Chapter-287 Phillipins

Keifer's POV

"Finish this. We need it for tomorrow's meeting." Clyde's employee said.

I looked at the papers in front of me. My head was starting to hurt. Piles and piles of documents they wanted summarized and analyzed.

I knew the employees here were getting back at me for going home early yesterday. I even cursed one of them who confronted me—earlier, they asked me to make coffee.

Beside me was the laptop where I was typing whatever report they needed. I'd been in this conference room for almost three hours now.

I was beginning to feel hungry.

I looked down and rubbed the back of my neck. I'd already made the presentation—just needed to print it later. And it had to be done after lunch so Clyde's secretary could double-check it.

I turned to the door when I heard a knock. A blonde woman with greenish eyes peeked in. Her red blouse also revealed a bit of her chest.

"Hey, I brought you some snacks." she said and walked toward me.

She placed a tray with coffee and an apple pie. She was smiling widely while looking at me.

"Thanks." I said and turned my attention back to the laptop.

I thought she'd leave, but she stayed standing beside me. I was a bit confused so I looked at her again. She was leaning a little too close, her eyes fixed on the laptop screen. I leaned away slightly—she was so close.

"You're doing a great job. The report is almost done." she said and looked at me.

She stepped back when she realized how close we were. She smiled awkwardly.

"Please don't do that again." I said, brows furrowed.

My eyes and lips are only for Jay-jay.

"I'm so sorry. I-I didn't mean to—I just want to help you with that report." Her eyes began to tear up and she rubbed her hands together.

I felt a bit sorry for her. Maybe I was being too hard. She was just trying to help.

"It's okay. You don't have to help me. I can do it myself." I turned and kept typing.

But she still didn't move, and it irritated me. I sighed.

"Do you still need something?" I asked without looking at her.

"The thing is... Mr. Watson's secretary asked me to help you with those papers." she answered, pointing at the documents in front of me.

She was referring to Clyde's secretary. Honestly, I really did need help with all this. The thing was, she was a woman—and it wouldn't look good if someone saw just the two of us here in the conference room. Plus, I didn't have a good feeling about her.

I hadn't even replied yet, but she pulled a swivel chair and sat beside me.

"So how can I help you with all of this?"

I grabbed a few papers and handed them to her.

"Read this and mark the important details. I'll get back to it later."

She nodded and started reading the report. Just as I said, she marked the important details. I hardly noticed that I was nearly finished. I even sent the report to Clyde's secretary earlier than expected.

"Done." I said and sighed.

"Finally." She stretched her arms and when she arched her back, her boobs almost popped out.

I quickly looked back at my laptop, pretending I was waiting for a reply.

Jay, I didn't mean to look!

"Thank you for helping me. You can leave now." I said without looking at her.

She crossed her legs and started spinning on the swivel chair. "Maybe I should stay here for a while."

"Suit yourself."

I stood up and began organizing the messy papers. I shut the laptop and as I was about to leave, I felt a hand stroke my shoulder.

I stiffened and looked at her.

"Stay here with me," she said in a very seductive voice. "Let's take a rest here for a while."

In the name of Gad. My Jay-jay will cut my d*ck if she finds out that a woman tried to touch me. Please take this temptation away from me. Amen.

I cleared my throat and shrugged her away. I continued what I was about to do. Leaving.

I was already near the door when someone suddenly pulled me back. I dropped the papers I was holding, followed by the laptop. She pushed me back onto my swivel chair and sat on my lap. Her legs were both on my sides.

"Why in a hurry? I just want to know you," she said and leaned in to whisper. "And maybe we can have a little talk."

I immediately turned my face away from hers. I noticed her blouse was now fully unbuttoned. She tousled her hair and placed both hands on my chest.

"Please move—STOP!" I shouted when her hands moved to my belt.

She paused for a moment but continued with her intention. I quickly grabbed her hands to stop her. I could feel her trembling—clear signs of fear towards me.

I don't feel seduced. I feel disgusted by this woman. If I lose my temper, I might end up hurting her.

"Move away now," I said with authority.

She swallowed and slowly stood up. I did the same and fixed my necktie. But to my surprise, she suddenly knelt in front of me and reached for my belt. Then came the sound of camera clicks.

I knew it.

I couldn't hold myself back anymore and grabbed her by the neck, lifting her up. I shoved her against the wall, still gripping her tightly by the throat.

"What are you trying to do? Who sent you? Who the fvck sent you?!" I shouted as she began to cry.

