Loving A STRANGER 175 Chapter 175: Aren't You Feisty?

"Do you think that that was fair?" Lucas asked her. "By now, he is probably home. Even if he is cheating on you, he must still be very worried about you… Has he given you a call? I think he will probably be looking for you right now!"

"I don't know," Kylie replied. "My phone died hours ago… I didn't charge it yet,"

Faith pulled out her phone, handed it to Kylie and said, "You should give him a call if only to let him know that you're safe. He might be worried,"

Kylie pushed the phone away and said, "I don't have his number memorized…" She pouted her lips.

***

Lucas, Faith, and Kylie checked in to the Four Seasons in Seattle. Once they'd received their key cards and brought their things up to their rooms, Faith and Kylie dumped Lucas and went to the tea shop across the street, just the two of them. Once they were seated, a waitress came, and they ordered two cups of milk tea.

Their drinks arrived quickly and, just as they were about to take their first sips, they found themselves distracted by two women fighting over a man near the entrance to the shop. "Ken White, you have been playing this game for too long," one of the women said. "You need to choose the one that you want to be with."

"Fine," the man sneered, "If you want to be that way, go f.u.c.k yourself. We are done. I have made my decision. I definitely don't choose you!"

The woman stumbled backward, tripped, and fell near to where Kylie and Faith were sitting. The woman began to cry, and Kylie got up to help her. Once she was up, though, and much to Kylie and Faith's surprise, the woman returned to Ken. "Please don't be mad at me," she begged. "Take me to your bed, and I will prove my worth to you…"

Ken pushed the girl away from him and said, "You b.l.o.o.d.y c.u.n.t, I already made my decision, so f.u.c.k off already!"

Hearing and seeing this, Kylie felt a righteous rage build up inside her. She stood up, looked at the man, and, as she hissed, "That is no way to treat a woman," she threw her hot tea into his face.

Ken met Kylie's eyes with his own eyes, and, as Ches.h.i.+re's grin appeared on his face, he laughed. "Aren't you feisty?" he howled. "What a temper! I love it! So s.e.xy! How would you like to ride my c.o.c.k tonight?"

Just as Kylie was about to respond to his misogyny, she stepped back in surprise. She knew this pervert. His name was Ken White. He was Khloe's brother. It wasn't surprising that they didn't recognize each other right away, though. They hadn't seen each other since the night when he'd tried to rape her. Now though, as she recognized him, she could tell that he recognized her.

Ken stumbled towards Kylie and said, "It's such a long time since we've seen each other. Are you still being a good girl, or do you need to be punished?"

Ken tried to grab Kylie's arm, but she stepped back and swung her purse at him, hitting him in the face. Ken was so surprised by this that he stumbled backward and fell on his a.s.s in a way that was very comical. Everyone laughed, even his two girlfriends.

Feeling embarra.s.sed, Ken stumbled to his feet and snarled in a way that reminded her of Stephen King's dog, Cujo, and a particularly relevant quote: "The world was full of monsters, and they were all allowed to bite the innocent and unwary..."

Ken looked at Kylie and called her a b.i.t.c.h, a c.u.n.t, and a stupid wh.o.r.e. He was looking her up and down, looking for a way to attack her that would prevent her from retaliating. When he realized that there was no such opening, he signaled to two large men that were sitting in the back of the café. Ken pointed to Kylie and Faith, and the men began to walk towards them.

As soon as the men reached them, they grabbed the girl's arms and restrained them easily. Up close, Kylie suddenly recognized the goons as the men who'd kidnapped Aiden, and her jaw nearly hit the floor in surprise. "Ken White," she shouted, "I can't believe that you were the one who kidnapped Aiden!"

Ken touched his nose and smiled. "You are worried about him?" he laughed. "Khloe doesn't even care about him. You shouldn't either. You should be more worried about your own kidnapping."

Kylie: "…"

"Tonight," he continued, "with you four girls in my bed, I think that – even if you don't – I am going to have a very good time!"

"I think you are overestimating your stamina," laughed Nate Ba.s.s, who, along with Fannie, had come into the tea shop while they were preoccupied. "Kylie is way out of your league, bro."

Ken scowled and said, "I don't know you. Who the f.u.c.k are you?"

"It doesn't matter who the f.u.c.k I am," Nate replied comically. "What matters is what you plan to do next. So far, all that you've done is hara.s.s these girls. Anything more and you will be prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law."

Ken gulped, and his body began to tremble. None of this was going how he'd planned it, and he felt like the little dead boy from Pet Sematary. "No fair, no fair," he'd complained.

A news van appeared then, and more than a dozen people rushed out. Each one of them had some kind of tool that Kylie could imagine doubling as a weapon. Nate smiled, looked at his watch, and said, "Right on time. It's clobberin time!"

As the people streamed in, he pointed in the direction of Ken and said, "Kick their a.s.s."

Ken and his men tried to fight back, but they were clearly outnumbered and, while everyone was distracted, Kylie took Faith's hand so that they could sneak out the back door.