85: Something like love

Kelvin was fingering her. He was touching her in ways that made her want to scream. Leila tried to pull out his hand but he threw her a stern glare. They were at another eatery for lunch. An eatery of her choice.

This eatery wasn’t as private as the ones she and Kelvin always ate their lunch. The other booths were occupied, there was a couple behind them but Kelvin simply didn’t care. She tried to feign nonchalance but he was doing silly things to her body.

“Kev,” she breathed out, nails digging into their table with the menu on it.

A waiter came over and dropped their meals on the table, Kelvin’s finger curled around her clit and she tried too hard to smile but it came off as a scowl. He retracted his wet fingers as the waiter retreated and pushed them into her mouth. 

An old lady at the other corner glared at Leila and she sucked harder on her husband’s fingers, much to the woman’s horror. Leila could not u