Khalifa: Queen in the Apocalypse

The images that were circulated was that of the bespectacled Khalifa, looking a little helpless, but very, very beautiful.

Snuggled somewhat securely in the idol's arms, the photo hurt a lot of hearts—women and men alike.

[She's beautiful!]

[She's a slut!]

[Kaize didn't show up in the show for her!!]

[Bitch!]

[I've seen her somewhere before]

[Definitely a starlet-wannabee wanting to get a hold of our Kaize's thigh!!!]

Then some sharp eyed fans saw love marks in both their skins, causing another explosion.

Then the fans on sight studied the location and where they came from, and told the entire internet they were probably fucking in one of the cubicles a few minutes prior!

One could imagine the media frenzy that it caused.

"Damnit!" Kaize cursed as he grabbed her hand and guided her through alleys of the open air mall, hiding wherever.

Everytime they narrowly escaped, and somehow someone always caught a tail of them.

Damned paparazzi!!

It was a game of catch for a while and the two were starting to show signs of getting tired.

A van suddenly blocked them and he looked at it guardedly, gesturing to take her to escape somewhere.

But the door opened and he saw a familiar face.

Surprisingly, it was a distant junior of his that helped them out.

"Get in!" Sid said while inside the big black van, as his guard opened the door for them.

"Thanks." Kaize said offhandedly, quickly turning to check on Khalifa, his hand patting her hair and cheek, checking if she was OK.

"You alright?" He asked, voice so gentle that made Sid, who knew of his poison, very surprised.

Sid couldn't help but look at the woman again.

In fact, she had caught his attention the moment he saw her. After all, she had a really unique shape and temperament. Anyone would take a second look at her.

Now looking closer, his breathing stagnated a little at her comforting smile, aimed at Kaize of course, and he faintly wanted to see how it looked from the other man's angle.

And then he looked at her exposed skin and saw the various love marks there. As someone from this industry, although he hadn't experienced it himself, he naturally knew a lot of things.

The image the small mark gave him raised his shaft.

How could Khalifa miss such a heated stare?

She looked at the younger idol. He was a young man, probably in his early twenties, soft black hair and a ruby earring on one side, and his characteristic androgynous face.

When he saw that she noticed her stare, he blushed and blankly looked away.

She chuckled, so cute.

Immediately, she felt a hand straighten up her face so she directly looked only at him. He looked at her accusingly.

'Looking at other men?'

She chuckled and scooted beside him and smacked her lips on his cheeks, calming down much of his annoyance.

Sid watched them from the corner of his eyes, feeling envious.

Kaize wrapped his arm around her soft waist possessively, then already facing the other man. "Thanks for your help. We appreciate it."

"Hmm, no problem. I also have responsibility for your troubles."

Good that you know, Kaize thought.

And that was that. No one spoke another word again.

**

As they got back to the safety of Khalifa's house, she took a look at her phone and the many messages and missed calls.

There were 32 from the professor, and 67 from Jacob.

Those two must've seen the news...

Sigh.

Around this time, she felt huge arms wrap around her stomach, and hot masculine breath heating up her neck.

"You're thinking of other men again." He said. It was a statement, and he was trying very hard not to throw away that damned phone.

He grabbed her and pulled her to the sofa, a hand sliding under her shirt and playing with her perky breast.

His other hand went under her skirt and straight to her lower lips, making her moan.

"Hnmmnnn…" she groaned out, closing her eyes as she immersed herself in the sensations he gave.

It was still wet from their earlier escapade, and his plundering immediately milked love honey from her.

"Ahh…"

He smirked and took away her phone, placing it on a random surface in the room.

He leaned down and touched her legs, lifting her up and carrying her to the bedroom.

He threw her to the bed and jumped on her immediately after, placing much of his weight.

He captured her lips and licked the corner of her mouth before he entered and started eating her tongue, his crotch humping to his favorite rhythm.

Khalifa, moaning, let him do whatever he wanted.

However, while the atmosphere was heating up, Kaize's phone was incessantly vibrating.

At some point Khalifa couldn't help but be too bothered about it. She separated her mouth from him and Kaize frowned in dissatisfaction.

Khalifa lightly pinched his arm. "Shouldn't you answer it?" She asked, head pointing at the phone in his pocket.

"Tsk" he uttered, took it out, and threw it away. Anyway, he knew it would be just nagging.

He had never cared about public opinion, which was why he also has a lot of haters.

He had the most divisive fanbase of his generation, in fact.

But his ability was too strong and it never affected him, even when he was starting, even if he had scandals, his music still sold incredibly well. His haters couldn't do anything to him at all.

On the contrary, their negative media just made people more curious and obsessed with him.

Had they forgotten women loved bad boys?

Anyway, he didn't really care before, let alone now he already had a strong foundation.

Instead of letting her think of so many things, he just took off both their clothing.

He hovered over her, admiring her beautiful shape, and she gazed at his strong, well-maintained body.

He smirked. This was how things should be, he mused.

With her mind not on anyone else, but only on him.