Loving A STRANGER 122 Chapter 122: Fuck Off Your Dirty Hands On My Body

In his drunken state, Ken yanked the menu from Khloe's hands, "That's easy, just order some abalones, Australian lobsters or some French foie gras…"

Khloe frowned; who the h.e.l.l was Ken to b.u.t.t into Aiden and her relations.h.i.+p? She wanted to step on Ken's foot heavily, but just her lock, her foot landed directly on Aiden's foot.

"Ouch!" The jarring pain made Aiden loosen the gla.s.s from his grip, causing it to shatter on the ground.

"Oh, my G.o.d! Aiden, I'm so sorry." Khloe immediately sat up and grabbed some tissues trying to absorb the water from his clothes. It was all because of this loser, Ken! If he had not appeared out of the blue, she would have been with Aiden by now!

Ken's attention was on the menu still. He pointed at the lobster, wanting to order more, but Khloe and Aiden were absent when he looked up.

"Where are they?" Ken looked around and discovered the door of the bathroom was open. In the bathroom, Khloe was cleaning up the water stains that had accidentally sprayed on her clothing. She glared at Ken in the mirror, "You idiot! I don't want to see you anymore! Get out of here now!"

Ken ignored what Khloe was saying as his eyes were fixated on her legs. He had never noticed Khloe's body before. Her legs were smooth, pale, and seemed to go on for miles. Trailing his eyes up, Ken noticed Khloe was wearing a tube top, which revealed her toned stomach and belly b.u.t.ton piercing.

"Ughh..." Ken groaned out loud; piercings had always turned him on. 

"Why are you babbling?" Khloe muttered, not noticing that Ken was walking closer to her inside the bathroom. Without warning, Ken hugged Khloe's body from behind, pus.h.i.+ng Khloe towards the sink. Ken breathed in her scent of freesias and musk, "Hmm…Khloe, your body, smells so good..."

"What the f.u.c.k are you doing? f.u.c.k off! Let me go!" Khloe panicked and yelled loudly, trying to shrug his firm grasp. Despite struggling vigorously, Khloe could not get out of Ken's stubborn arms.

"f.u.c.k your dirty hands off my body!"

Again, Khloe's yells were ignored by Ken.

"Khloe, your body's so soft…" Ken's hot breath fell on Khloe's neck. With just a layer of clothing between them, Ken's body was on fire. It had been too long since he had f.u.c.ked someone, and Khloe was too alluring for a drunk Ken.

"You're insane! Let me go right now, and I won't tell anyone! Otherwise, I'll make you pay you f.u.c.ker!" Khloe's threat sounded like a mosquito's buzz to Ken. The alcohol had taken control of his body; his lower half of the body was not in control.

Ken tightened his embrace and thrust his p.e.n.i.s into Khloe's a.s.s. The feeling of rubbing up against Khloe almost made him explode right there. 

"Kylie, I didn't make it to you last time. But now I've got you. You won't be able to run away this time." Ken mumbled blearily and started to undress Khloe's clothes. 

"What the f.u.c.k are you talking about? I'm not Kylie Finch! I'm not! I'm Khloe Finch, open your G.o.dd.a.m.n eyes!" Khloe fought back fiercely.

Khloe's struggling just spurred Ken on more. Ken fiercely shoved Khloe against the wall, not noticing that a metal towel stand was right at Khloe's head level.

"Ahh!" Khloe screamed as her head came into contact with the towel stand. A severe pain shot through her head, and before she could do anything else, her eyes rolled back, and she became limp. 

The first thing that Khloe felt was pain, so much pain. Groaning, she brought her hand up to her head and felt wetness on the left side. Khloe flinched and started crying as she noticed the left side of her head was covered with blood.

"What the f.u.c.k do you want from me!?" Khloe yelled when she noticed Ken standing by her side at the side of the bed. "I swear I will make you f.u.c.king…" But before Kylie could finish her sentence, Ken brought his hand down on her a.s.s, slapping her hard.

"Don't f.u.c.king talk like that, Kylie. You're mine now…" Ken whispered.

"I'm not Kylie!" Khloe yelled out but was quieted as another kick was directed to her stomach.

"Shut your mouth!" Ken yelled.

Khloe was in so much pain and disbelief. She could not believe that Ken was treating her this way. Was he going to kill her? No, Khloe thought, I'm not going to let this b.a.s.t.a.r.d get away with his. Taking a deep breath, Khloe struggled to stand up but discovered that her hands and feet were tied up.

Khloe heard laughing coming from the other side of the bed. She looked up in horror as she saw Ken undressing himself and slowly climbing on top of the bed towards her struggling body.

"Kylie, let me love you. I've been waiting to f.u.c.k you for so long…" Ken's face grew nearer and nearer to Khloe until he was on top of her body.

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Aiden was walking back from the car, where he had changed into an extra set of clothes. When he went back to Khloe's room, he found no one inside. That's weird, Aiden thought to himself. Where had Khloe gone? He quickly took out his cell and dialed her number, but she did not answer.

"What is she up to now?" Aiden muttered angrily.

Kylie had not left the Royal Private Club yet. She had decided to come back and wait for Faith, who had texted her that she was on her way. She decided to use the bathroom first. Leaving her stuff at the table, Kylie walked to the back of the club towards the lady's bathroom.

When she was walking out, Kylie remembered she left her ring in the bathroom, "Oh shoot! I forgot!" She mumbled to herself and turned around to go retrieve it.

However, her path was blocked by a male figure standing in the way.

"What did you forget? I can help you find it." A familiar voice spoke up. Kylie blanched at seeing none other than Aiden Parker standing in her way.