For the most part, I’m completely oblivious to the injury to my arm, but there are moments when I shift a certain way and I’m quickly reminded last night I took a bullet to the shoulder before I block out the thought again. The pain from injuries doesn’t bother me, it’s just how much of an impediment they can be at times. But at least I’m still alive. I’m packing my suitcase in the bedroom when there’s a fast knocking at my door. Can honestly say I don’t get many visitors… okay, I never get visitors. Especially at 10:45 at night. I walk to the living room and grab Crimson from the coffee table. Come on, I’m not going to fire a gun in an apartment building, do I look like I’m trying to draw attention to myself? There’s another urgent knock at the door as I walk over and look through the peephole. I unlock and open the door, “Didn’t I just get rid of you?” “You were right. They tried to kill me,” Alec says, panting. There’s sweat on his brow, and his skin looks clammy and a sickly c
The last couple of days has been tense. Alec and I haven't spoken much, which is fine by me. He spends most of his time watching TV and I work on my laptop or take calls. He did call his mum once to check in on her and see how she's doing and let her know he's okay. He sounds like he cares about her a great deal. I’ve left the apartment a couple times to either handle business or go shopping and have been surprised each time I came back and found him still here. I’m in the middle of making dinner when I hear his deep intake of breath. “Do you like being an assassin?” He asks gently. I turn to look at him, doing my best to keep my face neutral even though I’m in complete surprise. No one has ever asked me that question before. I’m not even sure how to answer. “I don’t see it as something to like or dislike,” I say truthfully. He frowns at my answer. “Do you like killing people?” “Still trying to diagnose me as a psychopath?” I ask with a smirk. He smiles sheepishly, “I’m just try
Alec has officially been staying with me for a week and he’s getting more hostile with each day, though I just ignore his mood swings. He hates being cooped up here. I’ve suggested he go out for a walk but he’s too afraid someone will kill him as soon as he leaves the building. Pretty ironic seeing as how he’s rooming with a killer. The only time he left was to return to his apartment to get his things and that was with me tagging along, acting as an unofficial bodyguard. How did I go from being paid to kill people to being an unpaid bodyguard? It’s too bad assassins aren’t part of a union, at least then I’d have someone to complain to. I’ve oh so graciously given my bedroom to Alec and I’ve been sleeping on the couch. Well, part of me was being generous because he’s far too big for the couch and the other part of me was being strategic. This way if he tried to leave he’d have to pass me to get to the door, so I can monitor him better this way. I’m just getting out of the shower and
I smile wide as I see John’s face, “John, what a nice surprise. Is everything alright?” I ask with genuine concern. “Everything is fine,” he says with a bright smile of his own. “I’ve heard your TV on lately and assumed you were still home. Wanted to come by and check on you. How did everything go with your boyfriend?” He asks wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. I chuckle and open the door wider, “See for yourself,” I say pointing to Alec who is now gaping at me in shock. “Please come in.” John walks in and over to Alec with his hand extended. I shut the door as Alec stands and instinctively shakes John’s hand while throwing me a look of confusion. “John, this is Alec, Alec this is my neighbour John. He’s the one who helped me bring you up here the other night when you were passed out drunk,” I say with a grin. Alec’s head snaps to me so fast I thought it might break. He looks utterly shocked, and I don’t bother to hide my amusement. “You sure did a number on yourself, young man. To
He carries me to the bedroom and gently lays me down against the sheets, pushing my laptop onto the floor. All I can hear is our loud breathing and my blood pumping in my ears. He kisses along my jaw and down my neck, heat shooting through me each time his lips connect with my skin. His next kiss is just below my collarbone, and I can’t stop the shiver than runs through me as my breathing hitches. I can feel him smiling against my skin realising he found my sweet spot. He slowly runs his tongue below my collarbone and I let out another moan. My hands make their way down his toned clothed body to his ass. I slide my hands inside his joggers and briefs and squeeze his bare ass pulling him forward, eager for friction and he gives it to me. He presses himself against my pussy and I can feel just how hard he is and it’s making my pussy throb in anticipation and need. His lips make their way back up my neck and his hands dive under my top. His hands feel so soft against my skin, and I just
Waking up I feel something heavy around my midsection. Glancing down I see a toned, tanned hairy arm and I instinctively smile. My whole body is still buzzing from last night and I realise I need to crack a window open because the room smells like two people spent hours having sex, which is accurate. It’s not very professional of me to get into bed with the enemy but I don’t regret it. That man is as skilled at giving pleasure as I am at giving pain. He can be gentle, and he can be rough and when he mixes the two? Oh, baby. Not wanting to wake him, I carefully slide out from under his arm and make my way to the bathroom and get in the shower. I’m halfway done, having just finished with my hair when I hear the shower door open and arms snake around my waist making me smirk. “Thought you might like some company,” he says against my ear. I look back at him, my eyes trailing the droplets of water coating his body and for just a moment I’m envious of them. “I didn’t realise showering is
I slowly realise someone is calling for my attention and look up to see Alec standing there with a towel around his waist and a concerned look on his face. “What happened? Is everything alright?” He asks in concern. “I have to leave,” I say flatly as I walk to the bedroom and grab my suitcase and start packing as I place the envelope on the bed. Alec walks in a minute later, “Wait, what do you mean you have to leave? Like you have to go somewhere?” He asks in confusion. “No, as in I have to go home,” I tell him as I continue to pack. He grabs my suitcase and yanks it away from me, “Just stop and tell me what’s going on,” he demands. “I have to go home and see my parents and take care of some things.” “When will you be back?” He asks sadly. “I might not come back,” I say bluntly. “So you’re just going to up and leave just like that? You look like you can’t get out of here fast enough,” he says angrily. Wow, he’s really upset. He’s also overreacting, and I can’t suppress my eye
After a long, tedious, and uncomfortably silent flight, the jet finally lands home. Marcel doesn’t hesitate to grab the bags and exit the jet to put them in the car while I try to wake Alec up. Alec didn’t bombard me with his usual never-ending list of questions during the flight, which was a good thing, as it gave me time to think and mentally prepare. After I told him everything about The Tournament he became extremely quiet and eventually fell asleep, which gave Marcel and me plenty of time to discuss what to do moving forward. “Alec?” I softly call, giving him a slight shake to jostle him awake. He awakes with a start, instinctively wrapping his hand around my throat in a vice-like grip, his eyes looking frantic as they search for a threat. Not the reaction I was expecting, but pretty reasonable given I did stalk and abduct him with plans to kill him. Plans I haven’t given up on just yet. Recognition dawns in his eyes and he’s quick to release my throat from his grasp. I rub and