[KHALI]
I was awakened by the repeating sound of the doorbell. I groaned as I fluttered my eyes open. The sun rays creeping between the curtains hanging by my room hit my face.
"Oh, God, who could that be?" I wondered as I looked at the clock on my bedside table.
"At fucking 8 am?” I lazily got up and put on my shirt since I always sleep with just my sports bra on.
I looked at my video intercom to see who it was; a guy wearing a black cap and black shirt. A delivery guy? I thought. I went to open the door, and I was welcomed by a big smile on his face.
"Good morning, ma’am. I'm here to pick up Miss Jane Terranova's luggage," he said. I looked at him from head to toe, not even minding to answer. He appeared intimidated, as seen by the way his smile vanished and was replaced by an uneasy one, gulping afterward.
“C-can I get Miss Jane Terranova's luggage... Ma'am?” He asked again, then chuckled awkwardly. I sarcastically mirrored his chuckle before I answered with a cold tone.
"No, I'll bring it to her," I said as I turned back to close the door, but the man was persistent, blocking it with his hand.
"I'm sorry, ma'am. But I was instructed to bring back her things, and if I don't get everything back, I might get fired," he said, his voice nearly pleading with me. I tightened my teeth and huffed angrily.
"It's not my problem. I'll give it to her personally. Tell her that,” I closed the door, but then the doorbell rang again. I irritably groaned and opened the door, darting my eyes at him.
"How much is your salary for a month?” I was beginning to lose patience.
"I- um... W-why ma'am? I- I just really need that back please," he implored.
"I said, how much is your monthly salary?” I sharply inquired.
"3,360 dollars, ma'am," he gulped as he was looking at me with teary eyes.
I returned to my unit, took my check, and then wrote a cheque for $6,000.00. I signed it before handing it to him.
"Just put your name on there, and you're free to leave," I told him. His eyes widened when he received the check.
"If you get fired, you have enough budget to find another job," I said before slamming the door shut. I sighed in relief when he didn't ring the doorbell again.
I turned my attention to Jane's luggage, just sitting by the couch.
"I paid $6,000 for that? You're insane, Khali," I hissed as I shook my head. What the hell is going on with me?
I couldn't deny it. Part of me wants to see her. Not that I already like her. I was just feeling guilty about what happened. I decided to take a shower to freshen up my morning. I was sleepy earlier, but then I couldn't get to sleep anymore.
I decided to just wear casual attire. Looking myself in the mirror, I'm wearing a gray crop top Celine shirt and a camouflage blazer, paired with light blue denim pants and white sneakers. Do I look fine? I hissed as I glanced at myself in the mirror. Why am I so concerned about how I appear in front of her? Crazy. Khali, you're insane! I scolded myself and exited my room.
As I was about to leave with the luggage being pulled by my hand, Jey suddenly barged inside.
"Yow! Oh. Where are you going?” she asked curiously, her gaze falling on the luggage I was carrying.
"Wait, are you going to Jane's?” She asked.
"Yup, I have to return this to her," I responded quickly as I walked past her.
"Hold on. Let me come with you," she said, stepping aside to open the door for me with a large grin on her face.
"Why?" I asked, my brows furrowed.
"I want to see Reese, and I know she'll be there, so come on! Chop chop!" she yelled, pushing me out the door. I groaned and just let her push me out. She was dressed in a sweatshirt and black jeans.
"Let's go! Let's go!” She dashed to the elevator and pressed the call button.
"Excited much?” I asked sarcastically.
"Very much!” She burst out laughing, and all I could do was roll my eyes at my best friend. She can be a pain at times, I swear to God.
"So, what's the plan?" Jey queried as soon as we arrived on the ground floor. I sighed and simply shrugged, as I had no intentions in mind.
"The plan is to return this to her," I explained to Jey.
"Uhm... Not that I don't want to go with you, but I wonder why you have to personally deliver her things to her?" Jey stepped in front of me, causing me to come to a halt. With a dull expression on my face, I stared at her.
