CHAP 3

"What kind of face is that?" Noella asked me on the video call.

She is showing me the spot where we will visit tomorrow for our mission, which is why the two of us are speaking right now.

I groaned and shook my head. "No, I just recalled something," I replied.

"That's the kind of expression of someone who has been robbed of a kiss," she said over the phone and then she laughed.

I immediately flushed. I recalled Dela Merced kissing me during the filming once again.

I wasn't anticipating that move. I gave a headshake.

"Fucker, go ahead and put the line down so I can go to the place and attach the bombs," I said.

She simply nodded in agreement before the call was terminated. I stood up from my computer and printed the blueprint that Noella had given me. After tying my hair back, I entered my walk-in closet and activated my built-in vault by pressing a secret button. My hidden compartment became visible as the large picture in the center of it started to move. After having my finger print verified, I scanned it and opened the vault.

I gently caressed my little bombs. I smiled and carefully picked up four pieces, they were only the size of a peso coin but they were capable of knocking down every pillar of a building. I put it in a case and closed the hiding place again. I also got a change of clothes and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

I finished my routine in 15 minutes. I simply donned a black racer top with black jeans. I got ready and then I walked out of my apartment. When the unit in front of me opened and our eyes locked with the person there, I was able to catch my breath.

"Dela Merced," I said softly while my mouth was slightly open.

He didn't seem to expect to see me either.

He scanned me from head to toe, then his left eyebrow raised a little. "Going somewhere, Miss?" he asked and leaned on his door.

I sighed and closed my door completely. I composed myself before looking back at him.

“Hmm,” I hummed in response accompanied by a slight nod.

He licked his lower lip, then glanced at the case that I was holding. I held it tight.

"What's that?" he asked curiously.

"Paper files," I answered quickly.

He nodded and left his unit. He looks like he's leaving too. He was wearing a simple black V-neck styled with denim shorts.

"Mind if I join you going down?" he asked.

I smirked and flashed a slutty smile. "I thought you think that I wouldn't succeed in what I want, Mr. Dela Merced?” I mocked.

He also turned back and started walking. "I'll just walk with you, Miss, I didn't say I was going to accept you."

I rolled my eyes and followed him. "We are out of work. Can you call me by my name now?” I asked.

He turned to me and grinned mischievously. "What's your name again, Miss?" he was innocently curious.

My head immediately got hot because of that. I looked at him evilly and led him to walk.

How dare him forget my fvcking precious name? Argh!

I was waiting for the elevator to descend when he caught me in front of it. While one of his hands was in the pocket of his shorts, I caught a glimpse of his hidden smirk.

"You look pissed, Miss. Did I say something wrong?"

I rolled my eyes at him and tightened the grip on my case. If I could have hit him, I would have done it a long time ago.

The elevator finally stopped on our floor and opened. I took the lead walking in and squeezed myself to the side.

The hell, even if I like him, I can't lower my ego, no!

"Hey," he called my attention and came a little closer to me when the elevator was closed.

I didn't press anymore because he had already pressed where I was on—the ground floor.

“Fuck!”

I cursed loudly and hugged my case that I was holding when the elevator suddenly stopped moving. The man I was with quickly grabbed my waist to support me not to fall down.

"What the fvck happened?" I asked annoyed while looking at the number above the elevator.

It doesn't blink or move.

"I think an emergency happened," Dela Merced stated and took off his hand away from me.

I took a deep breath and put down the case I was holding.

"It looks like what you're holding is really important and you're more concerned about that than looking for something to hold on to," he commented while looking at my hand.

Of course, if this shakes too much, we're dead.

"I don't want to die a virgin," I unconsciously whispered.

"Did you say something?" he asked and got closer to me.

I caught my breath because of the closeness of his presence.

"W-Why are you getting so close?" I stammered and took a step to the side to get away.

His side lip rose and looked at me with amusement on his face. "Are you bothered?" he asked with his raspy voice.

I tried to regain my vision and looked away

"You said? I got used used to it."

I mean half of it.

He laughed softly and leaned against the wall of the elevator. "Aren't you afraid?" He glanced at me.

My forehead furrowed at his question. "Where and why should I be afraid?"

He licked his bottom lip softly.

Does he have dry lips? He cares too much about weting his lips.

"Well, isn't the initial reaction of women to be afraid every time they are stocked in a place?"

I winced and couldn't help but laugh.

Death is something I can't fear, is it even being trapped an exeption?

I smirked when a naughty idea popped into my mind. I looked at him with a smile and bit my bottom lip.

"You are the one who will be imprisoned here with me, who would be afraid, right?" When I moved closer to him, I looked from his head to the bottom of his stomach.

I whistled in my mind when I saw the big hump there.

"Eyes up, Quennie," he said with his cold baritone voice.

My lips parted when I heard my name from his mouth. His eyes were dark and his jaw was tense. I swallowed and looked away because I was suddenly overcome with fear.

My joke was too much.

Neither of us spoke for the next few seconds. Sweat started to form on my forehead and neck due to the gradual spread of heat inside the elevator.

Fuck it! I paid so much here just to be trapped in the elevator. Damn!

"W-What are you doing?" I stammered curiously when I saw my companion lifting his outer garment.

He stared at me, then smirked. "It's too hot, Miss, and I can't stand it without making a way to get some air," he replied and quickly continued undressing.

The perfect shape of his body was exposed to my eyes. He started fanning himself with his stripped clothes. I looked away and swallowed hard.

Why is it getting hotter?

"You can also strip if you want, you don't have to endure," he said.

I looked at him with my jaw dropped and blinked several times. "Are you tricking me?!" I said.

He chuckled and leaned again on the elevator wall. His bulging abs and Vline continue to refine even more.

"Just giving a suggestion, Miss," he said.

I gave him a glare and just looked at the number above the elevator that didn't move.

Darn it! When I had something to do, then bad luck happened.

"Fvck! Come on!" I cursed harshly when the whole place went dark.

I firmly held the case I was holding to make sure it wouldn't move at all.

"Your mouth is also a bit dirty," said my companion.

From the darkness I tormented him. "Got a problem with that?" I judged.

I'm really pissed off about what's going on so even I'm getting upset with him.

He laughed softly from his seat. "Yes, because I don't like women who curse," he stated.

My lips twitched.

He hasn't said that he does like me yet. Tss!

"Don't worry, you will love this mouth and become your addiction," I said and smirked.

I shrieked when a strong arm pulled me from my waist as I bumped into a hard object, no it's not an object, it's Dela Merced's chest!

"Shall I try it to believe?"

I shut my eyes tight when I heard his deep husky voice under my ear as I felt his hot breath touching my neck. It's like he's casting me a spell and I'm already into it.

Damn it! Why does he always reverse the situation between the two of us?