K-Brothers And The Little Maid

Kash’s POV

I opened the door and just a step into the room, I froze.

What the… What the fuck? Without wasting one more second, I walked out of the room feeling highly irritated.

“Sir, are you alright?” My guard asked once he approached me. I halted then glanced at my wristwatch. It’s some minutes past ten already.

“Get the private jet ready. Am getting outta here”

“Yes Sir” He bowed and walked off while I followed suit.

Dulga and Samantha were sure having a good time and I didn’t care. I’ve gotta go back home and find her.

I’ve missed her so much and my heart aches badly. I couldn’t still understand why she’d left after our plans to spend the vacation together and had been mad. I even tried forgetting her but it only did worse to me.

Now, I’m going back to make her tell me why she decided to hurt me so much and at the moment, I could feel the anger hanging on my chest along with this hurtful feeling.

*

Dulga’s POV

“Uh…”

“Hmm…”

“Oh Bitch” I moaned in ecstasy as Samantha sucked and fingered my p*ssy. She increased her pace and I couldn’t help but moan out.

“Mother fucker!” She cursed and made me kneel on the coffee table, my ass facing her. She smacked it and damn, she was so good.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

“Oh goodness!” I let out a soft cry when I felt her pull in another finger. After fingering me for a minute, she yanked my hair backward and kissed me hard, the taste of her mouth a mixture of coffee and milk.

I grabbed her b00bs and she moaned in ecstasy. Damn, hers were so big, unlike mine which was tiny. She released her grip on my hair and climbed the table then spread her legs apart revealing her V.

“Suck the hell outta me bitch” I smirked then bent over to suck her V. I rolled my tongue on her clits and fingered her p*ssy so hard.

“Oh…”

“Uh…”

I kept fingering her but then Kash crossed my mind. What if he’s prolly waiting for me?

My thoughts were interrupted when she pushed me backward so I could lay on the table. She grabbed my legs and pushed them upwards, beside my head.

She then leaned closer and rubbed her V on mine. “Uh…” I moaned out. That was the best feeling ever.

*

Leigh-Ann’s POV

“Are you okay, Leigh?” Stiles’s voice broke in from behind, startling me. I took a deep breath and turned to glance at him.

“I’m… I’m good”

“And the date?”

“I… I don’t wanna talk about it. Maybe later” I responded and turned to leave with the glass of lemonade.

“I’m sorry if I’m bothering you”

“You’re not and thanks for your concern” I replied dryly and looked up at him. He looked more handsome and we kept staring at each other.

“You’re shaking”

I stared down at my hands which held the tray and tried to keep it under control but couldn’t. Stiles came over and placed his hands on mine. “What’s going on with you?”

I felt so weak and I feared I’d black out at any moment. “I don’t know”

“What did Ace do to you huh?”

Ace? Ace didn’t do anything. He was the best date I could ever wish for but Kael… The way he had grabbed my waist and held me so close to himself, the way he had choked me, and finally, his fingers on my lips were things I couldn’t get over easily.

“Leigh…” I closed my eyes and drew in deep breaths “You’re not okay”

I opened my eyes and stared at him. His eyes held this look I couldn’t figure out “I… I have to go”

“You’re running from me Leigh”

“Am not. It’s… it’s just…” I stuttered racking my brain for what to say “I need to give this to Kael”

*

Carefully, I placed the lemonade on the table and looked around. Kael wasn’t in sight so I figured I had to leave. There was no way I could let him meet me here.

I rushed towards the door and opened it but the person outside the door made me freeze. Shit!

I gasped and tottered backward. What the fuck was he doing here? He took slow steady steps toward me and I kept moving backward with each step he took accelerating my heartbeat.

“Why are you running?”

I gulped hard but then, my back hit the wall and I turned in fright. Holy Fuck! I was stuck. My eyes returned to him as he stood some inches away from me. What the hell does he want from me now?

He had a white towel tied around his waist and water dripped from his hair to his perfectly tattooed body.

“Your… your Lemonade Sir” I stuttered pointing at the glass of lemonade on the table.

He didn’t turn to look but burned his eyes on me. “Did I tell you you looked perfect tonight?”

I gulped hard and blinked my eyes rapidly. What did he just say?

“You still look pretty much dressed so why don’t we have a dance?” He asked and I furrowed my brows. Huh? A dance? What dance?

There was no waltz playing so what dance was he talking about? He moved away from me and I released the breath I didn’t know I was holding.

I moved away from the wall and stood to look at him-Admire him rather. His arms, I could picture them round my waist. His broad and structured chest and his abs…

“You can sing perfectly can’t you? Then sure you can tune up the waltz we danced earlier and sing” He suddenly said after emptying the glass of lemonade. My mouth dropped.

What??? Was he expecting me to sing the waltz that we had earlier danced to?

“I… I can’t”

My heart skipped when he dropped the glass and began walking toward me. “I… I mean I… I can…’t…”

“Take my hand,” He said as he offered his hand. I gulped hard and took it. What in the name of fuck Is he doing?

He led me to the center of the room and we just stood looking at each other. His eyes were bright and not cold as before. That should make me relax a bit but I couldn’t.

“I suppose you still remember the dance and where you should place your hand” He spoke up, his voice so gentle that it itched my nerves.

Why was he suddenly acting gentle? It felt so strange of him. I inhaled deeply then closed my eyes. Of course I can remember the dance and where my hand should be. My right hand should be on his left shoulder, great.

With my eyes closed, I raised my right hand slowly and placed it on his shoulder but then, I withdrew immediately and forced my eyes open.

Holy fuck! Was he shitting me at the moment?

His body was bare and the sight was killing. How could he expect us to dance this way? Jeez, he also had a towel on.

“Anything the problem?” He asked and I gulped nothing. I lowered my eyes to his chest then his tattooed body. Damn.

“You… Sir… You’re not properly… properly dressed”

He didn’t respond but just looked at me. I couldn’t stand his gaze so I lowered my head.

“I choose to dress anyhow I want to, it’s my house, and tell me Leigh-Ann, don’t you like what you see?”