Kaylee's POV.

I had Zeke exactly where I wanted him. With his hands firmly around my waist, I opened my legs widely. I was ready to allow him to touch me just to be back in control.

Aside from his money, the presence of his girlfriend was beginning to get on my nerves. I never thought I could easily get jealous over someone who was clearly below me.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer. I slowly began to undress myself. First, pulling down the strips of my night dress and exposing my naked breasts.

“I know you want me. You always did.” I whispered slowly, now touching myself in a seductive manner. “Get Layla out of the house and I am willing to give us another chance.” I said.

To my surprise, Zeke scoffed.

“Bold of you to make requests.” He said, placing both his hands on my legs. Before I could say another word, he yanked himself free of my clutch.

“You can't be serious.” I yelled, getting down from the kitchen island. I have never felt this insulted before. How dare him reject me like that? This was someone that was willing to lay on the ground for me and allow me to step on him.

“You are clearly aroused because of me.” I said, pointing to his jogger.

“Please leave Kaylee. I was making dinner for my girlfriend before you interrupted.” He said, turning his back away from me.

“You are really choosing…”

“Babe, what is going on here?” Layla asked, walking into the kitchen. She looked very pale. She stared at both of us in confusion and that was when I realized that my night dress was still down my waist.

“It's nothing Layla. My wife and I were just talking.” He said moving close to her. He wrapped his hands around her waist and slowly down to her butt, pressing it lightly. “You missed me in the bedroom, didn't you?” He asked. Leaning closer, he brushed his lips against hers.

I clenched my fist. This was no longer about Zeke's money, he was badly bruising my ego and I didn't think I could stand it much longer.

“Since you like being in the kitchen so much, why don't you prepare dinner for my dear Layla?” He asked, bringing me back to reality.

I sneered.

“You will come back begging for this.” I said, slightly brushing his shoulders before exiting the kitchen.

I could hear their loud laughters as I ascended the stairs. I felt like a dagger was pierced through my heart. I finally got into my room and slammed the door with vigor.

I rushed to the closet and brought out my vibrator. I was already in the mood and since I couldn't get Zeke to fuck me and Drew wasn't an option, I had to do with the only option I had left.

I switched on the vibrator and inserted it inside my pussy. I closed my eyes as I allowed the pure ecstasy run through me.

‘I will have to separate those two at all costs. Zeke will be mine.’

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Layla’s POV.

“I think she is gone.” I said, releasing myself from his grip.

“You came at the perfect time.” He responded.

“You were doing a good job Mr Zeke, I….”

“Zeke.” He said, interrupting my statement.

“What?”

“If we are going to sell our fake relationship, you shouldn't be heard calling me Mr Zeke.” He said.

“Oh, that. I am sorry. I mean you are still my boss.” I stated.

“About that. You don't have to keep working for me. I can sort all your bills out.” Zeke said, reaching for the frozen chicken.

“No, no, no.. I don't wish to quit sir.” I said immediately he finished his statement. “I still need the job.”

“What for? I will be paying you a million dollars after six months. That's enough to get your life back on track, especially if you don't have a sick sister to take care of.” He said, putting the frozen chicken in the pot while I watched.

“I haven't made any requests since I agreed to do this with you. This is the first request I am making. Please grant me this at least.”

“Okay.” He replied without further arguments. “Whatever you decide is fine with me.” He added, his attention fully focused on the chicken he was now seasoning.

I watched how he did everything effortlessly. It was evident that he derived joy from cooking as he was smiling all through. I never really had a good look like Zeke until that night.

God! He was a fine man. He was tall and well built. The type of man that would make every girl go crazy which had me wondering what exactly Kaylee's problem was with him.

“Will you just keep staring?” He asked, bringing me back to reality.

“Well, I.. I ..you..” I instantly began to stutter. My face flushed. I had no idea he noticed I was staring at him.

“I will be going upstairs now. I only came to get water.” I said, lowering my head.

“Dinner will be served in fifteen minutes. Don't sleep off.” He said as I quickly ran out of the kitchen.

I got to our room and shut the door firmly. My heart was beating faster than usual as I leaned against the door. I stood there for over two minutes trying to stabilize my breath.

Just when I was calm enough, I walked away from the door to the bathroom. I decided to take a shower before Zeke comes with the food.

The thought of Zeke clouded my thoughts as I bathed. The image of him cooking was stuck in my brain as if it was a tattoo.

I finished bathing and tied a towel around my chest before exiting the bathroom. Just as I walked into the room, I saw Zeke standing in the middle of the room with a tray in his hands.

I came to a halt. I was sure that fifteen minutes hadn't elapsed yet. As if having a mind of its own, my towel immediately dropped to the floor…