Chapter 132 - Kitty Kat

"You have to take responsibility, whether you like it or not." He spoke up in a husky voice before locking his lips over hers.

Katherine tried her best to push him away but the man didn't even bulge, her strength was no match for his. 

She pursed her lips tightly, not letting him have his way, but Scott had other plans in mind.

He bit her lip, making her yelp. He took the opportunity and forced his ruthless tongue inside her mouth, exploring every nook and cranny of her mouth. 

He finally let go of her lips after a while to allow her to breathe. 

"Y-y-you!" Katherine exclaimed.

"I-I-I! What?" Scott smirked.

"You impudent brute." She retorted, making his smile brighter.

"That, I am." Scott shamelessly accepted her remark. "Go and freshen up babes, the breakfast will be here any minute." He continued, giving a peck on her pursed lips. 

Katherine pushed him off of herself and walked towards the bathroom. She slammed the door as soon as she entered it, making him chuckle. 

"Interesting." He commented at her behavior. His gaze then moved to his member which had began to turn hard just after a short kiss. 

"You need to wait for my dear friend, she's a hard one." He sighed and got up. He glanced towards the bathroom door before heading out of the room.

Scott was busy placing plates on the kitchen counter when he saw Katherine coming towards the kitchen. 

"Right on time babes." He commented, his eyes moving up and down her figure. 

She was wearing a baby pink camisole paired with white dolphin shorts. Her long hair was tied up in a messy bun. They weren't straight anymore but rather has loose curls in them. The tips were still wet, which made him frown. 

"You didn't dry your hair properly." He commented, placing the dishes on the counter.

Katherine shrugged. "I am hungry."  

"Eat first then." Scott made his way around the counter and pulled out a stool for her. 

Katherine gave her a side glance before sitting on it. 

"I was thinking about what you said." She spoke up, her voice disrupting the silence. 

Scott hummed in response, but didn't look up from his plate. 

"If what you said is the truth, then I will take responsibility for my actions." She added, poking the Spanish omelette with her fork.

Scott's eyes lit up as he turned his head to look at her. 

His mind drifted back to last night. 

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After parking the car in the underground parking of the building, he stepped out of the car and made his way towards the other side. He opened the door and helped her in getting out. No matter how much he tried to make her stand up straight, she kept missing her footing. 

He finally gave up after a minute and carried her himself to the elevator and up to her apartment which was located on the top floor. 

She kept mumbling some incoherent words, but he was able to understand a few of them since her head was resting on his shoulder. 

The poor girl was talking about her breakup, apologising and asking the guy to not leave her in her half asleep state as tears streamed down her face. 

For some unknown reason, his heart began to ache looking at her broken state. He felt a sudden urge to protect her rise within him. He wanted to make her forget about that pathetic man. 

As he entered her apartment after scanning her palm and keying in the password which she had told him earlier in the car. He was thanking the heaven now for his good memory. 

He eyed in the surroundings as he walked towards the master bedroom. He noticed that there were no surveillance cameras within the apartment. 

'No cameras mean no evidence of what might have it have not happened in the apartment.' He thought inwardly as a devilish smirk appeared on his face. 

He placed her down on the bed and saw that she was still mumbling, more accurately, begging that excuse of a man to not leave her. 

He shook his head sideways and made his way to the bathroom, only to come out a minute later with a wet towel in his hands. 

He removed her clothes, not looking directly at her body. He wiped her body and covered it with a duvet before making his way back to the bathroom. 

He came out a minute later, this time holding on to a make-up removing solution and some cotton pads in his hands. 

He sat next to her and cleaned her smudged makeup. 

After he was done wiping off her makeup, he felt his chest tighten looking at the beauty before him. 

He got up and entered her walk-in closet. He picked up a random negligee and made his way out. 

After helping her get it on, he was about to leave the room when he felt a tug at his sleeves. 

"Don't go." He heard her incoherent pleas which made him throw all of his rationality out of the window. 

He had slept with a number of girls, but it was with their consent. And by sleeping with them, he meant sex. He had never shared a bed with a girl just to sleep alone. He had one important rule in his life, and that was never to share a bed with a girl he didn't want to have sex with. The only exception was his future wife of course. He hadn't broken the rule for even once, and didn't plan to do so. 

He looked at her intently. The way her half opened eyes were asking him not to leave and the way her lips quivered as she begged him to stay, it dug through his strong will power. 

"Well, I can make an exception for you, for once." He muttered to himself before joining her. 

Little did he know that it would become a habit of his, without which his nights would be empty and sleepless. 

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"Where are you lost?" Katherine flicked her fingers before his face, bringing him back to the present.

"Nothing. I was just thinking about what you said." He replied, taking a bite of his toast.

"I will bear the responsibility and take care of your daily necessities. But you have to give me your word that it will stay between us. Not a single soul could know about this arrangement." She added to which he nodded as his lips broke into a grin. 

"If you don't have a place to stay, you can stay here and use the guest room. But you won't interfere in my life just like I won't in yours. And you won't get intimate with me."

Her last words made him frown, he wanted to pin her down right there on the kitchen counter but controlled his temper. He himself didn't know why he was getting so worked up. 

He managed to turn his frown upside down and gave him a blooming smile. "Alright, Kitty Kat." 

Kathrine ignored the nickname he had just given her and hummed before digging in her plate.