She couldn't speak properly because I was choking her. I tightened my grip even more at the thought that someone took pictures of us in that position. What if they send those to the Philippines?

Damn it!

"Who took the picture?!" I asked again, but she just kept crying, struggling to breathe.

Now I was using both hands to choke her. She tried to push me away, but she had no strength left. Until I noticed she was turning pale.

For some reason, I saw Jay-jay's face in hers—gasping for air as I choked her. It was a traumatic image. My hands let go on their own because of the fear that hit me.

No! I will never do such thing to her.

I looked down at the woman I had just been choking. She was on the floor, gasping for breath. Still crying.

"When are you planning to talk?" I asked her, and she looked up at me.

"I-it was Thomas, Mr. Clyde's secretary," she answered.

Was this Clyde's plan? My feet moved on their own. I took big strides toward his office, pushing through people just to walk faster.

When I got there, I didn't bother to knock. I barged right in and when I saw his secretary, I threw a hard punch.

I heard the crack of his nose breaking, followed by a few teeth coming loose. He collapsed to the floor as blood poured out.

"Where is it? Where's the picture?!" I shouted and grabbed his shirt.

He couldn't speak due to the heavy flow of blood from his nose and mouth.

"Keifer!" It was Clyde's booming voice. "Let him go."

I let him go, but I kept my eyes on him. He slowly got up, trying to stop the bleeding from his nose.

"Help him." Clyde ordered, and that's when I noticed he wasn't alone.

Two men approached the person in front of me and helped him walk out. I followed them with my eyes. As soon as the door closed, Clyde raised a fist to punch me, but I beat him to it.

My fist was already touching his face when we both stopped. Neither of us blinked, both breathing heavily.

"What the hell is that for?" he asked, still not lowering his clenched hand.

"You planned this, didn't you? Delete the fvcking picture or I'll delete your face."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

I sighed and lowered my fist, and he did the same. He adjusted his necktie and coat before walking over to his executive desk.

"I can sue you for hurting my secretary," he said without looking at me.

"Then sue me! But I'll still break his jaw for taking that picture!"

He looked at me, confused. "What picture?"

Now we're playing dumb.

"Delete the fvcking picture!"

"What picture?! I don't understand! What picture are you talking about?!" he said, sounding irritated.

I walked up to him and slammed my fist on his desk. He flinched a little but quickly regained his composure.

"Someone took a picture of me with a woman in a nasty position! That woman said it was your secretary!" I sighed, trying to control my temper. "Don't you dare try to use it against me."

He chuckled a bit, which only pissed me off more. This is his plan—I know it. I'm not stupid enough to fall for his mind games. Maybe he's planning to use it for blackmail.

"You were with a woman? In a nasty position?" he asked, smiling.

I didn't answer. His smile turned into laughter.

"A Watson will always be a player," he said and shook his head. "You have nothing to be afraid of. It's common for us to have a woman... in a nasty position!"

He laughed again. He even slapped the top of the table from how amused he was.

Fvck this!

For him, maybe having women is normal. For me, it's not! Aside from Mom, Jay-jay is the only woman in my life. I have no plans of being a player. I have no plans of adding any more women to my life.

I looked at him darkly. He seemed to get the message and slowly stopped laughing. I leaned slightly toward him and pointed a finger in his face.

"Delete that picture, Clyde, or I will delete the existence of your secretary in this world," I said slowly. Word for word, so he could understand clearly.

"Why so eager to delete the picture? Afraid your girlfriend might see it?" he said, mocking me.

"More than that," I said and slowly stepped back. "More than that, Clyde."

I don't want her to see it because she'll get the wrong impression—and that's not good, especially since we're both in fatal situations. That picture will ruin the little hopes we have left. I can't let her suffer again because of me.

It will break me.

He sighed, sounding defeated. "Alright. I'll search for it and delete it for you. So you can sleep peacefully tonight."

I didn't say anything more. I walked out of his office and headed straight to the conference room.

People I passed stared and whispered about me.

The woman was no longer there when I arrived at the conference room. I picked up the scattered papers and the laptop from the floor. I gathered them and fixed everything again. Holding them in my arms, I walked out and approached the desk of one of the employees—the one who ordered me to do this.

He flinched slightly when he saw me. I placed the laptop and papers down in front of him.

"I'm done. The copy is inside the laptop," I said, and he slowly nodded.

