Chapter 210 - Confrontation
When Kyle went down to the living room, he saw Richard sitting there on the sofa, like some King awaiting his subject. Kyle made a mental eye roll and sat down in front of him, not breaking his stride or eye contact.
Richard watched with narrowed eyes as the kid walked through the door. There was no sense of shame, or fear as he sat down across from him. From what he had dug up about the kid, he was no ordinary rich kid that was empty on the inside, riding on the coattails of his parents' wealth.
He actually had substance.
If it was any other kid, he'd probably be supportive of this whole thing.
However, there were two major problems with the young dynamite in front of him.
One, he was too young.
That didn't just mean that he was a 'protected species', but he was also at the most volatile stage of his life. Rebellious, defiant and would most likely resist any form of authority. Heck, Richard remembered himself when he was growing up. His teen years were rather chaotic and extremely problematic.
Second, Kyle's background.
Being the Smith Heir who's parents were known to be overprotective gave him a headache. Richard didn't think that the Smiths would take it too kindly over the fact that their underaged son had been dancing under the sheets with his daughter.
If he was a normal kid, just having him disappear would have been easy. Bribe him, threaten him or even kill him. Kyle's status, however, gave him immunity to the first two. He already had the money and power. So the only thing he could do was get them to break up ... or he'd just have to use the underworld connections for Kyle to have an 'accident'.
Samantha looked like she was being serious with this one, and worse, it looked like the kid was just as serious. Richard couldn't have that.
He already had plans for Samantha and it certainly did not involve a fresh-faced 'clean' kid like this. He needed to strengthen his empire, not weaken it. If Kyle was older, or even younger - he would have been at an age that Richard could control and influence. As it is, Richard doubted that Kyle would succumb to him.
He could already tell by the way Kyle just looked at him.
The kid wasn't simple.
The both of them just sat there, staring at each other without saying a word.
Kyle was simply waiting for Richard to speak while Richard was busy thinking as he was looking at Kyle. Just when Richard finally opened his mouth to speak, the living room door opened and Samantha walked in.
Richard growled, "Get back to your room."
"No," Samantha said decisively, walking over to Kyle and sitting next to him.
Kyle looked at her with a smile, and she held his hand, intertwining her fingers into his.
"If this involves Kyle, it involves me," Samantha replied, looking at her father in the eyes.
Richard sighed.
Truth be told, Richard did love his daughter in his own way. To him, providing for her was his show of love. He had given her the best, let her do whatever she wanted and to ensure that her future was protected, he had even gotten her a reliable husband.
One that could take over his empire and more importantly, one that obeyed him.
All of Samantha's lovers had been screened by him and deemed safe. Any guy that was either a mole, or could have been one that Samantha would have fallen in love with - he got rid of.
Richard didn't want Samantha to be tied emotionally to anyone so that when he set up the arranged marriage, she would follow obediently. He knew that she was willful but she was also filial.
Now, however, as he watched the way she held on to Kyle's hand and leaned on him, he knew that his carelessness had resulted in this mess. He now had to get them to break-up.
"What's done is done," Richard began, "But it cannot continue."
"Why not? It's not like it's illegal to have a 14-year-old boyfriend," Samantha retorted.
"With your reputation?" Richard pointed out, "Do you honestly think people will believe that it's purely platonic?"
Samantha couldn't argue with that point, but she still stubbornly shook her head, "This is the first time that I'm in a relationship. I'm not going to hide it."
"Okay, fine. Then let me be blunt. Samantha, Kyle is still a minor and you, young lady. You've just committed r*pe. You'll go to jail. I won't be able to shield you. Do you get me?" he growled, "So stop this before it's too late."
Samantha trembled and Kyle put his arms around her back, hugging her close to him.
"Then we'll keep this relationship a secret," Kyle said, "In public, we'll just act normally. Just like how we've been doing all this while. No one will suspect anything and there is no danger of Samantha getting into trouble."
Samantha's eyes were wet with unshed tears as she looked at Kyle. He squeezed her hand.
"Are you going to keep this a secret even from your own parents? Your sister? Really?" Richard scoffed.
Kyle, keeping a straight face, replied, "For Samantha, yes. Anything."
