KEIRA:Brad’s eyebrows formed in a straight line while I was silently ordering Lennox to take back his words. As bad as it may sound, Brad was generous in giving me tips. Saying I had a boyfriend would only make him stop seeing me.At this point, I could not afford to lose a VIP customer. I needed Mr. Smith’s cash. Call me a bitch, but that was what I needed right now.“Y-You have a boyfriend, my sweet Angel?” Brad asked, his voice almost a whisper. “Y-You never told me.”Glaring at Lennox and returning my gaze to Mr. Smith, I explained, “W-Why would I have a boyfriend, Mr. Smith?”“You have a boyfriend,” Lennox insisted. His expression turned darker as each moment passed. He looked as if he was on the brink of losing his control. “Mind you, I will tell him someone is courting you at this place. I have known him for quite some time, Keira, and could attest to that.”Despite being human, Mr. Smith could still feel the menace directed at him. “Mr. Smith, I don’t really have a boyfriend

KEIRA:Zoe found her mate. Will I be happy or not? Was it a good thing or not?Definitely a good thing for this relationship to work. Zoe was now out of the equation. Lennox could not focus his attention on me if Zoe was still there. I can now see the light of this relationship. Maybe this will work. Despite that, there was a gnawing feeling inside me. I felt sick after being happy that Zoe had her mate. I was certain there was a lot of resistance from the woman's point of view since she believed that Lennox and she were designed for each other. "I just hoped her mate will protect her and love her."I was about to say, "I'm sorry for your loss" but stopped myself.Lennox would think I was the worst when I celebrated someone's doom. Still…it was still early to tell. At the end of the day, all I wanted was to root for the woman's success in love.Liar. You're just happy that someone out there is stopping her to pursue Lennox again.Maybe that was the reason why Lennox returned. Per

KEIRA:I was expecting Lennox would kiss me back. That he would want me back like I badly needed him right now. It was already a few months since we last kissed. Maybe during our wedding? It was already so long that I forgot when. I nibbled his upper lip and moaned at how good he tasted. I missed this. Missed this feeling of his warmth. Of his lips. Of everything about him. The kiss was one-sided in the sense that it was I who was kissing Lennox. He looked like a statue standing there while I aggressively moved my hands to any parts of his body. Especially in that part between his legs.Lennox was critically aroused which means he also desired me. It was not only me who wanted this, but him. “Lennox,” I breathed while my hand rested on the bulge of his pants. “Touch me. Show me you desire me.”I grabbed his hands and was about to put it on my chest, but my eyes widened when he suddenly caught my hand and pinned me to the wall. Breathing heavily while fighting for control, he calle

KEIRA:My mouth gaped open, disbelief in my eyes as I stared at Lennox. Did I hear it right or my ears was only playing with my hearing? "F-fired?"The world suddenly spun, and I staggered forward. Lennox easily caught me and helped me stand. Not wanting to influence my emotion, I broke away from him, in an attempt to clear my mind. "Did you just say I was fired, Lennox?""Yes. Definitely, love. I said you were fired," he answered nonchalantly. It seemed like he was not even bothered that I was fired from my job. If that was really the truth. I pointed my trembling hands at him, but he only gave me a half-shrug. The reaction I did not like at all. Raw anger emerged. "You!"Do not attack him even if you badly wanted to. I repeat. Do not attack him!Lennox pointed to himself. He was smirking at me, then danced his eyebrows "Me? Yes, love? What can I do for you?" He opened his arms. "Do you want a hug? Come here. Or maybe you want a kiss." He pouted his lips while waiting for the

KEIRA:As if my feet had a mind on their own, I ran towards Malik’s location with Lennox hot on my heels. My heart beat loudly against my ribcage. Malik was still looking at me as if he was waiting when Lennox and I reached where he was standing— at the darkest part of the club. He folded his arm in front of his chest while a cigarette butt was between his fingers.Did he smoke? Since when?How long has it been since he stopped sending me messages? I lost count. He wasn’t always like that. Even though I rarely replied to his messages, Malik continued sending me his text messages, and one day, he stopped. Thinking I had no right to ask him why, I just allowed him to do whatever he wanted. Maybe he got tired of waiting for me to reply. Or perhaps something happened to their pack. And now he bought the strip club? What reason?Was it because he was fond of watching women dancing naked? Or maybe he had other reasons? If that was the case, what were those? “Why do you care?” I asked m