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 ...