Chapter 17
“Did you think that bar is illegal, and that’s the bar of addicts? Are you even aware of that?” Both hands are on his waist. He looks like a mom in that way; I giggled.
I really feel like my mom is scolding me.
“Yeah, I knew it a while ago.” I shrugged and found something to touch and play with.
He sighed and massaged his temple.
“Did I allow you to work?” He narrowed his eyes on him.
“Can I see the face mad?.” I’m not making him serious.
Why does he need to be serious? He is giving me an uneasy feeling.
“I am not joking with you.” I felt he is out of patience.
“Why are you mad?” I repeated. His eyebrow creased, and his ears turn into red. He even clenched his jaw and fist.
He is glaring at me, “Eh, I need to work because I need to p--” I almost mention my debts. He might think of me wrongly; he will feel that I am a social climber if I tell the truth; I don’t want him to mistake me.
“There’s no wrong in working in a bar, ah. That work is clean. The bad is snatching, kidnapping and cheating.`” I explain to him. Kienzo needs me because he doesn’t understand the world; I need to explain things to him. How can he be a lawyer? Tsk! He had a poor brain. Maybe, I must borrow my brain.
“I didn’t say that working in a bar is illegal. Are you listening to me? I asked you if you know that bar is illegal?” He asked me as if I were a testimonial in court. I almost jumped when he raised his voice at me.
“No, but you’re saying different; it's like you want to say in that way. “ I look around to avoid his gaze; I am making excuses; why has no one updated that he is scary when asking questions?
“And, That’s why I worked there because I need a lot of money to pay you, and I also need a shelter; I haven’t called the companies I applied to.” I breathe.
Why do I need to explain everything to him? Lord, give me work. I promise to be an excellent beautiful lady.
“Kiki,” I called him and pulled his shirt a little. I am facing his back and don’t know if he’s already sleeping or acting.
We’re now lying on the bed together again.
“Are you sure about this? You might get mad or think that I force you.” I said, using a low tone of voice.
I’m making sure.
“If you don’t want, it’s fine with me,” I said while feeling nervous.
Kiki is scary when he gets irritated or not in the mood; He might kick me out of his condo if I reach the limit of his patience.
Kiki has a different attitude; he is mean but always handsome.
“I won’t force you, and I didn’t force you, okay?”
I pouted and continued to pull his shirt at a lower strength.
He didn’t speak. That’s why I forced him to face me.
I pouted.
Kiki is sleeping so early and going to bed.
“Are you really sleeping? Can you change your attitude now? So you can sweet again?” I murmured and pinched his cheeks to wake him up.
“Kiki.” I shake his body gently.
“Hey.” I am waking him up.
He needs to wake up; if he doesn’t, I will throw a jar of water on his face or slap him six times.
I can’t sleep and am already missing his hugs like yesterday.
“What?” He opened his eyes slowly.
I stare at him. His eyes are tired and sleepy.
“What do you need?” he asked in a hoarse voice while lazily looking at me; his voice was raspy at the same time and gentle.
I remained silent and pouted, “I miss you; yesterday, when you hugged me, it seemed that you didn’t want to release me, you hugged me too much, and I almost lost breath. Why you’re not hugging me now?” I asked, almost crying.
He also intertwined our hands, always holding me in the morning, and he even kissed my cheeks before he left the condo.
He extends his one arm to make it a pillow. I smiled and lay my head on him, and hugged him. He smells like sandalwood.
“You really smell so good. You smell dollars.” I commented and dipped my head on his chest, giggling. So calming and soft yet hard. So sweet, I feel butterflies in my stomach.
I blinked many times when he kissed me on my forehead so gently and softly.
“You should sleep.” He said huskily, and I felt that he close his eyes.
“I can’t sleep.” I continued smelling him.
“Are you hungry?” I felt him caressing my hair.
“I am not mad.” I am not mad, and there’s no reason to get angry, right? He became sweet again, and he’s hugging me, hihi.
“Do you want to eat?”
“No.” Why is he asking why I am hungry? Okay, there’s a miracle. Lord, I am requesting a gift of money, not the benefit of this man.
“We had dinner, and I am still feeling full,” I responded.
What did he think of me? I am not eating and always want to eat.
“You’re always hungry.”
I hug him even tighter.
“I am not mad, okay?.” Kiki clarify.
I look at him, and he is looking at me. Our gaze met.
“Hungry is different from angry.”He explains.
“Eh. they are the same.” I fight.
“It’s not. Be careful with your words. Someone might mistake you, and it can lead to miscommunication. You should understand the text very well. Comprehension is a must. Don’t just read and hear. You must think and calculate.”
Why was the calculator mentioned? What’s the connection between it in our conversation? Do I need to add the words he spoke? Even in English, there’s math. My teacher didn’t tell me about this in grade school.
“What’s different between the two?” I asked as I smelled him again.
“They are different in spelling.” He explains shortly and thoughtfully.
Are they the same, right?
“The important is important. Rawr!” I form like a tiger and face him, trying to scare him.
My two hands are facing him, and it forms like the hand of the tiger.
It was as if I was out of breath when he suddenly tore my blocking hair. His stares were intense.
He pinned my blocking hair behind my ear.
I am uncomfortable with his stares, and his face is serious looking at me.
Kiki’s other hand is already on the back of my head as he gently massages and strokes my hair through his long fingers; we look at each eye as if we’re the two in the world. His stares are absorbing my soul; I can’t take his regards anymore. I felt my knee get jelly to his eyes. Why is he always staring at me like this?
I felt my heart react crazily.
He looked at my lip and back to my eyes.
He stops stroking my hair because his hands stop on my nape. My hair rose.
Why? Why is he looking at me like that?
I swallowed when he bit his lower lip a little bit in a sexy way. He slowly pulled me on his face.
He is looking at my lips while biting and licking his lips.
It's getting near.
I want to poop.
Is he going to kiss me? I am more than ready, and he’s too long to do it; kiss me now! My name is already aching.
I often blink when I feel his lips on mine; he’s closing his eyes.
I blink six times when I feel his lips on mine, and it moves slowly. I am going to die.
I didn’t know what I should feel; My hair rose up. Kiki was looking at me intensely, and now, he was kissing me for real. Lips to lips. Touch to touch, body to body.
I’m gonna die.
He pulled me closer to him.
I put my two hands on his shoulder to get support. I lean my body on his.
I followed the movement of his lips, and I moaned when he bit it slightly.
I was about to bite his lower lip again when he inserted his tongue into my mouth. I gripped the collar of the dress tightly.
I pressed harder against his chest and felt one of his hands on my waist.
The sweetness of his kiss. His lips are so yummy, sweeter than Leche flan and sugar. Yummy delicious.
He roamed inside my mouth, and he was fighting with my tongue. We’re having a tongue fight here. I lifted my body so I could reach him.
I had a hard time with our position.
He stops kissing me and looks into my eyes, just like how to stare at me before he kisses me. One thing that won’t change is how he stares at me.
I was about to reach his lip again when he lay me down on the bed, and he came on top of me. He looks into my eyes, and he aggressively attacks my lips.
I groaned. Yummy delicious. This is only a kiss.
I pushed him, but he didn’t move. I tried many times to go until he let me,
“It’s so hot!” I complain.
I felt my body burning and his eyes. They are burning with misery, fire, and lust.
What is this feeling? I don’t understand my body. Do I have a fiver? His kiss is intoxicating and antibacterial, hihi.
“Kiki, I will have a fever; it’s hot.” I make my hands like fans.