I turned my back on him and walked toward the elevator. I had no plans of going back to my desk or following any more of their orders. My head was still hot, and I might do something I'll regret to these employees.

When I entered the elevator, I shot a glare at the women chatting inside. They immediately fell silent and moved away from me.

I feel traumatized by that woman. I can't help but feel irritated at women in pencil skirts.

I was taking large strides when the elevator doors opened. I headed straight to the parking area where my service vehicle was waiting. Before, only a driver and one bodyguard waited for me—now there was another car where the rest of the bodyguards were stationed.

"Sir?" the driver asked.

"Hotel," I answered calmly.

I closed my eyes as the car began to move. That woman gives me so much stress. Next time, I'll follow my instinct. If Keigan finds out about this, he'll be mad at me and say I was careless.

Oh fvck!

What if Jay-jay still finds out? I'll lose her! I can't lose her! I can't! I can't! I will die if I lose her.

"We're here, Sir."

I opened my eyes and stepped out of the car. I suddenly felt goosebumps. I knew our monstrous father had already left, as ordered by the hotel owner, but I could still feel like his eyes were left watching us here.

I headed straight to our suite. Honey was the first one I noticed. She was talking on her phone, but her eyes were on me.

"Yes, I will," she said before ending the call. "Keifer, follow me."

She walked out of our suite and headed into theirs. She grabbed a paper bag from the coffee table.

"Everything is ready. We're just waiting for your go signal."

I opened the paper bag and checked the clothes I asked her to buy.

"Just stay in my suite for tonight." I placed the clothes back in the bag. "Send this to the room using housekeeping or food delivery."

She nodded. "Why don't you want to tell Keigan about this?"

"Better to be that way."

She didn't say anything else. I left their suite and returned to ours. I first checked on my siblings to make sure they were okay.

Keigan was sleeping on his bed. There was a book resting on his chest and his eyeglasses on top of it. I took both and placed them on his bedside table. I also pulled a blanket up to his chest. Visible lines of exhaustion are showing up on his eyes. This was one of the reasons I didn't want to tell him about my plans. He's already tired, and on top of that, he's dealing with something he doesn't want to tell us about.

I'm sorry, Keigan. There are things I'm planning that you don't need to know about.

I turned off the lampshade and left his room. I went to Keiren's room. He was awake and currently putting clothes in his backpack.

"Kuya, Honey said you told her to ask me to do this," he said before zipping his bag closed.

I walked over and sat beside him. "Yes. I did tell her."

"Why?"

I ruffled his hair. "Are you mad at Kuya because Dad almost got you?"

He shook his head. "I got scared. I know he's a bad guy."

There's no point in saying 'No.' He's smart—just like his Kuya Keigan. But I still don't want him to think that way. Even if that man really is like that.

"I always heard Kuya Keigan cursing at him. Saying things like, rapist, murderer, and a living demon. So I know he's a bad guy," he explained, making my mouth drop open.

I lost my words. Unable to say a thing. I couldn't believe Keigan said that. Maybe he really did experience traumatic things when he was with him.

"Your Kuya was just angry. Don't mind him."

He looks at me as if he's not accepting my explanation. I took his backpack and placed it on top of his bed. I also helped him pack the rest of his things into another bag. I was only sending a few things with him, but he was being stubborn.

"Kuya, why do I need to leave? Is Kuya Keigan coming with me? I don't want to be with him."

I chuckled slightly at what he said last. He really is smart. I haven't even given a clear explanation, yet he already figured out that he'd be leaving alone.

"He's staying with me," I said as I closed the zipper of his bag. "You're not bringing anything else? Is this everything?"

He nodded shortly. "So, why do I need to leave?"

He stood up and I sat down to match his height. I fixed his jacket and combed his hair a bit.

"Because Kuya is weak right now, and I can't protect you properly—especially now that he's nearby. It's just for a few days or weeks, and then you'll be with us again."

"It's okay, I know you're busy. I don't want to be here either."

I forced myself to smile. "Promise. After this, we'll go anywhere you want."

He smiled widely. "Can we go to Ocean Park?"

"Yes, we can."

I stood up and took his bags. When we stepped out of his room, Honey was already waiting along with a Food Service crew member. Honey handed me the paper bag with the clothes I would wear and a few other things I might need.

"Good evening, Sir," he greeted me. "Ms. Honey already explained everything to me."

I nodded. "I'll wait outside."

"This is the area without CCTV cameras," he said and showed me his phone with a map.

