✔️ SLANDEROUS INTENTIONS | +18

Chapter 33

☀️ MORNING ☀️

HELENA

Today, I have a mission to accomplish.

I have to erase my naughty cat's deeds. The table is a mess. At least, I'm used to cleaning — meaning I can wipe off the crime scene before he rises, but doesn't shine like the sun, but blazes my ass as I insisted on keeping Snowball in our bedroom.

Quietly, I tiptoe to the table and try to clean the documents, but to no avail. I can only clean the table. The yogurt is dried on the docs, and even if I try to scrape it off, Snowball's paw print is still visible. The personal stamp of my cat looks cute, and I can't help but smile with my head tilted.

However, my smile fades as I think about Antonio's reaction when he sees his documents. My cat is getting louder anyway, as she's hungry, making my husband grunt and shift in bed, groaning at my cat to shut up while hugging my pillow. Sighing in frustration, I wonder what I can do. Well, there is only one thing I can do: I leave the room and take Snowball with me.

As I walk into the kitchen, I give Snowball her breakfast, feeling anxious while waiting for Antonio to find his documents. I think about whether a sponge and scrubbing the document might help. I nod subtly at my idea. With my mind set, I search for a sponge.

"Why are you so tense?" Lilly asks me. She follows me as I desperately search for a sponge, praying he won't wake up, but he always wakes up so early. "I know you're still mad at me, but do you really have to be that tense next to me?"

Finding a sponge under the sink cabinet, I rise from my crouching position, seeing Lilly glaring at me sadly. I look at her, biting my lips and shaking my head, before saying, "You're not the reason I'm tense."

"Then what is the reason for your tension?" she asks me with a frown, her eyes on the sponge. "And what are you going to do with this?" She nods at the sponge.

"Helena!" Antonio's voice booms down the hallway, shaking the ground like a heavy earthquake and making my heart thunder, as I know he's coming for me like a bolt, ready to strike my goofy ass.

"That's why I'm tense!" I tell her, glaring toward the kitchen door. His voice grows louder and louder, calling my name, until the door slams open, and an enraged husband storms in like heavy thunder, only half dressed.

All the maids freeze in their tracks, not daring to speak or move, as he marches toward me with giant strides until he looms right in front of me.

"Antonio! This is a very inappropriate dress code, unacceptable," I scold him, trying to look brave and oblivious to the little mess I created in our bedroom with my cat in crime.

He disregards my comment about his appearance. Instead, he shoves a document right under my nose. It looks very familiar. Like the one I dirtied in his room. Who am I kidding? It's the exact one. Snowball's cute paw is on it. "What's this?" he demands, his voice the color red, shaking the room with his question.

"Looks like a document," I say obliviously, trying to play innocent.

He curses as he points to the paw on the document. "And what is this on the document?" he asks through gritted teeth, the enraged smile laced on his lips sending a chill down my spine.

"It looks like a stamp shaped like a paw," I reply with an innocent grin. "It's quite stylish and modern, if I may add. I love it! A great taste to seal the deals!" I give him a thumbs-up.

"Yeah? Really?" he asks, an interested frown on his face, and I smile with a nod, relieved that he likes the form. "Do you think I seal my deals with a stamp that looks like a damn paw?" he growls, clearly furious, making me step back. I take it back. I guess he doesn't like it after all.