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Chapter 168: This Is Me Fighting Chapter 168: This Is Me Fighting Angelia

The new policy brought a smile to my face but as time passed, my mind turned towards more negative thoughts, making my smile slip. I had been doing so well to keep busy but as soon as I had nothing to distract myself with, my progress declined so fast that I was right back at the bottom...

Today, when I had walked to the bus stop, I had been scared, not knowing if I had anyone following me. My mind had always been overactive, creating new frightening thoughts of being watched by a stranger. What if it wasn't a stranger? My mind would ask me. What if it is a person you know? It could be anyone, a stranger but also a friend, You wouldn't know if the person you are talking to was the one who had sent you those pictures, the texts or called you.

The fear of not knowing who it could be plagued me the most. It was frightening to talk to someone without knowing if it was the same person who was tormenting me. I hurried to the bar as soon as I finished up, hoping I could escape my mind even if it was only for the rest of my shift. Kingston hadn't moved from his seat by the vip section and getting back under his watchful gaze settled some of the fear I had felt but not all. The thoughts seemed to follow me, and I found myself unable to push them away by focusing on work like I had done earlier. They were making me jumpy and jittery, I kept wondering if he was somewhere in the crowd.

It became even worse when I had my back turned to grab the bottle containing tequila from the shelves. Not seeing the people behind me made me feel vulnerable and exposed. When a customer touched my arm to catch my attention, the bottle I was holding slipped from my fingers as I jumped from the contact. The glass shattered, spilling its contents onto the floor. Cursing, I bent down and started picking up the shards, I hadn't even gotten started before another hand clamped down on my arms. I didn't fight it, instinctively knowing whose hand it belonged to. Kingston helped me up and then guided me away from the bar, from the broken glass and the spilled liquor.

"I have to clean it up." I protested weakly and quietly, I didn't even know it he could hear me over the loud sound.

He paused for a second next to my co-worker and he gave me pitying looks, probably thinking I would get an earful from our boss as Kingston sent him back to the bar in my stead. My heart hammered in my chest as he led me to his office, nerves fought with excitement at the thought of being in an enclosed space with him. His hand held my arm in a tight and possessive yet comforting grip. The feel of his skin against mine, even such a slight touch as this sent a shiver through my body.

As soon as we got inside his office, he let go of me. Automatically, I took a few steps forward, entering his manly-looking space. I had been here before, but I hadn't had time to notice the accent of brown leather and black metal. It was the opposite style of what he had at home, but this seemed to suit him more. The door closed behind us, and the sound of the lock turning was unmistakable. The slight click as the lock engaged sounded loud in my ears, and then there was quiet, the sound from the club was shut out, barred from the soundproof

room.

This silence felt louder than the music and the chatter combined. What was he doing?

The air was filled with a type of heaviness that could only be created by people with unfinished business between them. It was the kind of heavy that made breathing difficult and burned your skin with heat. Kingston moved behind me, I could feel him coming close even if I couldn't hear the steps against the carpeted floor. My feet stood rooted to their spot in the middle of the room, I didn't know if I could move at all, too weighted down by the tension between us. I swallowed, my nerves winning against the excitement of being alone with him.

"W.. what are you doing?" I stammered, my pulse rose as my heart beat faster and harder.

"I could ask you the same," He whispered against my ear. I was startled unaware of how close he had gotten.

"I have watched you tonight." He muttered,

"Are you normally this jumpy with the customers?"

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Fuck, had I been that obvious? fit course, I did drop a bottle worth,

"N..not normally, no." I respondeil shakily.

n't want to know tw much the lipur fat

He took a step closer, pressing his front against my back, the warmth of his body seeped through our clothes, practically brwding my sk with his heat. I closed my eyes briefly, letting myself down in the feeling of having him this close, something I thought I had already Vost the chance of experiencing again. "Then why is this time any different?" He asked.

With him this close, his lips caressed the shell of my ear as he spoke aal made me shudder in instant lust. He was short ciresdung my brain and I had trouble thinking of an answer. "Because you were watching me." It was a cop-out, though not necessanly a lie, It did make me self-conscious having his eyes on me

He didn't say a word for several seconds and I feared he didn't believe the.

"Turn around."

The command was evident in his bossy tone, and fuck if that didn't make me wet. Not too long ago, I had been ridden with fear but a moment alone with him and all my problems had suddenly taken a back seat. When I didn't turn around fast enough to his liking, he ordered me again. This time, his voice was darker and more dominating. Finally, I got my rooted legs to listen enough to turn, shakily. At the same time, as I turned around, I put some distance between us. Being chest to chest with this man was not ideal with sy current issues.

A moan almost escaped me when I saw him, there was something to be said about seeing this terrifying handsome man up close and personal. I could see his every detail, his fitted t-shirt, which did nothing to hide his big muscles but instead highlighted them. I saw his dark eyes that had darkened more than his natural eye color was. I took in the few days old beard and couldn't stop my mind from wandering what it would feel like scratching against my inner thighs. My clit throbbing at the thought, and I clenched my thighs in an effort to lessen the ache. Like always, it never worked. His eyes narrowed as if he could sense when my thoughts had turned to.

"W.. what did you bring me in here for? If it was about the tequila, you can deduct it from my salary."

I was sweating, I could feel droplets of it gathering between my breasts.

"Unless you would want to go without pay for six months. It will be a write-off."

Holy shit! Who bought liquor that expensive? Idiots, most definitely. His lips twitch in that almost smile of his, betraying his amusement and my eyes widened. "Did I say that out loud?" I mumbled.

"You did."

Shit, I hope I didn't call him an idiot inadvertently. To be fair, he had a shit ton of money so he was probably one of the idiots who drank the expensive liquor.

"If that wasn't what you wanted to talk about, then why did you bring me here?"

I couldn't handle being so close and having his complete attention. I wanted out, I needed to create some distance between us because if I stayed any longer, I would surely forget all the reasons why this wasn't a good idea. And yet, I didn't make a move for the door. "I said I would fight for us, didn't I?" He reminded me, swallowing, I nodded.

"Yes, you did."

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Kingston followed me, for each step I took backwards, he took one fore

was the prey. I gasped as my back met the wall.

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Chapter 168. This is Me Fighting

"This is me fighting."

Something about his tone, the dark caress of sinful promise made me tinctively back away from him. Not a good idea, this was so not a good idea. The words replayed in my head as I understood my situation, precisely what I should have avoided. Being here with him, alone was exactly the opposite of what the unknown wanted. If he found out, I can't let that happen. Kingston followed me, for each step I took backwards, he took one forward. This felt like a game of sorts where he was the predator and I was the prey. I gasped as my back met the wall. Chapter Comments

Sfayz

oh my!

King is going to be the death of me

Sfayz