"Do you prefer to bring this yourself?” I asked her. She just blinked, and I nibbled the inside of my cheek.
“Look, this is nothing to me. The deal is off. And I already got what I want. She's been humiliated in front of you and her best friend. I want to see how she is right now. That will satisfy me more," I explained and continued walking.
“Congratulations, you are now a certified monster. Are you happy?” She asked again. I was unconcerned about her snarky remark.
"Of course! Is that even matter?” I sighed heavily when we finally reached the parking lot. I opened the trunk of my car to put Jane's luggage inside.
"Yes, it matters," Jey responded, refusing to drop the subject.
"Yes! I am happy, Jey," I almost screamed from my chest as I slammed the trunk shut.
"That doesn't sound like it to me," she said, then opened the door to the shotgun seat.
"Just drop it, Jey. I just want to get back to my normal routine; this is already exhausting and stressful for me," I almost begged my best friend, who nodded as if she understood what I was saying.
“Okay. But—," she continued, but I growled and scowled at her.
"JEY!” I whined, and she raised her both hands in the air, finally deciding to drop the topic.
"Okay. Okay," she said and leaned back to her seat.
I started driving, and Jey kept looking at me, so I pretended I didn't notice until she puffed out some breath, and I squeezed my lips together in a narrow line. Okay, I lied. I can't ignore this.
"What is it Jey?” I asked with my impatient tone.
"Do you know where she lives?” She asked.
"I don't," I lied again. I know where she lives, but I know she's not there at the moment.
“Then, how can we give back her things?” She tilted her head, looking at me.
"I know where she works"
"So, you're going to go there at her company?" Jey queried again.
“Yes...” There's dead silence after. I know Jey wanted to ask more questions, but I think she's been very careful not to piss me off, and I feel bad for being such a jerk right now. I let out a sigh and turned to face my best friend.
"Look, Jey," I said earnestly, "I'm sorry."
She grinned at me after raising her brows.
With a taunting smile, she said, "See? It's not that hard to say sorry."
"What?" I asked, my brows furrowed as I stared at her.
"I know you're sorry. And you should tell that to her," my best friend said, patting my shoulder, and I just shook my head, attempting to ignore her obnoxious gestures.
"Why would I say sorry? I didn't do anything," I raged.
"You humiliated her," Jey remarked, scoldingly.
"You almost had sex yesterday, and you were rude to her every single time."
"I didn't start it!" I exclaimed, almost yelling.
"What?"
As we approached the road crossing, I sighed and slowed the car down. I hit the brakes when the street light turned red. I gazed at Jey and chewed my lower lip, unsure where to begin.
"She kissed me first; it was her who wanted it," I said, my face flushed with embarrassment.
"Oh my God!" Jey exclaimed, his eyes widening.
"Yup, so it's not my fault," I said as I cleared my throat and noticed the traffic lights had turned green, so I continued driving towards the main office of JT Telecom. It's not hard to find since it's the city's tallest skyscraper, with the letters JT emblazoned on the top.
I drove to the building's parking lot, hoping to find a spot. Thankfully, the parking lot is as big as the parking lot of a Mall, so I didn’t have a hard time finding a parking space. After I carefully parked my car, I stopped the engine.
"So... What's your plan?" Jey inquired yet again.
I gnawed on the inside of my cheek. Is it possible for me to make a plan right now? I hate unplanned events, but I don't have anything planned right now. Jey spoke up again when I didn't respond.
"I'm going to text Jane."
"No, let me text her," I said, interrupting Jey's typing on her phone. When I took out my phone, I noticed that I had received a message from her.
