Serial Lover

Chapter 25

~All Me~

LANI POV

I viciously turn and look at him with my killer eyes. "No the fuck," I say turning my head around crossing my arms.

He sighs "We can sit here all fucking day," he says. He holds my waist with his right hand and turns his chair back to his desk.

"Sure," I say laughing but I know he was serious.

"Mr.Valentino you have Mr.Foster waiting for you," she said in a sexual voice like she was like putting on the voice. Mr.Foster sounded familiar very familiar.

Was he seriously gonna have me sitting here all day? I wanted to say it but then I didn't want to give him that pleasure he wants to play games we can play games. I can play games.

As soon as the man walked in my eyes lit up. I screamed in excitement. He was my old old neighbor from my old old house.

I try to get up but Kilo gently pushes me down. I smile at him as he sits down.

I start talking in a British accent "Hello Mr. Foster" he laughs and so do I when we I was a kid we would always talk in a British accent me my mother and him. I'm kind of good at it.

"You've gotten better," he says and I smile. He also looks kind of sad. I guess he heard about my mother's death.

"Well let's get started," Kilo says. He pushes the chair back and turns around pushing it to his drawer.

"Don't fuck this up for me" he whispers. He takes off his belt and puts it on me like a seatbelt around my waist putting me closer to him. He then covers it up with my shirt.
What the fuck is he doing?

"Please let me go," I say.

"Too late," he says and returns to the desk.
I was uncomfortable but comfortable. In a way, I hated this but liked it. I hate him but I don't. I'm so confusing lol. Maybe I'm the bipolar and crazy one.

I know Mr. Foster was confused but he also looked scared to ask why we were sitting like this. It's so unprofessional and inappropriate. They sit there and talk while I lay on Kilos chest bored. Every time I moved or if I sat any other way he would tighten his grip on my thigh. It didn't hurt it just gave me shivers and butterflies. Kinda felt good. Kinda felt weird.

I shouldn't let him get to me.  Not now not ever get a fucking hold of yourself Kehlani. I snap out of it and push his hand off me. He sighs and tries to continue his meeting but I could tell he was pissed.

Am I really sitting in my fake husband's lap tied to him during an important meeting? As Mr. Foster leaves I say my goodbyes and wish him the best. I can't sit here anymore.

"I have to go pee" I lie trying to get away out.  "I have somebody coming in and I don't need your stubborn ass trying to leave," he says.

"I won't fucking leave," I say mad as hell.

"Watch your fucking mouth I will not tolerate you talking to me like that," he says.

I roll my eyes I talk to him like that all fucking day. He has never had a problem with it but I guess after last night I really pissed him off. I sigh. This doesn't even make sense. Him having me sit on his lap after last night. Him having me here when I almost killed him while he was entering his own fucking home. I should have known though it was him.

A lady comes in and has on these hugs sunglasses. I kind of recognize her but don't. Why does everyone who comes in here I feel like I know? She roughly takes off her glasses and throws them at us. It was Bell or Bella, Kilos ex. Kilo presses a button under his desk. He was all calm and laid back. I was so confused.