CHAPTER 9- NOT A SLUT
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The elevator was quiet — too quiet.
Victoria clutched the file tighter to her chest, eyes fixed on the glowing panel above the doors. She hadn’t expected Kelvin to walk in just before they closed. Now they were alone. She remembered their last conversation so vividly and was scared he would still ask again. Her main point is that she doesn't want to enter any relationship again.
She could feel his presence like electricity humming through her skin. He said nothing at first. Just leaned casually against the mirrored wall, his hands tucked in his pockets, eyes lazily scanning her reflection.
> “You’ve been running from me,” he finally said, his voice velvet and heat.
She didn’t answer.
> “Is that your strategy now? Pretend nothing happened?”
“I’m just… working. I keep personal things from work sir!.”
Her voice barely reached above a whisper.
The elevator jolted suddenly — a sharp, mechanical stutter that made her stumble. Before she could fall, two strong hands caught her — one at her waist, the other around her wrist. She looked up.
Kelvin’s face was so close. His scent hit her hard: cedarwood, spice… and something else. She was lost in thought as she was staring at him so intensely.
> “You…” she breathed, eyes wide. “ I love how you smell like…”
He didn’t let go. Instead, he whispered against her lips:
> “Is that it?.”
She couldn't understand why he asked that question. Her heart was pounding so loudly, it drowned out everything else. His hand slid up her back, fingers brushing the exposed skin between her dress and jacket. Their lips were barely an inch apart when—
The elevator jerked again. Lights flickered. The moment snapped.
He straightened, brushing his suit jacket down with maddening calm. Victoria stepped back, flustered, her cheeks burning.
> " what just happened now?" Victoria patted her chest lightly
She looked at the man that acted calm and composed and wandered to herself "how can he be so composed and act as of nothing happened a second ago?"
"You should come to the gala"
"What?.... yes sir noted!"
He walked out as his assistant came to report some matters to him.
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Later that Night – The Gala
Victoria arrived in a simple black dress, hoping to stay invisible. But as soon as she stepped inside the ballroom, Kelvin spotted her.
She was nervous as she hadn't attended any of this occasions before. She held the helms of her gown tightly as kelvin walked up to her.
He didn’t say a word at first. Just walked straight to her, took her hand like it belonged in his, and led her through the crowd — past whispers, stares, raised brows — to the VIP table. His table.
"Isn't that Kelvin?"
" How could he leave you Alex and choose another woman."
" I'm sure that she is one of the women he is interested in."
Meanwhile Victoria was busy pushing away Kelvin's hand but the hold was too tight
> “You don’t have to do this,” she said nervously.
> “I want to,” he replied without looking at her. “I will always do.”
A woman in a crimson dress walked over, with a smiley that wasn't really a smile. When Victoria tried to step away, she heard the woman laugh and say:
> “This your new charity case, Kelvin?”
Victoria froze. Her heart dropped.
But Kelvin didn’t. Even blink.
> “No,” he said, cold as ice. “She’s not a case. She’s the one I want beside me — in this company, in my life… and in my bed.”
The woman gasped. Victoria nearly dropped her wine.
As the women walked away, Victoria turned to Kelvin and removed her hand from his forcefully.
"What do you think of me?. A slut?, I'm not a slut and I wouldn't entertain such thought."
Victoria walked out of the hall furiously.
His assistant approached him.
"Sir what should we do now?"
"To her house"
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Midnight – Her Apartment
Victoria removed her clothes as she sat down on her couch.
" Does he think I'm one of his push over?"
She heard a sound of a hunk and went to look over at the window.
"Kelvin??"
"What's he doing here?"
She hesitated — then went back to her couch.
knock, knock, knock!
"What should I do now?. How I'm I supposed to greet my boss after I may have made him angry?."
She opened the door as the handsome face greeted her once more.
"You didn't eat, so I brought some food over"
"You can come in."
They sat on the floor, eating straight from the boxes. It felt strangely normal. Easy. Like they’d done it a thousand times.
After several minutes of silent,
"So how does it feel to be alone?"
> “I’ve lived alone for years,” she murmured at one point. “Got used to it. "So it's actually ok”
He looked at her. “You don’t have to anymore.”
> “Kelvin… what do you mean?”
He moved closer to her as his hands went to her back.
She shifted quickly trying to avoid his hands.
"Please I would do the dishes now"
She walked out fast.
In the Kitchen,
The kitchen was quiet except for the gentle sound of running water and the soft clink of ceramic as Victoria washed the last of the plates. The warm lights cast a golden glow on her skin, damp at the wrists, her shirt slightly tugged up as she reached into the sink.
She didn’t hear him approach.
But the moment his hand slid onto her waist — slowly, deliberately — her breath caught in her throat.
“Kelvin… what are you doing?” she asked, barely above a whisper, not turning around. Her body had already tensed in a thousand ways.
He said nothing at first. His palm flattened against her hip, thumb stroking gently through the cotton of her shirt. Then he leaned forward, his lips hovering just beside her ear.
“You keep doing this thing,” he murmured, voice low and magnetic. “Turning your back to me. Tempting me with your silence.”
She let out a quiet, nervous laugh, her fingers still in the soapy water.
“I don't know when I do it. Please stay away”
“I know,” he said. “But I’d rather have you wet for another reason.”
Her heart stuttered. “Kelvin…”
He turned her around — gently, without force — but with the firm confidence of a man who knew she wouldn’t fight him.
Their eyes met. Her lips parted slightly, chest rising and falling fast. She tried to say something, maybe to protest — but she couldn’t. Not with the way his gaze darkened as it dropped to her mouth.
He lifted his hand again — this time brushing a damp strand of hair from her cheek. “You’re beautiful when you’re flustered,” he said softly.
“I’m not—” she started.
But he kissed her.
And that ended everything.
The water still ran behind them as his mouth claimed hers, slowly at first — teasing — before deepening. Her back hit the edge of the sink as his hands slid beneath her shirt, warm against her skin. She gasped into his mouth as he kissed her deeper, hungrier, like he had been waiting far too long.
His hands moved up — caressing her waist, her back, her ribs — memorizing every curve.
Her own hands found the hem of his shirt, tugging it up, needing to feel him. She wanted more — needed more — of the man who had haunted her thoughts and stolen her breath since the moment they met.
“I want you,” he murmured into her skin as he kissed down her neck, his voice husky, trembling with restraint. “Say it. Tell me you want this too.”
“I do…” she whispered, almost broken with want. “I do.”
And that was all he needed.
He lifted her effortlessly onto the counter, lips never leaving her skin. She wrapped her legs around his waist, drawing him in — closer, deeper, harder.
There, in the warmth of that kitchen, bodies pressed against cool marble and steam still rising from the sink, they gave into each other completely. Every touch was raw. Every gasp was a promise.
And when he finally sank into her, slow and deep, she let out a cry that only he could ever pull from her lips.
That night, the kitchen didn’t just witness heat.
It ignited.
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