"Kneel.""Mhmm, just like that."He grasped a handful of my hair and tightly gripped it as I felt him twitching inside my mouth. He released shortly after my skillful maneuvering, and I panted when he pulled himself out. He was panting like me, and his hands cupped my chin.Looking down at my kneeling figure, his droopy eyes blinked as he smirked, "You're learning. Keep it up."When I remained silent, he urged me to answer. I mumbled, "Thank you, master."I rose from the cold bed, catching my breath. My hands went to my throat, which felt full just a moment ago, and looked around. I'm in the same room, but the lights are off and I'm...alone.My eyes widened. What was that?! Did I just dream of us?!Why?!If I remember correctly, that was on our third day. Why did I dream of that so suddenly, and even after so many days have passed?To take my mind off that steamy dream, I washed in the bathroom and prepared for today's formal party. It's been a few weeks since I started snooping aroun
My eyes remained glued to him. It was hard to look away. Especially when spicy memories of our week-long honeymoon returned to my mind after seeing him.The guests flocked to him as soon as he reached the bottom of the stairs. He instantly became preoccupied, and I took my time sipping my cocktail.“He’s an eyecatcher, really,” Rory remarked. I forgot she was still with me. She was also watching the jerk and noticed the crowd that was formed around him.I only smiled shyly.A lady neared him and snaked her arm in his. She looked up at him and smiled seductively.My lips pursed and my smile slowly vanished. I quietly observed the unfolding scene from the bar counter.She said something and he replied, widening her smile. The crowd surrounding them slowly dispersed when they noticed his full attention on her.“Is that his wife?”“What? The rumored prostitute?”“Idiot. That’s Noah Reine, a model. How could she be a prostitute?”“Then are the rumors wrong?”So, they thought I was a prosti
Jett"I'm sorry, Jett." Our family lawyer surrendered and sighed. "You know the madam's last will cannot be revoked. It's a genuine and notarized will. My power is limited in this situation."I gritted my teeth. "But it's an absurd will! How the hell is that kind of will even be allowed?"He only shook his head again. Mama's last will is unbelievably ridiculous. I can't believe she didn't tell me about this when she was still alive. I needed to be wed for a year first before being able to claim her assets. Bullshit!And this was approved by American law? Another bullshit!Grunting, I mumbled, "American law is hilarious."When I consulted Old Barry about it, he only laughed and said, "Well, you should go on and find a wife.""What? I'm saying I need suggestions on how to get the fortune without doing the will!" Then I paused and studied his face. Puzzled, I asked, "You're not in on this too, right?"He chewed his grapes slowly. "I was one of the witnesses of the madam's last will.""Ah
I punished myself by overworking and stressing over the pile of workload. It was a good respite for a few weeks. But the days went by agonizingly slow. I felt like such a different man after Fallon came into my life.I hated the change so much that I started blaming her.My past women didn't keep me up all night thinking about them. I was only there for the pleasure, and so were they. But with my wife, her sweating face and hair sprawled on the bed kept me awake all night.I was becoming a stranger to myself. I didn't know what I was feeling. And I feared the unknown the most.I felt like that week with her was the best week of my life. And I didn't even know what a 'best' week felt like before that."I don't understand what I'm feeling, and it scares me," I mumbled, half drunk."Do you like the young madam, Jett?"When I ran to Old Barry one night asking for help, I didn't understand his advice."I don't...I don't know.""Well, you don't feel hostility or dislike towards her, don't y
JettShe has been asleep for three days straight.The news of her kidnapping alarmed the guests of the casino that day and they kept annoying me for updates. I had to stay at the casino to settle the situation for those days that she was asleep and I felt gut-wrenching that I couldn't look over her personally.The workload piled more than before. It was keeping me in that office.For days, I holed up in that room again. I could only visit her late at night when I would see her in a slightly different position than last night's. That night's events traumatized her and exhausted her body, I thought.On the fourth day, I visited one of our ports for underground business. I had a ship full of traded goods arriving today, but I was informed that they were late for over an hour. I figured to personally check up on the situation, to find an excuse to leave the office for a moment."What did the pilot say?" I put my hands on my waist as I stood by the pier, awaiting the cargo ship. An umbrell
FallonThe next day, I was visited by Rory.I woke up late and was only informed of her arrival after I showered. I was still worn out from sneaking out yesterday and using a private plane to get to the Long Beach port and back.I received Leo's message on the Elite Ai that relayed HQ's orders to intercept an arriving cargo ship that closed a deal with Rios Mafia. It was a high-profile side-task which is why I met with other field agents in the private plane, and we invaded the ship.I remember I was almost caught by Jett, too.My colleagues had to finish up the task by collecting evidence and then I had to go back by plane to the mansion, which took me over an hour. I was faster than Jett, who had to drive for over four hours.And now, I must entertain an uninvited guest. Sighing, I descended the stairs wearing a simple black cropped shirt and white shorts, courtesy of Linda."Fallon!" Squealed Rory as soon as she saw me from the stairs. I plastered a smile on my face as I neared her
I wore the red dress freshly bought just earlier that day, as well as a small body bag. I sneaked back in and out of the mansion, with only Linda knowing my whereabouts. Now, I'm back inside Rory's Mazda and we're on our way to the notorious nightclub where the street deals mostly occur. These are more small-scale, informal trades in between accomplices of the Rios' and other "businessmen"."Well, there's no backing off now," Rory said as we stopped in front of the club. I nodded, trying to hide my excitement.I glanced at her.Sorry, Rory, you'll be alone most of the time tonight. I hope you keep yourself safe.As we entered, the club was already in full swing. Night has fallen and I see suspicious people everywhere I look. This place is undoubtedly the one in Fox's description. I asked him to dig into this club and he found out nasty stuff, and my side task tonight is to gather concrete evidence for those.We won't be raiding this place soon enough, though. If I do, they'll be suspi
I returned to the mansion at nearly midnight as if nothing happened.My eyes found Rory half-asleep at one of the tables, alone, and I felt slightly bad for leaving her. I dragged her back to the mansion and lent her one of the guest rooms before I texted her husband and he came to pick her up."Sorry for this, Fallon," Krieg apologized, his sleeping wife in his arms, "She's a very light drinker. Beats me how you managed to convince her to drink with you two, alone."Krieg was a light-hearted and bubbly man, like Rory. He was cool about it but did mutter a punishment before leaving. I chose not to dwell on it too much and climbed to my room, eager to send my first intel to HQ after starting this mission. I'd rather finish this as soon as I can, seeing how things are becoming more personal—especially with him.On my way to my room, I met Noire wandering around in one of the hallways. Noire was Ross and Niamh's 5-year-old child, and to see the little girl walking around alone is rare si