Chapter 70: Chapter 70

Chapter 70 ~No more sex. No more kiss~

The hawk in the sky would always search and find a chick to feast on; the lion would search for a prey and hunt down till it had found one; even the rain in the cloud would locate earth and wet it from time to time- and then Kate who for the past twenty minutes feasted her determination on the camera finally found one right in the visitors room where Tony hid it.

Murder tape.

That was the tag that was scribbled in black ink on the camera. At first she looked puzzled at the sight of it. She read the tag repeatedly, unloaded the camera, removed the storage card and hid it in her bag. Quickly she put back the camera from where she took it, sat on the sofa and started wondering about the tape. The tag on the tape was eating deep into her and she dived into linking it to too many antecedents that had occurred among Brian, Tony and herself.

Is Tony out to murder someone?

Could that person be someone I know?

What if the person is Brian?

It could be Brian.

Brian has been his rival and enemy.

But Brian is far from us now.

“Oh God,” she panicked as she kept thinking. She held onto her hair, pacing up and down the room. She could not wait for Tony to unlock the room so she could rush home and watch the tape.

Her thought started running gain; possibly it could be the sex tape and he just tagged it murder tape in disguise. “Am I in love with the devil’s son or the devil himself?

Like a flash, her thought snapped at the shuffling sound of a walker. She sat on the sofa, holding onto her bag, but later changed her posture. Tony was far way smart and he could smell deceit. She lay on the sofa, and feigned a deep sleep. Although her eyes were shut, she could still behold the shuffle walker with the corner of his eyes. The shuffling walker had unlocked the door entered the room and was advancing to her now. The shuffling walker was Tony. He got to her spot, stood thoughtfully for a moment, stared around the room suspiciously before bending to stamp a kiss on her come-here lips. But she resisted him with prompt opening of her eyes. Tony’s face paused at inch length as they stared deeply into each other’s eyes with a passion synonymous to the descendent of Romeo and Juliet. Tony wanted to push further to stamp the kiss and she pulled back to resist him. Each attempt he made to earn a kiss or a peck was fought off by Kate.

“What is it?” he beamed, very much face close with Kate as they burnt their faces with their breath like sunset earth at dawn.

She rolled her eyes, “I don’t want to kiss or peck,” she replied coldly.

He ate into her with his sensual stares inviting his usual lustful eyes that seduced Kate whenever they were about getting down in bed. Kate fought it off yet again and stared at the ceiling instead. Furiously, he pounced on her bust to suck her breast but she pushed him away.

“I am not interested in all of that?” she scolded him, gathering frowns on her face.

Stunned, Tony squatted to her. “I am sorry for my canny behavior earlier. I am not supposed to behave the way I did. But trust me drugs business can make a saint wear the devil’s garment.”

“And what are you, heaven’s first child?”Kate beamed, standing to him.

“Heh, heh, baby, easy. What is working in you?” he pled, pushing his hands to her, “You sound like a bat from hell. Who rattled your cage, eh, angel’s poop?”

“This is what rattled my cage,” she said, pulled out her phone, turned on the nude video and put it to his face, “Enjoy yourself,” she said.

Tony’s face roughened like the ridges made by the tyres on a truck in soil. “What is this?” he asked, snorting and gazing at Kate. “Your nude?” he asked.

“No, my umbilical cord. Who did that?” Kate asked softly; really boiling with contempt but putting her nerves under control.

“I have no answer to this? Why are you asking me, anyways?” he was as nervous as a skin close to flame; his hand fondled into his breast pocket and found a cigar, which he smacked between his lips and caught its butt in blue flames from the butane lighter. He smoked greedily, staring at the window blind.

“Dancing Jupiter!” she exclaimed. “Can you listen to yourself? You are my only sex mate. So if there is any leak we should be held responsible. I am not aware of setting up any camera during or before sex, so if my nude is out there, I should be asking you. What’s up Tony? What is going on? How come we visited the pig pen together and I am the only one stinking?”

He added, “Maybe you didn’t wash well then.” He raised his brow. “Listen up. This is California bullshit is our culture, you understand me. I could be digging you up in bed while some bad ass is somewhere at the window taking footage of us. I have no idea of what you are talking about, trust me.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” he retorted.

“So the bad ass was so good enough to capture only me, eh? Talk to me, Tony.” She managed to fight back the urge to calling him names. But she was losing it. The earth was already spinning around her. She had this rare hurt that churned her stomach.

“I don’t know why the bad ass would scrap me off. Perhaps the bad ass wants to get at you. What are we even talking about? Who gave you the video?” he asked thoughtfully.

“A student,” she replied.

“A student? That student has questions to answer. Where did he get the video? As far as I am concern a student must have traced us to my house and took footage of us.”

“You sound like a bad record, trust me.” She said, poking into his chest. “This is leak. If you should see your nude out there, I should be held responsible.”

“Come on Kate. I have haters likewise you. If the person scrapped off my image he or she has her reason.”

“Ok, fine,” Kate barked. “No more sex. No more kiss. We can manage a brief hug. Now invite your bad ass to get image of you pounding your sex toy,” she said, picked up her bag and had a walk.

Tony ran after her. “Hold on Kate, hold on…”

The door slammed on him; in a few seconds he could hear the taxi screech away- Kate had gone.

No more sex. No more kiss, but more troubles…