Chapter 19 Does It Hurt
Since she was sore between the legs, she didn’t attend defense training. She listened to her lectures while eating breakfast in bed. She did some studying until it was time for her to get dressed, to go out with Quisito.
She wore a comfy sweatshirt and jeans but even as she got ready, she couldn’t ignore the uneasy feeling she had in the pit of her stomach because she was going to face Quisito after their first night together.
Was she nervous? – A little bit
Was she furious? – Hell Yes!
Chris’s accusing words bounced inside her consciousness when she made her way into the back Quisito’s of car while he shared the front seat with a guy she didn’t know.
He didn’t look back or even share a word with her and acted as if nothing happened between them.
She was hurt; But she said nothing.
The men talked about business all along the way while she engaged herself in enjoying the scenery that ran past the window next to her. But even as he was engrossed in the conversation, Quisito kept glancing at the rearview mirror to make sure that she wasn’t doing anything to blow up the car because she was awfully quiet in the backseat.
They reached a huge hospital at the heart of the city and took an elevator to the third floor.
“Please come this way” the hospital staff lead them into a room where the Lena nursed the baby, while her husband stood by her side, helping her to hold up the baby’s head. It was the most beautiful sight Kate had ever seen, mostly because she doesn’t remember anything about her mother who passed away shortly after her birth.
Lena looked tired from labor and still had the IV attached to her hand. But her face shone with inexplicable amount of happiness as she held close the tiny human being – Her tiny human being.
“Don...” the husband greeted Quisito by hugging him with gratitude because he had helped in taking care of Lena during the last stages of her pregnancy.
“Meet your godson...” the proud father carried the baby from Lena’s hand so that Quisito can hold the tiny wonder. Kate moved aside a little to give him space to hold the baby but she was worried that he might strangle the baby with his muscular hands; So, she blurted out the first thing that came in her mind, a little too loud.
“Careful. You’ll crush the baby”
Immediately some people in the room gasped because no one, absolutely no one had the right to speak to a mafia leader like that. Quisito’s jaw clenched at her phrase but his next words were very very calm.
“Don’t worry Kate I know how to handle babies and kids...especially the ones who throw tantrums” the last part was undoubtedly aimed at her and she opened her mouth to shout back another snarky comeback at him, but decided against it because what he said was partially true.
She did throw tantrums like a child, even though she was 19 years old. But that was mostly because she was bored out of her mind, sitting alone in a huge mansion, devoid of normal human contact. She never apologized for her stubborn attitude because she blamed her circumstances, while others claimed that it was due to the lack of a mother. When she was born, she had two choices – To stay alive in a cage or break free and die in the arms of the enemy. Her father made the decision for her and chose the first one out of love and helplessness. He had already lost his loving wife and was not ready to lose his only daughter.
Quisito and Kate were alone in the car when they drove back home from the hospital. He made her sit on the passenger seat and got behind the wheel. Even as she watched out of the window, her mind was preoccupied with the image of Quisito holding the baby. If she hadn’t witnessed it with her own eyes, she would have had a hard time believing the fact that such beast of a man also had a soft side.
“Does it still hurt?” he asked out of the blue, breaking her train of thoughts.
“What?” her brows furrowed in confusion as she turned to him from the bridge view outside.
“About last night...does it still hurt...when you walk?” he clarified and immediately her cheeks tinted red.
“It does hurt...” she replied through gritted teeth after a second. But she wanted to yell at his face that she was hurting more because of his indifferent attitude. When she screamed at him a few days back, saying that she wasn’t going to be his prostitute, he had assured her that he would never treat her like one. But now his words meant nothing because his actions spoke louder.
Kate said nothing more as she played with the hem of her top, while her mind anticipated his moves for the approaching night.
After having dinner, Kate was doing a lot of pending homework and assignment when she accidentally fell asleep on the bed, amidst and on top of the open notebooks and papers. When Quisito walked into her room that night, he didn’t expect her to be sprawled across her study materials like a literal book worm.
His eyes lingered on her exposed milky white thighs for more than a second.
The thighs which he held open while he made her cum soo hard last night...
With a deep sigh he closed his eyes shook his head in order to gain some grip on his sanity and began clearing out the papers and books one by one. Even when he pulled out a book from under her body she didn’t stir because she was in a deep sleep. Carefully he made her bed and laid her on it properly without waking her. After turning off the lights he returned to lay next to her and pulled the duvet to cover both of them. He gently pulled her closer until she was pressed against his chest.
He looked down and let his fingers softly remove a few hairs that were stuck to her forehead and it revealed her peaceful sleeping face.
He remembered her tear-stained face from last night. He was the sole reason.
Now the angel was sleeping peacefully in the embrace of the only devil who can keep her away from any danger in this world.
“I’m so sorry Principessa...” he whispered with a heavy heart and placed a tender kiss on Kate’s forehead, before letting sleep evade his senses. (princess)