>> From Jane: I need my luggage back. Why do you have to bring it back personally? You could have just given my things to my employee. <<
>> To Jane: No. I'm here in your building right now <<
>> From Jane: What are you doing here? <<
>> To Jane: I got your luggage. <<
>> From Jane: Just leave it to the receptionist on the ground floor. <<
>> To Jane: I want to give it to you personally <<
>> From Jane: Why? We don't have anything to talk about <<
>> To Jane: I'm here at the parking lot <<
>> From Jane: I have a meeting right now <<
>> To Jane: I can wait <<
>> From Jane: What's all the fuss, Khali??!!! You can just leave it to the receptionist. <<
>> To Jane: NO <<
>> From Jane: Just stop this Khali <<
>> To Jane: I'm not doing anything <<
>> From Jane: Fine. I'm on the 30th floor. You may bring it up here. <<
>> To Jane: I thought you still have a meeting <<
>> From Jane: It's almost done. Now, let's get this over with <<
>> To Jane: Alright <<
Jey was still typing something on her phone when I unbuckled my seatbelt.
"Oh wait," I paused when she spoke, and I looked at her.
"Where are you going?” She asked.
"To Jane's office, aren't you coming?"
"Ah... I'm going to meet Reese at a nearby coffee shop; you can go by yourself," she said gleefully as she typed on her phone.
"Alright," I said as I exited the car and removed the luggage from the trunk.
"I'm going to leave the keys with you," I added as I handed the keys to Jey, who replied, "Roger that, good luck."
I don't need luck. I don't believe in luck. Everything that happens to us in this world, I believe, is the result of our efforts, not luck or fate. As a consequence, we are all responsible for our own fate.
As I entered the building, I immediately approached the receptionist. She's got her full bangs and red lipsticks on and is wearing a navy blue shirt and pencil-cut skirt. Just over her right chest is a name badge -Mandy Strollo.
"Good morning, Khali Luciano," I spoke to the receptionist, "I need to go up to the CEO's office."
She gave me a sweet smile and looked at her computer, then glanced back at me.
"Do you have an appointment, ma'am?” She asked.
"Actually, I don't, but I have her things here with me, and she said to bring this up to her," I explained. The receptionist nodded as she looked down at the luggage.
"Hold on, ma'am," she said as she picked up the telephone.
"Hello, Ma'am, this is Mandy Strollo from the reception area; there's someone who wants to meet you; her name is Khali Luciano, and she said she has your belongings; should I let her in, ma'am?" she asked, pausing to listen to the other line and then nodding.
"Got it, ma'am, thank you," she put the phone down and turned her attention to me.
"Miss Luciano, can I have your ID please?” She asked.
"Sure," I said as I took out my wallet and pulled out my ID, which I presented to her. She handed me an RFID card afterward.
"Alright, Miss Luciano," she responded with a smile, "you may go up to the 30th floor."
"Thanks," I murmured gently as I walked towards the elevator. Fortunately, the elevator isn't full. It's most likely due to the fact that it's still work hours and not yet lunchtime. I can tell their boss has some severe restrictions based on the employees' attitude and character, but that's not a bad thing.
When I finally reached the 30th floor, I stepped out, then walked towards the glass door. I tapped the RFID card on the electronic door lock, and after a beeping sound, it automatically opened. I paused for a while to see whether anyone was there to greet me, but when I didn't see anyone, I began dragging the luggage inside. Her office is spacious, cozy, and elegant. From here, I can smell a slight whiff of her perfume. I hate to admit how much that scent affected me.
I saw a woman standing in front of the computer, her gaze fixed on it. She's wearing the same uniform as the ground-floor receptionist. With a smile on her face, she averted her sight and gazed at me. Samantha Carfano was written on her name badge, which I noticed.
"Good morning ma'am, welcome to the CEO’s office," the woman spoke.
"Good morning," I said with a smile, "I need to speak with the CEO."
"Are you perhaps Miss Luciano?” She asked.
"Yes."
"Alright, ma'am, the CEO is waiting inside her office," she replied, rising from her seat and leading me to the room at the right, knocking twice before opening the door.
