–Aamon–
Daria ran a few more searches through her system for the lists of people who had reached the national level back in the Philippines.
Caia’s name was nearly at the top of the list.
It meant there was a target on Caia’s head because of her mother.
I didn’t hesitate to call Dad.
He answered after a few rings.
There were background noises—laughter, and I heard Caia’s voice.
“Hello, son!
It’s a good thing that you called.”
“Father, listen.” I said seriously as he fell silent.
The noise in the background started to fade.
It seemed like he had walked away.
“There’s a target on Caia’s head.
I think her mother bid it up to the highest level.
I don’t know if it’s only her mother, but this is fucked, Dad.”
“Oh, shit,” he exclaimed.
I breathed out.
“Shit,” he murmured again.
“Just her, right?
How about the two?”
“There’s no target on them yet, but Caia went to the top of the contract.”
“I can’t tell her this,” he murmured.
“This is a mess, Aamon.
How did it get up there?”
“Daria and I are still investigating it.
I also assigned hackers to gather this information.”
“Okay.”
“How long are you going to stay in the middle of the sea?” I asked and switched the cameras on the tablet to the yacht.
Caia was wearing a baggy outfit while playing cards with my mother and her siblings.
“Well, I was still thinking that maybe until next week.
It’s a long holiday, son.
The kids deserve some time off after their dad,” he answered.
She looked adorable.
And Mom seemed so happy to have the girls around.
That’s right.
I gave her headaches.
She didn’t have a daughter.
Dad wasn’t a cheater who would bring a bastard home, either.
The only thing that ever made my mother sad was me.
“Got it.
I’ll fix a few things here and be home, then.”
“We might have dinner all together when you come back.”
“I’ll check my schedule.”
I hung up.
I just can’t face Caia with all of my family members.
She will fucking hate me if she learns that I’m an Ivankov.
Why did I do it?
Luring her into a private room for a dance?
I want her all to myself.
She had grown so beautifully, like a damn sex goddess.
My sex goddess.
Also, her contract with that club was ripped out.
I removed all traces of her existence there.
It was to keep her safe.
She doesn’t owe that club anything anymore.
“So,” Daria shrugged in her usual cheerful Russian accent.
“You found her?
Caia?”
I nodded, which was obvious since she was helping me with this.
“Fuck, Natasha kept coming here.
We need to keep her away.
If she learns about Caia, Aamon, it’ll be even more fucked up.”
“I know.” I rubbed my temple.
“I need to sleep this off.”
I left our base and headed upstairs to my room, only to find Anna’s door open.
She was glaring down at Matt, who was on his knees.
Yes, grovel, dude.
You should kneel if you need her back.
“You need to torture him better, Anna.”
She looked up at me and nodded.
“Bro!” Matt cried out dramatically.
“I didn’t plan to go easy on you, Matthew.”
I closed the door as Matt shrieked dramatically to get my attention.
I laughed my way to my room.
I locked it as usual.
That bitch Natasha always waltzes in like she owns me.
I got into the shower and walked naked to my bed after drying off.
I reached for my tablet and checked the cameras.
Caia was eating lobster.
She looked adorable when she clapped her hands and thanked the chef.
A chef around my age, smiling at her.
That fucker.
I frowned, but I still watched her.
I messaged her many times, but it seemed like she didn’t have her phone with her.
I waited and waited.
She finally left after twenty minutes and went down to her room.
I called her, and I watched from the secret camera in her room as she picked up and answered it.
“Hello?”
“Hello, little bunny.
What are you doing?” I asked.
“Just done with lunch,” she answered and went to the bathroom.
I couldn’t see anything from there.
“I see.
Did you eat well?”
“Oh, I did.” She giggled.
“Uncle Alec’s chefs cook very well.”
“Is it a man, Caia?”
“Yes,” she answered.
“Tell your uncle to hire a female chef next time.”
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” she asked, annoyed.
She’s driving me crazy.
“Lay down, and I want you to touch yourself, baby.”
“Not this again,” she hissed.
“Don’t you have a vibrator with you, baby?”
“Well, I have one, but—”
“You are not sore anymore, are you?”
“Well, I’m not.
I just had my lunch, dumbass.” She sounded terribly annoyed.
“I’m going for a swim.”
“Baby!” I exclaimed.
“Stay wherever you are.
Turn on your camera so I can see you.”
She went back to bed, and I could see her rolling her eyes.
She finally turned on her camera.
