eyes had the slightest hint of sleep. Your father, on the other hand, had complete rage glazing his eyes. He was fully dressed as well.
"Papa, I-" you said, cut off by his irate shouting.
"Who is this? Why the hell is he in my house? Who the hell let him in? Get the hell out of my home!"
"Come to my study immediately," he ordered, glaring at Antonio before leaving. The study, the study, the damn study. The trouble you were in was massive to be held in the study.
"I don't give a damn about the arse study!" you exclaimed, slumping on the bed.
"Was that how you were planning to tell him