Only His

Chapter Eight

Kazimir

We sat in the car in silence and I was fucking annoyed. I had turned off my phone, because I didn't want to hear anyone's voice in my ear.

Who the fuck in their right mind thought it was a good Idea to steal from me? Steal for me of all people? Messing with my product! They were a bold motherfucker and they would die for that.

One hundred and fifty kilograms, gone just like that. I clenched my teeth as rage fueled in my body. My hands antsy ready to torture someone. Alexei better have already prepared them for me. I glanced at Aliyah or Sativa, her stripper name.

She was on her phone like nothing was happening around her. I was intrigued by her for many reasons. She was beautiful of course and her beauty had pulled me in. She was the first woman to ever play around with me in such a way. She had a mouth as well.

She challenged me, she made me slightly crazy. She knew who I was as well and she played it safe. She listened to my warning, she didn't try to run. I had Leo follow her and he told me she stayed put. She was smart and that's my every intuition felt okay bringing her to the warehouse.

I watched her as she leaned against the window on her phone. She swiped on her phone and she hadn't said anything to me. She didn't even ask where we were going. She knows this game too much. You don't ask questions, you just go along with it.

I wanted to say something to her, but I wasn't sure what. I wanted to pry more out of her, but I knew I wouldn't be able to. She keeps herself away from me, not revealing too much. I thought of a simple and most reasonable question.

"Are you from Atlanta?" I asked.

She paused from doing what she was doing from her phone, but she didn't look at me.

"No."

"Where are you from then?"

"Connecticut," she answered, dryly.

"How many states have you been to?"

She turns to look at me and uncertainty in her eyes. She crossed her legs and I wanted her back into that sexy outfit from earlier. She could pretend all she liked that she disliked me.

Even so in the club when she had called me that night, we had felt that tension between each other. Her breath hitches with me slightly touching her, I saw the way she looked at me when she gave that man a lap dance. She was calling for my attention for me to see her.

The way she aimlessly flirted with all those dirty men. She had an effect on me, but I never thought of the reason why. Maybe it was her attitude, her beauty, her body or her awareness. It might just be everything about her.

"Does it matter?"

"Yes."

"Not many."

She looked back out the window and there was nothing for her to look at. It was the middle of the night, there was nothing she could see. She was answering my questions, but not in the way I wanted her to.

We returned into silence and I observed. The thing about me is I like to watch people, by watching you are able to learn more about them. Body language is one of the most important things of being a human.

I could see that she was on edge, but she tried her best to hide it by being on her phone. Since I kept my attention on her mostly I caught her looking at me as well.

The car came to a halt and she slightly eased up. She puts her phone into her bag and she sits up. I opened my door and she was waiting on me to say something.