Stolen First Kiss

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 kn