She looked pissed.
“Are you mad at me, baby?” I asked as I turned on my camera.
“Yes.” She rolled her eyes again.
“Roll your eyes again, baby, and I’ll make you lean down and spank you until you come.”
She scoffed.
“Dumbass,” she said again, daring me.
I chuckled.
“Just stay hard,” she dared again.
“Stroke yourself as usual, watch porn…”
“I don’t get hard from porn, baby.
Just you.”
She sighed again.
“Fine.” She set her phone on the bedside as she stripped off those baggy clothes.
She locked the door and drew the curtains over the windows.
She reached for a vibrator from her bag and some lube.
I love you, Caia.
But I couldn’t say it aloud.
I’d make her fall in love with me so hard that she’d beg for me every day and night.
“Don’t fucking record this, Mr.
Fucking A.
Not even a screenshot.”
“I won’t, baby.
You can check my gallery when I’m home.”
–Caia–
I was drained after masturbating for so long in front of Mr.
A.
Even when he’s away, he still wears me out like this.
I curled up on my bed, and I heard him muttering something.
My plan to swim in the pool was scratched off my list.
I had fallen asleep for the entire afternoon.
I woke up to knocking and quickly put on my pants and shirt.
I also hid the toys and lube before going to the door and unlocking it.
“Hey, sis.” Agatha smiled.
“So, you were asleep.
We were planning to go snorkeling.
Wanna come?”
“Yes, I’ll just get ready.”
“Got it.”
I closed the door and wore the same bikini as before.
Then, I went through my closet and found that a pair of shorts would be perfect for swimming.
I put them on and fixed my bikini top.
Then, I headed downstairs.
I fixed my disheveled hair as Uncle waved with an oxygen tank.
It would be our first time, and we had three professional divers from the staff—one female and two male.
“How about you, Auntie?” I asked.
“Well, snorkeling isn’t for me, dear,” she said.
“Don’t worry.
I’ll help in the kitchen.
What do you want tonight?” she asked.
“How about wagyu?”
I nodded.
“I’ll eat anything.”
“Perfect,” she cheered.
My siblings were already in their swimsuits.
The professionals taught us what to do, but I was sure I’d enjoy this.
I prepared the camera that I had bought ahead of time.
It was water-resistant and could capture every moment with my sisters under the sea with Uncle Alec.
Uncle took the camera from me and snapped photos as I posed on the reefs.
After an hour, we finally swam back to the dock as the staff handed us towels.
I quickly wrapped one around myself.
I was still not comfortable showing off too much of my body after what happened to me in my old apartment.
I wonder if Manong, the old man whom I gave a few of my things to, had already picked up the bed.
But I felt bad for giving it to him when it was tainted with blood.
Mr.
Big Dick A told me that he had it arranged.
I trusted him.
But whatever.
I went to my bathroom, took a quick shower, and put on a sundress.
It wasn’t too revealing, but I took a mesh robe and put it on.
Dinner was set, with wagyu steaks while my siblings talked about school and the upcoming semester.
“How about you, dear?” Vivi asked.
“Are you going to finish college?”
I nodded.
“I’m still checking the programs.”
“About your siblings’ tuition—” Uncle started.
“I got it handled.” I smiled.
“Really, I promise.”
“If you say so…” He sighed.
“But I think you already spoke to your aunt about them living with us.
We have drivers and bodyguards for them.”
I nodded.
“Yes, I also set up bank cards for them for their allowances and—”
“My dear, you need to focus on college,” Vivi insisted.
“Hmm.” I nodded.
But with that year’s contract with Big Dick A, I really needed to speak to him about it so that I wouldn’t be able to accommodate his needs.
“I’ll let you know…”
“Where do you live?” Uncle interrogated me.
I was puzzled.
I didn’t really know the exact address, but I thought it was Penthouse 2.
“I don’t know the full address…” I murmured.
“But it’s in the Global City.”
Uncle seemed relieved.
It was safer than any other city since it was a more private area.
“Yes, you are safe there,” Uncle muttered.
“Give me the address when you have it, all right?”
I nodded.
My phone chimed, and I stared at Mr.
Big Dick.
And no, I didn’t save his name as Big Dick.
I saved it as Mr.
Fucking A.
I opened the message.
Mr.
Fucking A: Have your dinner, baby.
I also got a gift for you.
I don’t know if he’s just naturally sweet, and why is he even so romantic?
I’m just his employee.
His personal whore.