“Ma’am, Miss Luciano is here,” she muttered, then gestured me to step inside. The lady then closed the door as soon as I got inside the room. I found Jane sitting at her desk, gazing down and reading some documents. I swallowed hard as I noticed how attractive she looked in her black dress. She appeared to be intimidating, but I'm not buying it. This is all a part of her facade.
As I approached her, I managed to keep a smug grin on my face.
She sighed as she turned her gaze to me.
"You can just leave it there," she responded coldly, returning to her desk to study the documents. But I refused to leave. I just stood there and stared at her. She must have sensed that I was staring, so she groaned and glared at me.
"What do you still want, Khali?" It’s obvious that she’s mad at me.
"Yesterday-," I was cut off when she scoffed.
"Yesterday was a mistake, Khali. It doesn't mean anything," she said; her disdain for me was palpable. I laughed out loud, disregarding the nagging sensation in my chest. I felt insulted by her actions. Why does she think that she's in control of everything?
"Yes, exactly. I was going to say that. It was a mistake BY YOU," I emphasized the last words, but she only laughed out loud.
"By me? Wow. It's always me, right?" she said, standing up and approaching me with crossed arms and a raised brow. I'm sure she's trying to intimidate me, but that won't work on me.
"I don't have any more business with you, Khali. You may leave," she turned her back, yet I couldn't leave. It’s as if I still want to hear something from her, but I wasn't sure what it was. What do I want from her?
"Why did you agree to be my slave?” I blurted out, head empty.
"Because you threatened to tell my father what I did," she returned to her desk but just slumped back in her chair.
"Are you 12?” I mocked her. She’s far from being a grown woman. She’s acting like a teenager who’s scared of her parents.
"You don't know anything Khali. Just leave," she answered coldly.
"Then why are you calling off the deal?” I asked as I walked towards her desk. She looked up at me as I stopped in front of her.
"Because I hate you. I hate how you treated me. I hate how you humiliated me. I hate everything about you. I HATE YOU," she gritted her teeth while answering yet looked away immediately. That left a sting inside my chest. I don't mind if she loathes me because we share the same feelings. I just don’t get how she could have wounded me with those words. I’m not supposed to get hurt by any insults from her. I gulped and swallowed the lump in my throat.
I squinted my eyes on her.
"You kissed me first," I stated as a matter of fact.
"That was a mistake," she replied, her gaze averted.
I bit my lower lip, annoyed by her demeanor. But then, I was more annoyed with myself. Why do I sound as if I'm pleading for her to return? Before I could answer, she spoke again.
"It was a mistake, Khali. I did it to see if you only wanted sex from me, and you proved me right, so I called it off."
I then mockingly laughed. What she said offended me, and it made my blood boil. Was she seriously thinking I wanted her body? I took a deep breath and continued to chuckle. She then stood up and gave me a cold stare. I suddenly had an idea, so I took a few steps towards her. She was prompted to sit down as the back of her knee collided with the chair behind her. I put my hands in the armrest of her swiveled chair to trap her.
"Do you honestly believe I just want sex from you?” I asked in a deep voice. I can see her throat swallowing hard and her hands balled into a fist.
"Yes, just like what you're doing right now," she said, attempting to push me on my shoulders, but that didn’t affect me. She’s too frail.
"If Jey and Reese weren't there yesterday, what could have happened?" I leaned in closer, our faces only inches apart; she held my shoulders hard while holding her breath, her gaze flitting between my eyes and my lips. She's just in denial. She wants me, and it's apparent.
"I suppose your body does the exact opposite of what your mind tells you to do," I whispered. She looked away to avoid my gaze.
"Look at me, Jane," I said as I pressed my finger beneath her chin to make her look at me.
She gulped, and when our eyes met, I could see her eyes darken in lust. Those lovely feline eyes make me feel something I don't want to feel.
