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
"Oh! What's Fallon doing here?"I slurred awake with the noise and was greeted with Niamh's face. She leaned into me and winced, "Did you drink?""Hmm?"She sniffed and gasped. "You did! Don't tell me you slept with my daughter while drunk?"Daughter? I looked around with a frown.Suddenly, I was reminded of last night's events. Huh. I did have a Smirnoff last night, and Niamh's daughter did ask me to sleep with her. I sat up and cleansed sleep off my eyes."Where were you last night? Noire was scared and asked me to sleep with her."Niamh climbed the bed to caress Noire's sleeping face. "We were doing... something."Frowning, I asked, "What? Is it something I'm not supposed to know again?""N-No... I mean-" She denied, avoiding my eyes. "We were directly ordered by the boss to keep it confidential. Sorry, Fall."They're still secretive from me and I've been noticing how careful Niamh speaks to me compared to when she speaks with the others. She may be the closest to me in this house,
Jett's hands were all over me like my lips were all over his. I couldn't think straight because of the liquor I know, and it's frustrating. The frustration was surely channelled in my kisses and he noticed because he pulled away.Dazed, he said, "Am I a bad kisser?"I immediately shook my head. He was a wonderful kisser. I didn't know if I meant that sincerely or if I had just been touch-deprived for so long. But what I know, is that the butterflies in my stomach are going wild. He made them go crazy with his touch and needy for his kisses.I pulled him in without another word. I was already catching my break after the intense make-out session, but the screw in my head was too loose to stop now. And so I gripped his buttons with so much thirst that even I surprised myself.Did I deprive myself of pleasure this much? I couldn't help but wonder."I didn't know the shy Fallon would have such an aggressive side."I groaned. "Shut up, you speak too much."My remark earned a grin on his fac
JettI stared at her blazing raven eyes. Eyes that were supposed to be hidden by the dark glowed brightly instead as if glinting with mischievousness.Gone was the innocent, ignorant, and naive Fallon I knew and owned. This was not the first time I saw her after the night of the party, but this was her first time seeing me again. For the past week, I drowned myself with liquor—my mind heavily influenced by the discussion I had with my close subordinates.Aster, Ross, and Alliah asked for an audience the following day after the party. My bodyguard, my right-hand man, and my secretary came in together and took a seat in my office. Their purpose was shocking.They voiced out their suspicions about sweet little Fallon.At first, I was enraged because I felt ridiculed. I felt like my decision was being questioned by my three trusted people. But they pushed even further."I observed her last night, dude. I hope you don't hold this against me, but those with the most perfect poise and attitu