Richard was flabbergasted. Why was this kid so calm and logical? Why couldn't he get more emotional so that Richard could push some buttons and get them into a fight or something? This wasn't working. So he changed his tactics.
"Fine. This better not be revealed," Richard stressed, "And no more fucking around in this house. Or anywhere. And I mean that literally, okay?"
Samantha nodded happily.
So they wouldn't break up? That's fine.
He just had to call in a few favours.
In the meantime, looks like he would have to stay longer here. He didn't trust the two kids to keep their hands off each other. One was like a sex addict. The other, a virile young man who just discovered sex. Both were lethal combinations.
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When Kyle returned to his room, it had already been cleaned out. The sheets were changed, the used condoms were cleared out and the bed curtains were tied back to its post. Kyle switched off the lights and lay down on the bed.
[Phase Two in progress] Kyle reported, putting an arm across his eyes.
[That went well] Kay replied.
[Yeah. Worked like a charm. Now Richard can't bear to leave the two of us alone yet he can't get rid of me so easily. He'll probably make his move after filming here is done. So, with him here, it'll be easier for me to get to him.]
[Congrats, brother]
Kyle yawned [I'm beat. Talk to you tomorrow]
[Goodnight]
['Night] Kyle replied, closing his eyes.
It really had been an extremely exhausting day, but it was worth it. Everything worked out as he had planned, and that took a whole load of his shoulders. He hoped that the next few weeks would run smoothly as well.
Kyle massaged his arms and legs for a while. They were really sore at the moment. First, he had those physically demanding scenes the whole day. Then he had to do those vigorous sex poses right after.
The truth of the matter was, nothing had happened between him and Samantha.
Kyle had been aware of the hidden camera in his room. He knew Richard was keeping a close eye on any of Samantha's lovers, and would rush over if there was anything between him and Samantha.
Thus, he needed to create the desired illusion to get the rat back into the cage.
After closing the curtains of the bed, Kyle had first made Samantha very happy.
He had kissed, licked, left a lot of love bites and made her orgasm with just his mouth and hands. While she was panting and weak from it, he hypnotised her into thinking that they started having sex. Once her eyes glazed over, he waited for a few minutes before knocking her out by pressing the appropriate pressure points.
Her earlier moans and screams from the orgasm had also been recorded. So Kyle simply played it back on a loop. He wasn't sure if the camera also captured sound since he couldn't examine it properly, so he felt it was better to be safe than sorry.
Once he was sure Samantha was under, Kyle began to work.
Samantha had been like a puppet, and Kyle the puppeteer. Kyle had to create the illusion of the two of them engaging in sex, so he would imitate the motions of both of them having intense sex. He was on top of her then made the necessary thrusting motions.
Kyle did the whole show by himself. However, he had to do it in such a way that it would appear as if Samantha herself was moving as well.
Thus, not only did he need to move his hips, he had to hold on to Samantha and make her move. He did this by either moving her up and down as he held her waist, or her buttocks. The positions he had chosen were doable and it certainly gave a convincing show.
If Richard had been more attentive, he might have been wondering why Samantha's head seemed to be lying down most of the time. But Kyle figured it simply looked like either Samantha was too caught up in pleasure, or was kissing him as they fucked.
Luckily, it worked.
However, two hours of such strenuous activity right after a whole day of shooting would exhaust anyone. Plus, hypnotising someone took a lot of concentration as well. Once he received word that Richard was on his way, Kyle put Samantha down on the bed with relief. God, that man can watch that long.
From under the pillow, he took out several condoms that he had already 'filled up' and had been tied off at the edge. 'Ol Right Hand certainly did a lot of work earlier that day. He couldn't even get a substitute as he was closely watched. He scattered the condoms around the bed then proceeded to take off Samantha's underwear.
He started to massage her legs, stimulating certain nerves. Massages can be done to relieve stress or create it. He was doing the latter to make it seems as if she had been quite active as well. Once done, he took off his own boxers, and threw it aside.
He then lay next to her, pulling up the blanket to cover the both of them. He looked at her sleeping face, a slight regret in his heart for using her like this but it had to be done. Sighing, he then pressed some pressure points to put her into sleep rather than be unconscious.
No matter what he felt about using Samantha - the assassination was the most important thing.
The end justifies the means.