CHAPTER 7• New York!

She didn’t trust Jose—he smiled too much. And when the phone in his hand buzzed for the third time that morning, her stomach dropped.

“It’s Mr. Rizzo,” Jose said, handing it to her.

"Hello, Sir," Abigail called as she turned her back to Jose, her gaze fixed on the kitchen.

"How was your first day with Blake Knight?“

"Seems like you want to receive every detail about my day-to-day activities," Abigail replied.

"Just answer me, girl. Remember who flew your broke ass to New York.”

Abigail’s jaw tightened. She hated that voice—cold, commanding like she was a toy on a leash. But she kept her tone even. "It went normal..."

"He didn't show any interest in you yet?"

"Yeah. It's a gradual process you know... Besides, I heard he has a wife. Who knows if he wouldn't be willing to cheat on his wife yet." Abigail explained. "What else would be the reason for Blake Knight having no history of sleeping with any strippers." She mumbled.

Or maybe he liked control too much. Maybe he enjoyed watching without touching—until he couldn’t help himself.

"Does he look like someone who would love a woman?" Rizzo asked scornfully and Abigail rolled her eyeballs at the imaginary image of the man. Although, he was making sense. Blake Knight does not look like the kind of person who is ready to devote himself to anyone. A loyal husband wouldn't be visiting LUST almost every weekend.

"Make sure you get him to have an interest in you to take you to bed," Rizzo added in.

"And after that?" Abigail asked. "I need to know other details, if I would still be dealing with Blake Knight after fucking him."

"Give the phone to Jose." He commanded ignoring her request.

"Really?" Abigail scoffed. "Looks like someone is forgetting that I'm the main option in trapping Blake Knight. And if I don't know much about my mission how do you want me to act so the target wouldn't be suspicious of me?" She stated in one breath.

"See Abby. It's a step-by-step plan. Once you get the advantage of sleeping with Blake Knight, you'll know about the other plan; we can't risk exposing all our plans to you yet. Now give the fucking phone to Jose." Mr. Rizzo commanded.

"The hell." Abigail cussed under her breath as she handed the phone back to Jose, who was behind her.

"Hello. Boss." Jose called as soon as he put the phone to his ear.

Abigail walked out of the living room to her bedroom while Jose spoke to his boss maybe getting instructions on making sure to continue to keep an eye on her.

Abigail shut her bedroom door and walked over to her plush bed, where she took her phone and scrolled over to the Internet.

Then, with the thought of Blake Knight, she would want to research him, but knowing more about him would do no good. Rizzo had instructed her that when she flew to New York.

She should act dumb at knowing too much about him, as Blake Knight would find it suspicious if she knew too much about him, especially about his wife. Ursula.

Damn, she's a pretty woman. Abigail said to herself while gazing at Ursula's photos. Ursula was Spanish before getting married to Blake Knight and moving to America fully.

But how did they get married? Abigail wondered, hoping to see an interview about that, but nothing showed up, not even some wedding photos.

"Abigail," Jose called and Abigail turned her attention to him.

"It's Sunday. Mr. Rizzo said you are free to go wherever you want today. But I'll be escorting you." Jose informed.

"That's very thoughtful of him," Abigail said with a small smile. This will be her first daylight in New York. "I've been stuck here since my arrival that I don't even know anywhere... Let's go for some shopping first." She suggested.

"I'll get the car ready," Jose said as he walked away.

"Ah... Finally, I'll be exploring New York." Abigail breathed out as she walked into her closet, selecting a purse to carry.

Abigail walked out of her bedroom and to the roadside where the car was waiting for her.

Jose was already in the driver's seat. She sat beside him in the car, and he glanced at her with a questioning look etched on his blue eyeballs.

"It's better I sit here, for a better vision of New York, of course." Abigail clarified as she fastened her seatbelt.

Jose began driving while Abigail gazed around the city. For the very first time that she arrived in New York, they were passing through a road, unlike the regular bridge that led to Lust, which she was tired of seeing.

Tall buildings and skyscrapers were the iconic landmarks of New York, with people and passersby going about their daily business.

"Did Mr. Rizzo tell you about the party on Wednesday?" Jose began a conversation as he stopped at the traffic light sign.

"Party? You mean aside Lust club there's a party I would be attending?" Abigail asked.

"Yeah."

"Wow." She made a small smile. "That's interesting."

"It's not anyhow party though." Jose continued to drive after the green light turned on. "It's part of the plan to get you closer to Blake Knight," Jose explained, glancing at Abigail, whose gaze was on him.

"Argh... Blake Knight." She grunted tiredly. She better start to get used to hearing her target's name. "So I’m just bait now?" Abigail muttered, folding her arms. "Tossed into some rich-boy party hoping he takes the hook?" She glanced at him. "Would I be sleeping with him that night after maybe someone spiked his drink?"

"As Mr. Rizzo had informed us, we shouldn't be in a rush. It will complicate things if we dare rush things."

Abigail looked away from Jose for a brief second; for a moment, he sounded like one who was the boss instead. She rolled her eyes at the thought.

"So what's the essence of the party?" Abigail asked.

"Nothing. You're just there to party while pretending not to know who Blake Knight is... He needs to see that you're just an ordinary lady who doesn't care about status and only does stripping just for the sake of fun." Jose stated, halting the car.

"You sure know a lot." Abby complimented.

"Thank you. I've been trained ahead of this mission." Jose answered. "We are here. You should pick a dress that you'd like to wear for the party." He added in and Abigail glanced at the big building.

Oh, the popular boutique owned by Theresa Harlin. Abigail thought as she alighted from the car.

"Can I buy a dress and waybill for my sister? You won't tell Mr. Rizzo will you?" Abigail asked as she walked into the boutique with Jose.

"If it doesn't cause us trouble," Jose answered.

"You're welcome to Fashion Palace." The receptionist greeted them as soon as they stepped into the boutique.

Abigail’s heels clicked on the tiled floor as she scanned the boutique—until she saw her.

For a second, she thought it was just someone stylish. Then her breath caught. "Wait, what?" She widened her eyes and Jose turned to gaze at what caught her attention. "Isn't that Blake Knight's wife?" Abigail whispered.

“Shit. Get back in the car. Now!"