A warm, golden light illuminated Russo's extravagant bedroom when the sunshine from the early morning peaked through the drapes. At the threshold, I uncomfortably kneeled, and a knot formed in the pit of my stomach. This was not the way that I had envisioned my morning going. Last night, after he kissed me, I quickly escaped his embrace by breaking the kiss and running away. I was confused as to why I did that, and I'm finding that my feelings of remorse are only growing stronger.Even to me, that seemed to have a rather odd quality, and now here I am with a proposition for peace. I really wish I could explain the reasoning behind why I'm doing this, but I can't. I'll be craving the man like I'm addicted to a drug, and then the next minute I'll be running away from him like he's the devil himself.Russo was sitting up in the middle of his humongous bed, looking at me with a mix of amusement and interest as the sheets were all tangled up about him. His unkempt appearance added to the r
I pretended that I was going to look for Russo or something else as I carefully made my way inside his room. I pretended that I was going to seek for him. In actuality, I was heading there to spy on them; I've been absent from the FBI for some time, and throughout that time I haven't provided any genuine intelligence that makes it appear as though I'm working.I was having trouble concentrating and was becoming far too distracted. I was trying to make up for that by putting myself in potentially dangerous situations in an effort to obtain reliable intelligence. I had the impression that Russo's room would at least offer me with a hint of what was going on.I crossed the hallway with self-assurance so that when he checked the surveillance footage on the CCTV, he would not find anything to be suspicious. It wasn't until I looked out my window and saw him and Romero together that I realized he was out with Romero.While he and Romero were gone, the atmosphere in this area became increasi
As I slipped out of his room, I couldn't help but wonder what he would make of my unexpected advances. Had he suspected that I was up to something? And would he find out the truth about my real intentions? No matter how I wanted to come off as not suspicious, I was doing a terrible job of not coming off as cynical. I needed to stand up and move away from the stupid guilt that attacked me whenever I wanted to get involved with Russo. This wasn’t just me stepping away from the line, and this was plain stupid. Hours passed, and I couldn't shake the feeling of restlessness that gnawed at me. I knew I had to finish what I had started to uncover the secrets hidden within that ledger. Russo had hidden it in his room and not his office for a reason, and I needed to know why. That ledger seemed like something that would answer most of my answers, and I wasn’t going to let it go like that. When Russo finally left for a business dinner meeting later in the evening, I seized the opportunity to
The walk back to my room was everything I didn’t think it would be. After the dinner, I was expecting Russo to take things a bit higher, but it seemed like he had made his decision regarding me. He wasn’t going to make a move on me again. He didn’t even look at me like he wanted me all through the dinner; the conversations were light, and nothing hinted at him wanting to sleep with me. I had no idea why the thought that someone did not want me again was getting me worked up. L should be grateful he was giving me a chance to leave easily when all of this was over; he was giving me a chance not to break my own vow even when my husband had broken his. I shouldn’t be so down bad for a man who just wants to sleep with me and nothing more. I blame the fact that I worked with him every time and the fact that he was irresistible. Maybe he could be my desperately needed distraction if I stopped running from him. I wasn’t even dressed for the dinner, but it was the best. I enjoyed every bit o
The next morning dawned with a sense of trepidation, like a storm looming on the horizon. As I approached the grand entrance to Russo's office, I couldn't shake the feeling that the calm before the storm had finally given way to chaos.I had spent most of the night thinking about the information Mitch had told me, I still find it hard to believe, but he has no reason to lie to me. After the first time I slept with Russo, the guilt of running my marriage kept on eating me up, and I didn’t realize that the other person had moved on as if nothing happened. Fuck Mike for real. I pushed open the big door and stepped inside, eyes scanning the dimly lit room. But before I could take another step, the door behind me swung shut with a soft thud, and I was pulled back into the shadows. Arms came around me instantly and I knew who it was, he didn’t come to my room last night, so I figured he would pull this kind of stunt with me. I gasped in surprise as strong arms wrapped around me, pressing
When an FBI SOS came in, they required a progress report, and Madea couldn't keep them off again. I was just going about my day like everyone else when the call came in. I had the distinct impression that it was high time for me to get rid of the copies of the files that I had made during my first stint working in Russo's office. Even if they might not amount to much, they were sufficient evidence in the eyes of my superiors. It's a hopeless cause to try to educate the majority of them on how challenging it is to maintain a cover story. My most valued possession at the time was the flash drive on which were stored the images that I had taken during my undercover investigation. It contained the evidence that may expose the secrets that Russo had been keeping and possibly bring down his empire. Knowing that my life depended on it, I had taken all of the necessary precautions to ensure that it remained secure.But when I woke up that morning, I was overcome with anxiety since I couldn't
My stomach began to turn as the phone rang in my ear, and I immediately felt sick to my stomach. I was rocked to my very core by the mysterious caller, and I thought that the carefully constructed facade I had been maintaining was about to fall apart. I was certain that now was the time when Russo would unearth the truth about my covert objectives, and I waited with bated breath for him to make the connection.On the other end of the line, though, I heard a voice that I was not familiar with speaking up. As I focused my attention on what was being said, my heart raced in my chest, and I found it difficult to keep my calm. Even though I am aware that it is not a member of the agency, I am unable to rid my heart of the feeling of dread that it provokes. The relationship of trust that I have established with Russo is extremely fragile at this point, and I do not plan to take it for granted. Russo, who had shown initiative by putting the call on speakerphone, urged me to carry on with th
The revelation that the man who had insulted me in the hallway was the same one who had shared my contact with the unknown caller left me in a state of bewilderment. Russo's revelation had shaken me to my core, and I couldn't help but wonder why he had chosen toopen me up to creeps.I turned to him, my voice trembling with curiosity and apprehension. "Why did he do it?" I asked, my gaze fixed on Russo's inscrutable expression.For a moment, Russo remained silent, his dark eyes locked onto mine as if he were searching for the right words. The air in the room seemed to thicken with tension, a palpable unease that hung between us.Finally, he spoke, his voice low and filled with uncertainty. "I don't know why he did it," Russo admitted his admission carrying a weight of confusion and frustration.I couldn't help but sense that there was more to the story than he was letting on. The man had done so for a reason, and I couldn't dismiss the notion that Russo might be hiding something.The a