Khalifa: Queen in the Apocalypse

Chapter 81: Aftermath (Mild R)

The next few days was said to be the most intense coverage on Kaize.

Kaize’s career was definitely getting attacked, all entertainment news attacked him and his woman.

Despite mixed views online, the mainstream media showed negativity unanimously.

It was an intensity Kaize had never encountered before.

Not that he cared, but he went haywire when they attacked Khalifa, calling her names and insulting her whole being.

Of course, more were perverted comments about her body.

Regardless, Kaize made sure to use his remaining power and liquid funds to delete everything.

The other men also helped. He could understand the kid, who had a relatively rich family backing.

But wasn’t Caius an orphan? Why did he know so many people?

In any case, during this time plenty of news outlets, blogs, and personalities have ’foreseen’ the fall of his career.

There was even someone, a fan she claimed, said she could help him rebound.

She somehow managed to pull him into a private room under the guise of a management personnel from his agency.

Still on a bed wearing a towel.

Ignored, of course.

He turned around as if he didn’t see her.

"Wait!" The woman said, holding up her towel. She was objectively attractive, but her soul was rotten, it reeked a mile away.

Not to mention, he had already tasted Khalifa. How could he get it up for another?

"You don’t know what you’re doing!" She screeched. "Your career can only be fixed by me!"

This made his feet pause and he turned. The woman’s eyes brightened, thinking he changed his mind.

Kaize narrowed his eyes. "You did this." He said with such certainty and distaste that the woman paled.

"N-No, I—"

"I love my girlfriend. Even if my career went down the drain, I will never leave her.

"So do whatever you want, try to destroy my career, my mind won’t change."

"No, I didn’t." She uttered after a while, trying to deny everything. "I didn’t mean for it to affect you!

"How do you compare?"

"I’m better! I have a powerful dad! He is the richest man!" She yelled, grabbing his arm. "Please! I can give you everything!"

He sneered, pushing her arm down without remorse. "Disgusting."

He turned and didn’t look back. As he walked away, his peach-blossom eyes glinted a sharp light.

Whoever hurt Khalifa will pay for it. He swore on it!

***

That next day, Kaize called a press conference, which was full packed with reporters from all entertainment news outlet.

"I am here to address my so-called scandal." He said, a deadpan expression on his face, unbothered by the continuous flashing lights from the cameras.

There were many murmurs, discussing what excuse he would come up with, wondering if he’d make an apology to the public.

Kaize sneered. "I found it funny because I was simply making love with my girlfriend in the privacy of my own home, yet somehow I’m the devil."

The murmurs silenced a bit, and Kaize continued with his speech.

"I don’t know when people could barge in people’s houses and appear like they’re the victim when they’re beat up a little."

He raised his hand to stop the reporters from correcting him. After all, each trespasser had been sent to the hospital with various injuries.

"Last time I heard the laws on our privacy were pretty strict. Was this a lie? Has our country stopped so low?"

At this point, any one who rebutted him was basically telling the country had a problem.

Kaize then nodded to the operator backstage, and a video began to play.

It was the scene from a hotel room.

The recording began when he was about to leave, using his turn to hide the activation of his camera.

He showed the woman’s admission to the whole thing, how desperate she was, and how she and her father manipulated the media.

Finally, Kaize stepped out of the disgusting room. "My girlfriend is the love of my life, I do not appreciate any slander towards her."

He then looked straight at the central camera, expression dire, not like the seductive and chill image Kaize always portrayed.

"Please expect my lawyer to send you a letter." He said, "No matter how powerful you are, you are not beyond the law."

***

The television showing the news turned off, dropping the remote somewhere after.

The same hand traced her leg, sensual and caressing, and slid into her warm valley.

"Ahh~" Khalifa moaned, holding back Cauis’ naughty hand. "Let me watch… ah…"

Caius ignored her and kissed her neck, licking, tracing white kisses to her ear.

Inside a modern decorated house with natural tones, the two of them sat on the large sofa, watching television.

Because of all the ruckus, they left for the island a bit earlier than expected. At this time, it was only Cauis and her in the house, as well as the two dogs.

Kaize had to deal with the aftermath, while Jacob was waiting for his parents who went out of town.

Fortunately, the construction of the house was basically done and done light cleaning. The only construction remaining were the low and midrise buildings down the hill.

Caius wanted to distract her from all the trouble that bastard caused, and his skilled fingers continued to play with her cave, as if scooping out her loud juices.

"Hnmmnn…"

He let her rest on her back as he kissed all over her skin. His hand caressed her curvaceous body covered with thin silk.

He lifted up her sexy night dress, revealing her bare body, and he immediately lapped on the newly exposed skin.

He reached her ample mounds, playing around with her nipples with his tongue and fingers.

His free hand slid down, resuming playing his favorite instrument.

She played her body expertly, knowing every inch of it, and her every moan and mewl sounded like the most beautiful music in his ears.

When she came, he undressed himself, opening her legs, and combining with her.

For hours after that, they only did one thing: the most glorious exercise in the universe.

***

After several rounds of love making, the couple decided to take a look around the island.

The men registered it as Khalifa island. She was a little embarrassed, but there was no use making an issue out of it.

The couple held hands as they perused the island, with the two dogs occasionally running around them as they played.

She fed them with water she materialized from her palm, earning thankful woofs before running around again.

They saw how the central area was already done. They had hired some people with good character to maintain the property, to arrive within the week.

There were gardeners, farmers, livestock experts, and many more. Including them, the group also asked them to bring their closest kin, promising to pay them for a month of stay if they worked well, even the children.

For those with jobs and school, they promised to reimburse them generously after a month if they wished to leave.

While a little suspicious at the weird deal, who would refuse this in the end?

In any case, the island was more or less done. And they felt relieved. Their hands clasped together tightened, hearts filled with home, and their orphaned souls satisfied.

Well, whatever happened, at least they were here now: Their new Home.