Chapter 9

Kiyara

It's been two weeks, and the annoying customer still wouldn't stop bothering us. I complained to Jasmine, who told me, "K, this happens a lot. Don't worry; they'll grow tired and stop." She smiled and handed me a coffee. Surprisingly, the next day, the customer stopped. I was really surprised when he didn't complain but instead complimented the service.

I was having a good day, but I was a little worried about why Ezekiel hadn't been messaging me. Maybe he had grown tired and realized I was too good for him.

I sipped my cocktail at the restaurant while relaxing on a Saturday afternoon. It had been hard work lately, so I deserved this.

Suddenly, I felt a large arm on my shoulder. I immediately shrugged it off and frowned at the owner of the intrusive touch—a man who looked to be in his late twenties.

"You can't sit here alone. Don't you need someone to talk to?" he said, revealing crooked teeth. I looked at him with disgust.

"I don't," I replied curtly and went back to sipping my cocktail.

"Come on, let's have fun somewhere else. There's a new bar that just opened nearby. Let's go there," he insisted, not understanding that I wanted no interaction with him. I ignored his request and felt his glare. Just then, my phone beeped.

"Hello, miss?" a female voice spoke from my phone.

"I'm being harassed by someone I don't know, and I think he wants to rape me," I said.

"Address, please, ma'am," the female voice asked. As I was about to give my location, the man immediately left.

"Thanks, Ariel," I sighed.

"No problem," she giggled. "I do love playing police." I ended the call and continued with my cocktail. I didn't want to admit it, but I was thinking about Ezekiel. Why was he always on my mind? I stood up and went home, leaving a forty-dollar tip.

The next morning, while doing yoga, I saw on the news that the same guy who had tried to approach me was in a coma. I found it odd and creepy. Was it a coincidence, or was someone spying on me? I had read many books where male characters stalked the female leads, but I never imagined anyone would stalk me.

Ezekiel had given up on me, and now I had no one else. I hoped it wasn't some trick or that I wasn't being followed by a demon. I prayed that night with a Bible beside me and convinced myself the next morning to stop being dramatic.

I decided to go to 'Club Glitch,' a lively club. The last time I went to a club was nine months ago, when I heard my jewelry had sold for five million dollars. I needed a night out to forget all the messed-up things that had happened to me after revealing myself. Even a beggar wanted to take a picture with me—what was wrong with the world?

I wore a short dress with high heels and a fluffy jacket due to the cold, and styled my hair. I didn't tell my friends about the club because something told me they were busy with their private lives. I received a text from Bella saying she was in Miami.

I was surprised because she rarely goes out. If we didn't hear from her in three days, I would go to Miami to retrieve her.

I walked into the buzzing club filled with lively people and went straight to the bar. I heard "Area Code" by Kali, one of my favorite songs, and was pleased that they played Afrobeats too. I ordered vodka and danced the night away.

"Hey, you look sexy, girl," said a guy who appeared in front of me. He was dark-skinned with a charming smile and tall. "Hi, handsome," I replied, smiling. There was no harm in flirting a little. We talked as if we knew each other, but suddenly I felt an arm wrap around my waist and someone's face on my neck.

I immediately recognized the cologne—it was Ezekiel, but mixed with the scent of alcohol. What was he doing here? He breathed on my neck, and I remembered how much he loved doing that. He would leave a hickey, and I'd have to lie to everyone that it was a mosquito bite. I felt that some, like Ariel and Jasmine, didn't believe me.

"Ezekiel, wh-what are you doing?" I asked.

He glared at Josh, the guy who had been talking to me earlier, and Josh immediately left. Ezekiel was behind me, his hand sliding down from my waist to my butt. "Baby," he said in a husky voice.

"Did you miss me?" he asked. I turned to look at his face in disbelief, but he used his long left hand to turn my face back to the front. He slowly slid his fingers inside my dress. "And why on earth would you wear 'fuck me' clothes?" he said, sounding drunk.

"I can wear what I want, Ezekiel," I said harshly, annoyed that he wanted to stop me from having fun.

"You can only wear them for me, oxygen. No one else." Before I knew it, his hands were inside my underwear. I gasped and shuddered under his touch. "See how easy it is to reach my property?" he whispered, rubbing my clit.

"Please stop! We're in a public place, Ezekiel," I said, moaning despite myself. He chuckled and continued, making me moan louder. "Please, Ezekiel, stop it," I said, a tear forming in my eye from pleasure. He seemed drunk and might not remember this.

"Fuck, baby, you're so wet," he said huskily, moving faster until I finally orgasmed. I panted heavily.

"Ezekiel, you're drunk. You shouldn't be doing this," I said, breathing heavily. He slowly withdrew his fingers, making me feel every sensation until he was completely out. He smiled against my neck and said, "Who told you I was drunk?"

"What?" I looked at him with disbelief, my face flushed.

"You heard me, oxygen," he smirked.

"Ezekiel, are you out of your mind?" I said loudly. He dragged me toward a private room in the club, which I didn't even know existed. He let go of me, and I looked at him angrily.

"You just realized?" he said.

"First of all, you fingered me in the middle of a crowd, and now you've dragged me here against my will. If you think I'd give you my body like I did in the past, you're so wrong, Ezekiel King."

I pointed at him angrily, but he looked at me as if I were his universe, which made me feel good despite myself. "I will always have your body, oxygen, and you will always have mine because we are made for each other," he said casually.

Ezekiel

"You're insane," she shouted.

"You didn't think of that when you came on my fingers, darling," I said, smiling slightly, which embarrassed her.

"What do you want?" she asked calmly.

"You know the answer to that, love." I approached her until there was little space between us. "I want you by my side always. I will literally do anything for you," I said, using my finger to trace lines on her lips.

"Then stay away from me."

"I can't do that."

"Why?"

"I need you."

She stopped, and I looked into her light brown eyes, mesmerized. I kissed her deeply, and we ended up on the couch, kissing intimately and passionately. To my surprise, she kissed me back.

She didn't resist, which made me happy. She broke the kiss and asked an odd question.

"Were you behind all the men's punishment?" she asked suspiciously.

"Yes," I said, not batting an eye. She looked shocked and got off me, staring at me in disbelief.

"Why?"

"I hated how they stressed and touched you. It made my blood boil," I said matter-of-factly.

"What? It's none of your business, Ezekiel," she said sternly.

"It is. You are mine, and no one is allowed to touch what is mine. I dealt with the beggar too," I raised my voice a little.

"I told you not to turn me into a monster, Kiyara. And you did, without even trying," I said, my eyes taking on a slightly psychopathic look.

"You are messed up, Ezekiel King. Really messed up," Kiyara said, nodding her head in disappointment before slamming the door on her way out, which made me angry.