They Don't Know About Us (Kylie x Malia) Book 2

Chapter 8 ❤️💙

Kylie and Malia step out of the car. They hold hands as they walk up to the front door when Mel stops them. "Wait. Go do a perimeter check and search inside for any sign of forced entry." She tells the body guards. "It shouldn't take long, there's four of them." Mel assures them. She even checks her surroundings as well as the couple talk privately in their own world. She spots a random car parked on the corner. It could just be a random car, probably belonging to someone from the building. But then again, it might not be. "Hey, Jerry?!" She calls out. "Yes ma'am?" He rushes up next to her. "Can you go check out that car?" She whispered. He nods before walking over. "Girls?! Start heading insi-" Gunshots are suddenly fired as everyone ducks. Mel quickly covers them as she looks around to find the culprit.

Jerry chases after the shooter as Mel quickly ushers them inside. "Well, safe to say, you're not staying at home either." She sighs. "What are we gonna do?!" Kylie asks. "We can't go to work, we can't stay home....the studio?" Malia suggests. "It's worth a shot, no pun intended." Mel shrugs. "That's not funny." Kylie glares at her. "I'm not trying to be, Ky." They hurry to grab everything they need before running back to the car, with the body guards. Another gunshot is fired as they hurry inside. They shut the door and the car drives off immediately. They all breathe heavily as they narrowly escaped death. "I thought Jerry was chasing the shooter, he must have lost the guy and he came back to try and get the job done." Mel tries to calm her heart. "Everyone ok?" Malia checks Kylie for any wounds. "I'm fine, baby. I promise." Kylie holds her hands. "Are you?" She does the same. Malia nods. "I'm ok." "Good." Mel sits back and sighs. "Jesus christ...." "You good?" Kylie asks. "Yeah, I'm ok." She breathes heavily.

They reach the studio and rush inside. Mel locks down the studio, putting security on high alert and telling all her artists to either stay here or go home because those doors are not opening again for a while." All the workers and artists take a moment to think. Soon after, some of them were heading home, others were getting ready to buckle down and stay in the studio. Whoever is behind this, isn't after them. They're after Kylie, but still if anyone gets in their way, who knows what might happen? Mel was half relieved and half stressed when she noticed all of her clients were split. Half staying, showing their determination, albeit stupid determination since there's a shooter on the loose, and half leaving, putting their health and well-being first. As they settle in, Kylie decides to take her mind off of things and get behind the mic. Working on some new songs, Malia, ever her biggest fan, was more than excited to hear her new music.

Mel goes to the restroom while Kylie shows Malia how to work the buttons and controls. "So, this tunes the pitch. This one controls the bass. This one is the mixer, it controls how much of the vocals you can hear and how much of the actual instruments you can hear. We use that one the most cause obviously you need to hear both but they can't overpower one another." Malia smiles as she stares at her girlfriend in her element. "What?" Kylie smiles. "Nothing, it's just nice to see you actually smile and be happy. Like you're in your own little world. It's been a while." Malia holds her hand. "Well, if I'm happy, it's only because of you." Kylie kisses the back of her hand. "You make me happy too, Kylie. So much. I love you." Malia leans her forehead on hers. "I love you baby." They share a passionate kiss before they pull away and decide to take this to the couch. Kylie makes sure the mic is not recording, before they go any further.

They lay down with Malia on top of Kylie as they forget about their troubles for just a moment. Their lips clash with a fiery passion neither of them could contain anymore. She goes to unbutton Kylie's pants before she slides her hand into her underwear. She starts rubbing circles on her clit as Kylie moans beneath her. "Baby, we have to be quick, Mel could come back any second." Malia nods as she quickly slips her finger inside. "Fuck...." Kylie moans as she slides her own hand into Malia's pants and underwear. She teases her hole as she kisses her neck. "Kylieee, don't tease me...." Malia whines on top of her. She's right, they don't have a lot of time. Kylie slips two fingers in and pumps them vigorously. "Ooh that's it baby. Keep going, faster." Seeing as Mel could be back any second, she decided not to tease her, opting for making her cum fast. "Ooohh fuuckk!" Malia arches her back as her body spasms from her orgasm. Once she comes down from her high, she quickly works her fingers inside Kylie, curling it against her G-spot as Kylie moans loudly. "Maliaaaa!!!" She slows her movements as Kylie's orgasm starts to subside. She pulls her fingers out and sucks on them. "Fuck you taste good." She moans. Kylie laughs as she sucks on her own fingers. "Back at you boo." They both sit up and try to fix their clothes. "Where is Mel anyways? I thought she was using the restroom?" Malia asks as they notice she's been gone a while. "What if that stalker somehow got in here?" She asks. Kylie looks at her. "Passed all that security? I doubt it." Malia shrugs. "You never know. I'm getting worried, let's go check on her." They both stand and head to the restroom. "Mel?" They enter, since it's a public restroom, and find her on the water running. Mel is sitting on the floor, leaned up against the wall. "Oh my god, Mel!" Kylie hurries and shakes her. "Mel? Melody?!" "Kylie..." Malia points to a small blood spot on her shirt. Kylie lifts Mel's shirt to find a gunshot wound. "Fuck! Call 911!"

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How are y'all doing? 👀🕳️ Yes i woke up and chose violence but at least it's against myself 🤷