He pointed to the area where I could wait for them. I was familiar with the directions he gave, so there was no problem. I had to trust this man—he was the only one who could help us. Things needed to be quiet, with no unnecessary scenes, so no one would notice.

My Dad has his eyes everywhere inside this hotel. If I mess this up, I'll lose my brother. What if the same thing that happened to Keigan happens to him? I might not survive it.

"I'm leaving now," I declared and faced Keiren. "If this man does anything to you, you know what to do, right?"

He nodded and walked towards Honey. She helped him climb under the bottom section of the cart, which was covered with a white blanket. His things and the paper bag she gave me were placed in there too.

I left the suite and headed straight to the outdoor parking area. My driver and bodyguard met me there. I got into the car, and when we were far enough, we stopped at the place the Food Service crew had pointed out.

The driver and bodyguard got out to leave me. That was the plan from the beginning—it would be me alone who would take Keiren to where he needed to go. I moved to the driver's seat. I checked my wristwatch.

30 minutes.

That was the time I gave that man. If he wasn't here within that time, I'll find him and make him regret it.

Only a few minutes had passed, but I was already getting impatient. I considered lighting a cigarette but forgot I didn't buy any. Then I remembered the agreement Jay-jay and I had about smoking.

One cigarette, no profanity kiss.

I decided to just send a message to the pilot Mr. Moskovosky had assigned.

I looked at a man pushing a large garbage bin. He glanced around before crossing the road toward me. I didn't get out, but I unlocked the passenger seat door.

It opened, and the garbage bin was lined up with it.

"Kuya," Keiren said while crawling out. "It's stinky here."

I smiled while helping him sit properly. I also buckled his seatbelt. The man handed over Keiren's things and the paper bag.

"I'll go now, Sir."

I just nodded and let him leave. I started the engine and drove the car. We were on the road for a few hours before I thought of stopping at a gasoline station. Keiren needed to use the toilet, and I needed to change clothes.

We entered the restroom together. We both did what we had to do. After changing, I took the disposable phone Honey had prepared for me.

I opened it and checked the numbers. I immediately sent a message to the person I was heading to—and the one I was entrusting Keiren with.

"I'm done, Kuya. Can we buy some food?"

"Sure."

I pocketed the phone and stepped outside. We headed straight to the convenience store next to the restroom. Keiren almost grabbed all the candies from the stall.

I couldn't use any card—Keigan might trace me. I was forced to stretch the cash in my wallet.

"Let's go, Keiren."

We need to move faster. The pilot gave me a schedule to catch. If we don't make it on time, he'll leave even without us.

We're heading to a private jetport. Far from the city and far from that monster. So I can be sure he won't know we left.

Half an hour before we reach the airport. The pilot was standing with hands on his hips, waiting for us. I parked the car at the hangar and rushed out.

"Mr. Watson! We have schedule to follow!" the pilot said, removing his aviators.

With Keiren's bag in my right hand and him in my left, he could barely see where he was going because of all the food he was holding.

"Come on, hurry up." I said as I nudged him to climb up.

"Okay! Stop pushing me!"

I almost collapsed onto the first seat I landed on. Keiren sat just beside me. It was only then I noticed the extravagant design of the jet plane's interior.

Damn, the luxury of this jet plane.

"Can I help you with your baggage?" a flight stewardess offered.

My eyes widened. Is this really what stewardesses look like on private jets? Her ginger red hair glowed. Her uniform was fitted, revealing her sexy curves. And her boobs were basically popping out.

I immediately covered Keiren's eyes, who was currently busy eating.

"T-thank you," I said and handed her Keiren's bag.

I think I get it now. Is this the "freebie" Mr. Moskovosky was talking about? That crazy man! No wonder I felt weird about what he said.

Keiren slapped my hand away, so I let him go. The coast is clear anyway, so it's safe.

I glanced again at the stewardess when she came over to offer a drink. I simply nodded, still avoiding the trap. The booby trap. She turned around to get a glass, and I was even more shocked by her skirt. Her undies were showing every time she bent down.

In the name of Gad. I'm still a man. I have needs—but Jay-jay is what I truly need. So please give me strength to face this trial and ask my dck to calm down. Amen.

I prayed silently. I even closed my eyes and thought about my Jay-jay.

My future wife, smiling and waiting for me while laying in my bed—wait! What?

I snapped my eyes open and looked down. Damn! I think things just got worse.