Chapter 7 Video Taping
He may be relentless but she was equally adamant. She paced inside her room, trying to think of a way to break the friendship between her father and Quisito.
The sound of heavy footsteps in the hallway followed by the furious unlock of the door to the next room indicated that Quisito was home; But something seemed off with him.
She listened to his frustrated mutterings from the other room but eventually they died out.
Was something wrong?
She slowly walked out of her room and saw that the door to Quisito’s room was slightly open. After double checking the hallway, she poked her head inside his room and heard the shower running. The door to the bathroom was also not locked. Right then, a wicked plan bloomed in her mind. She knew it was risky but she had to do it, if she wanted to preserve her chastity for her prince charming.
After fetching her phone from her bed, she tip-toed back to his room. She was careful not to step on his discarded cloths that were stained with blood. She knew what it implied- he had some dirty business taken care of. But Kate wasn’t affected by the sight because she had seen a lot of blood in her life time and it was an inevitable part of the mafia life.
She took a deep breath, prayed to all the gods for aid and switched on the video camera before directing it into the shower through the slightly open bathroom door.
Her idea was simple - She would show the video of him bathing to her father and tell him that Quisito was sexting her. Since her father was very protective and sensitive when it came to her, her plan could succeed in wedging a wall between their bond.
And then she would be free from Quisito and won’t even have to go out to the places outside the mansion with him!
She inched a bit closer so as to grab a more precise view of him showering but at the same time she kept on glancing back at the door to make sure that no one was coming in, because she would literally die of embarrassment if anyone walks in on her doing this.
She tilted her phone a bit more and angled it closer to the open part of the shower door but that was a very wrong move because she lost her balance. She was about to fall forward and so to prevent that, she grabbed the handle for support, swinging the door open.
An hour ago, Quisito received a call from one of his men saying that there has been an attack on the family of one of his work partners. Thankfully the mother and her child missed death by a couple of inches. But Quisito wanted to show the attacker what would happen if anyone messes with a Don. He tracked down his enemy’s location and only returned after killing and dismembering his body.
But even after doing that, he couldn’t get himself to calm down. Fury burned through his veins as he drove back to the mansion. He hated bringing business home, especially when it was someone else’s place.
He was a raging bull by the time he reached the mansion because the image of the injured mother and child kept on flashing before his eyes and was in dire need for a cold shower. In a hurry he left the door to his room open. He furiously tugged away his blood-stained clothes, cursing at the outfit for not cooperating with him. He then walked directly into the bathroom and turned on the shower and stood there with his head bowed, letting the water slide away every smear of blood on his body. After five minutes, he was about to close the shower knob when suddenly his eyes diverted to a disturbance on the side.
It was Kate, with a phone held up in one hand and a jaw that was dropped open at the sight of his naked torso. Her eyes widened like that of a deer caught in headlights and stood rooted to the spot, even though her brain was screaming at her to run.
Quisito walked out of shower towards her frozen form and she was more than grateful for the boxers that he was wearing. Kate gulped when her eyes followed a tiny droplet that slipped from the edge of his hair and trailed down his huge body, slowly disappearing into his boxers.
“Like what you see princess?” he rasped, leaning against the door frame.
She immediately averted her gaze in shame because she realized that she had been worshipping his body with her eyes. She finally came out of her daze and tried to move away, but it was too late.
Quisito reached over and snatched the phone right out of her arm, even though she held it in a death grip.
“Hey! Give it back..!” she fussed, stepping into the bathroom when he moved back to examine the device.
“What were you doing with the phone?” he asked, holding it at a height Kate won’t be able to reach.
“I...I was...just trying t-to make a phone call” she lied, staring at her phone.
“So....you were trying to make a phone call...with the video camera on?” he deadpanned while raising an eye brow at her. His voice had a confident edge that she didn’t like.
With a nonchalant fake scoff, she ignored his question.
“Give me that!” she was now on her tip-toes, jumping like a frog, while he easily dodged away her efforts.
“I’ll give you the phone when you tell me the truth” he said, his deep blue eyes boring into her emerald ones.
“I WON’T” she snapped, making his jaw clench in response.
Quisito lowered the phone a bit and her hands reached for it, but she slipped and collided with his bare chest. Before she could step back, he snaked his free hand around her waist, keeping her flush to his chest, while he deleted the recorded video with the other.
He turned off the device and threw it outside to the couch and closed the shower door. She felt like being suffocated, not to mention the redness in her cheeks due to his closeness.