Taste of Love.

"I've had a taste of love, and now I never want to stop loving you." My smile faltered slightly, and a tear dropped from my eyes. "No, we can't be together. I can't put my baby in danger." ---------------------------- Kehlani is a 20-year-old woman from England. She finds out that the man she called dad wasn't who she thought he was but she doesn't let that deter her from loving her family with all her heart and letting people who she thought would not be in her life anymore back in. But what will she do when letting certain people in her life causes someone to hate her and their goal is to make Kehlani's life miserable? Liam is a 22-year-old man who lived in England most of his life but originated from Italy. To others, he seemed like a man who had to do what was necessary to get whatever he desired but he only wanted one person who he thought he couldn't get. Kehlani. She brought out the best in him but he made a mistake that caused them to part ways. However, Liam is determined to get her because she was the one who gave him a taste of love.

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"Bona fide."

Chapter 26

At 6 pm I finished all the work I had to do, so I rushed home after saying goodbye to my co-workers and hopped into the shower as soon as I got home.

After scrubbing my skin as hard as I could, I got out and wrapped myself in a blue fluffy towel and opened my closet, and scanned all the clothes that were in there. After picking out what I would wear, I put my deep red underwear set on and sat at my dressing table, and did my makeup. I settled for a black smoky eyeshadow with silver in the corners and bold red lipstick. I put foundation on after doing my eyebrows and eyeshadow and applied my lipstick and highlighter.

I couldn't be bothered to put my dress on yet as I had nearly an hour left until I had to be at Kookys so I called Harry.

"Hi, Harry." I genuinely enjoyed talking to Harry. I didn't know what it was about him but he seemed trustworthy and he seemed bona fide.

"Hey. How are you?"

"I'm fine, how are you?" We talked for a little over 30 minutes and I still had to put my dress on.

"Hey, Harry? I've got to go yeah? I'm going clubbing with a friend."

"Have fun Kehlani. And please stay safe. And make sure you don't go home with anyone. Bye." I knew the reason he said the last part. Lately, we had been getting close. But we hadn't really talked about it.

He got jealous when I talked about getting with other men and I got jealous when he talked about getting with other women. It was basically a cycle. We'd flirt all the time but never talk about what was progressing between us.

"Yeah don't worry. Bye." I hung up the phone and got dressed and put my black Vivienne Westwood X Melissa flats on. I wanted to wear heels, but I'd probably be walking all night, and then my feet would be in pain and I didn't want to put my precious babies through that.

I walked to the floor-length mirror and look at myself.

I was wearing a black, short tube dress with lace at the side. I had a black strap around my neck. It was basically a choker which made it easy for me because then I didn't have to put a necklace on. The dress got to mid-thigh, and it showed all my curves and just enough of my cleavage to be sexy but not slutty.

I let my hair down and after making sure I had everything; I left my house and got into my car.

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