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 open. After double checking the hallway, she peeked inside and heard the shower running; but 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 into his room. She was careful not to step on his discarded cloths that were stained with blood and 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 a part of the mafia lifestyle.
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 to her father and tell him that Quisito was sexting her. Since her father was very sensitive of her, her plan might 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. The mother and child nearly escaped death 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.
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 great full for the boxers that he was wearing. Kate gulped when her eyes followed a tiny water droplet that slipped from the edge of his hair and trailed down his huge body, and slowly disappeared into his boxers.

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Don's Blackmail
RomanceHe got on the bed and pulled her to its middle, roughly enough to make her bounce on it. When he hovered his huge frame on top of her, tears welled up in her beady little eyes and they glittered in the moonlight. "Is my princess crying?..." He cooed...