Red Strings of Destiny

Chapter 4

Being her childhood friend, he already knew where her mom often hid the spare keys.

With practiced ease, he reached under the potted plant by the doorstep, grabbed the key, and locked the door behind him.

“Kaizer—what the hell—”

Before Ysabel could finish, he scooped her up effortlessly.

A surprised gasp escaped her lips as he carried her inside, his grip firm yet careful.

And then—

He placed her on the kitchen counter.

Her hands instinctively gripped the edge, staring at him, breathless.

Kaizer stepped between her legs, his presence overwhelming, eyes dark and unreadable.

He leaned in, voice low.

“By talk, you mean this?”

Ysabel’s heart pounded.

“Kaizer, stop playing around,” she muttered, attempting to push him back.

But he didn’t budge.

His fingers brushed against her jaw, tilting her chin up slightly, forcing her to meet his gaze.

“I dumped Lily,” he murmured.

“I know.”

Kaizer’s eyes flickered with something intense. “Then why are you still acting like this?”

She scoffed. “Like what? Maybe because you’ve been avoiding me, dumbass—”

“You started avoiding me first.”

That shut her up.

His thumb lightly traced the corner of her lips. “That night… You didn’t push me away immediately.”

Ysabel stiffened.

Kaizer’s lips curled into a slight smirk. “So tell me, Ysabel. If I do it again, will you push me away this time?”

Ysabel’s hands moved on their own.

Her fingers gently caressed his cheeks, her touch barely there—

Yet it was enough to make Kaizer tense.

Her thumb traced the faint stubble on his jaw, slowly grazing his pale skin.

For a moment, neither of them spoke.

Kaizer didn’t move, didn’t breathe. He just watched her—watched her like she was the only thing in the world that mattered.

Ysabel swallowed hard.

She should push him away. She should say something—anything—because this was dangerous.

Yet, her hands remained on him.

“Kaizer,” she whispered.

His grip on her waist tightened. “Say it.”

“Say what?”

“That you don’t feel anything.” His voice was low, rough. “Say it, and I’ll stop.”

Ysabel parted her lips—

But the words wouldn’t come out.

Because she couldn’t lie.

And Kaizer saw it.

A smirk ghosted his lips as he leaned in, his forehead pressing against hers.

“Thought so.”

Then, without another second of hesitation—

He kissed her.

At first, Kaizer’s kiss was slow, almost hesitant.

Gentle.

Like he was giving her a chance to pull away.

But Ysabel didn’t.

Instead, she clutched onto his shirt, her fingers gripping the fabric as if anchoring herself.

And that was all it took—

Kaizer lost control.

The kiss deepened, turning rougher, hungrier, desperate.

His hands trailed down her sides, gripping her waist possessively as he pressed himself closer.

A small moan escaped Ysabel’s lips, barely audible—

But Kaizer heard it.

And it only made things worse.

His lips moved faster, more demanding, as if he was trying to make up for every second he had spent denying what he truly wanted.

Ysabel could barely keep up.

Her head spun, her body burning under his touch, and God—this was dangerous.

Yet, she couldn’t bring herself to stop.

Not when it felt this good.