"Am I the one who wants this?” I mumbled as I grazed my lips against hers, slightly teasing her. Her lips trembled, and her breath hitched when I licked her lips. It surprised me when she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me closer. Her lips started to move against mine. God! She makes me so addicted to her. Those soft lips grazed against mine, and I found myself biting them. She moaned, and that made me even crazier.
I lifted her to my hips and slammed her against the wall. She groaned as her center ground on my crotch. My hands traveled on her behind and squeezed them, making her moan loudly, and she ground her center more aggressively. God! I want to fuck her right now. I turned around to lay her down on the desk, keeping her legs wrapped around my waist. Her arms were still wrapped around my neck, and I pulled away to look at her. I was waiting for her to stop me, but she didn’t. Her eyes spoke volumes that she wanted this too. We captured each other lips again, and my right hand started to squeeze her breast while my other hand supported her waist.
She moaned again when I massaged it harder, then I pressed my tongue inside her mouth. I felt turned on with the way she sucked my tongue. God! I just don’t want to stop. We're almost running out of oxygen, so I moved to her neck, and she tilted her head to give me more access. My hand untied her belt, causing her dress to open up and display her black brassiere. I panted as I looked down at her covered breasts. She bit her lower lip as she drew my face in and kissed me once again. My hand moved through her bra, yanking out one of her breasts. She whimpered against my mouth when my thumb played on her nipple. Her expression is priceless. It makes me want to fuck her hard. I pinched her nipple, and she moaned loudly.
"Khali, fuck!"
I drew back from her lips and bent to suck her nipple into my mouth. As I continued sucking her breast and softly pulled it between my teeth, her mouth hung open. My tongue lick it, making her close her eyes, and she entangled her fingers to my hair.
I ran my fingers up her thigh to her underwear and teased her clit outside her panty. I can already feel the dampness of her core against my fingers. She spread her legs a little more, making it easier for my fingers to reach her clit.
"Oh...Hmmm, shit," she mumbled as I stroked her clit.
"Does it feel good?” I pulled away from her breast and sucked her collar bone.
I pushed her underwear aside, and I felt her wet core against my fingers.
"Oh, God! Khali," she breathed out. She gripped on my nape as I continued stroking her wet clit faster. Her hips started to move. I can cum with just the look on her face. She's fucking loving it, and the same as for me. I lifted her thighs to her chest, spreading her legs wider. I was expecting her to stop me, but she didn’t. She held her both knees on the side; her shallow breathing filled the room.
“Please,” she begged, and I smirked.
I bent down to set her panty aside and taste her wet center. With just one lick, she moaned, and that gave me the green light to continue.
“Fuck!” I continued licking and sucking her clit, and her hips moved for more contact. She gripped my hair and pushed my face against her core. I pulled away, and I immediately inserted my two fingers inside her.
"Oh my God!” She yelped and she slightly sat up and hugged me when my fingers started to move in and out of her.
"Now who wants it? Huh?” I whispered and curled my fingers inside her.
"Don't stop. Ugh..." she bit my shoulder as she continued to move her hips while I pressed my fingers deeper into her, tightening her grip on my back and scratching my back with her fingernails.
"I’m… Almost there... Ugh... Khali"
"Let it out," I said softly, licking her earlobe. She started to tremble, and I didn't stop until she reached her climax.
She finally came, and I felt her hot liquid on my fingers. I pulled them out and sucked on them.
I smiled smugly and said, "Hmmm... You taste sweet." She paused to catch her breath, then stared at me before averting her gaze. How does she manage to shift her mood so quickly?
"You got what you wanted; now leave," she remarked coldly. With a scowl and a shake of my head, I expressed my displeasure.
"No, I gave you what you wanted, Jane," I said as I watched her re-tie her belt and push me away from her.
"You can leave now, Khali," she said.
I smirked and went to the door. A part of me still wonders why I did that to her. She is, without a doubt, really alluring. But, as I expected, she's just like every other girl, and I simply gave her what she wanted.