She found her next target, although she wasn’t going to try and kill him; she wanted something more intimate. Her target was tall—far taller than her—with blonde hair and pale eyes, and he looked to be stoned out of his mind. He was sitting on the same chair that she had been sitting on when Roderick bought her the drink. He had a slight flush to his face and was trying hard to hide the raging boner he had.
“Did you take my drink?” she asked as she saw her drink in his hands. She hadn’t finished it but now it was empty. She was extremely worried about the man considering she didn’t exactly know what Roderick had put in it. Although her best guess was an aphrodisiac, he had probably intended to use it to keep her pliable. “Bad habit of mine,” The man chuckled, he offered his hand to her. She took it. “Name’s Frederick Taylor but you call me Fred. I’m sorry for what I did. Let me buy you a new one.” He was extremely charming and it might have been the aphrodisiac but Shawty was imagining the kind of things she would love to do with him. But that could lead to some serious problems. “No. I should get going. Good night,” She was about to leave when suddenly Frederick grabbed her hand. “What are you doing?” Her voice had taken a more dangerous edge to it. “You’re beautiful,” He simply said while letting his eyes run down her body, she blushed a little at the attention he was paying to her. "Have a drink with me. What’s your name?” “It’s Shawty.” “No last name?” She shook her head. Frederick chuckled and tried to suppress the large laugher that was coming out of his mouth. She looked at him with disgust. “I’m sorry but where I’m from, the United States, Shawty is kind of like slang and you don’t fit the definition.” “What do you mean?” she asked. She never really liked Americans, she always found them rude and abrasive but this one seemed very mellow. “For one, you aren’t that short.” He laughed. He stood up and began circling her slowly then he stayed behind her and placed his chin on her head while wrapping his hands around her, his inhibitions were weakened by aphrodisiac. Shawty, taken aback by all this was blushing furiously and tried to keep calm, it was maddening to her that despite all her training, her ability to keep calm under danger, this man was breaking through her defenses and making her nervous. “I’m sorry if I've been too handsy tonight,” He whispered into her ears. “Just that the moment I saw you. I couldn’t just-“ She disengaged from his grasp and kissed him on the lips. Surprised by her own audacity, she covered her lips in embarrassment. Frederick grinned, he liked the kiss. It’s just a drink. She told herself but even she had to admit that he was sexy, the way he looked at her, she wanted him right there and then. She hooked her hands around him and looked deep into his green orbs, they were like a painting drawing all attention into him. “Let’s go somewhere private,” She whispered into his ears. “Do you live around here?” “Not really. I’m only here for business but my hotel is close by.” She nodded and she let him lead the way. They exited the club. Her heart seemed to pound in her chest as they got into the cab, she wondered if she was making a mistake doing this. Her actions were being dictated by her feelings, a flaw she had tried to curb for a very long time. She was still excited but a sour thought developed in her mind. This would actually be her first time, she didn’t want to mess up. “Got a wife,” She asked as the cab sped off. “I don’t want any trouble.” She had noticed he didn’t wear a ring but that didn’t mean much. Rings could be removed. “Not really,” He joked. “But my secretary fills that role quite nicely. She’s great but sometimes-“ “She nags you. Just like a wife.” Shawty suggested, she relaxed into the seat, her gaze fixated on the man. “What about a girlfriend?” “umm-“ he hesitated for a few moments. “Not anymore.” Shawty sighed, she knew there was more to this story but she wouldn’t press for further information, if all went along properly, she probably wouldn’t see him ever again. The man she worked for had a rule against forming relationships but that didn’t mean she couldn’t fool a little. At least just this once. The cab dropped them at his hotel, it was reminiscent of a castle, with golden lights that illuminate the night, with fountains that sprayed water several feet into the air. “Oh my God. How much does a night cost here,” She said, her eyes glittering with wonder and surprise. “What do you do?” “Stick around after the night and I might just tell you.” He said with a wink. He hooked his arm around hers and they walked into the hotel. “Mr. Taylor I didn’t think you would be back so soon,” The receptionist said, looking at the beautiful girl whose hands were wrapped in Frederick. “And with a guest.” “Came as a shock to me too. Can you have room service to send up some drinks?” “Of course sir.” The receptionist handed him his key card. “You stay in the suite?” Shawty asked in amazement. She had been expecting a single room. “Well on long business trips like these, I like to be at least comfortable.” He explained. “You can freshen up in the bathroom-“ Drinks had arrived and without wasting time, they proceeded to get roaring drunk. .“I’ll shower later,” She said as she began kissing him, their tongues playing against one another, each seeking dominance against the others. They stopped to catch their breath. “This is just for tonight. I have to be somewhere tomorrow morning.”“So do I,” Frederick admitted, as he looked at his watch. “We have 4 hours left until morning, let’s make it count.”He held her and looked straight into her eyes and one again she felt like she could drown in the look of those eyes on her. She shuddered, having spent too long looking at him and wondering what was below his belt. Her eyes drift back up and she wonders how she was to deal with what has been aroused in her, literally in the blink of an eye.“What now?” she asked nervously.“What?” He laughed. “Is this your first time?”“No.” She said, although she wasn’t very convincing.“Then let's make tonight memorable for the both of us.” His breath was against her ear and on her face and she shivered in aberrant longing for him, her feeling
“Take me to Hawkthorne academy.” She demanded, she even tossed extra money at the driver, suppressing any further protests. He reversed the cab and entered another street. They were driving farther and farther away from the city.“If you wait here. I’ll give you an extra 100 pounds.” She said as she closed the door, the driver nodded his head and rolled up the windows, keeping the heater on.The boarding school she was walking towards was a beehive of activity, they were having a football game, she stood behind the benches hoping to catch a glimpse of her sister and there she was dribbling past her opponents and towards the goal post. She was the reason Shawty had taken up this deadly trade.Emily Shelliot was like a sister to her , they had been friends raised in the same orphanage until they were separated, the adopters had only wanted a child, months later her uncle found her and took her to his home. Until she ran into Emily again, beaten and bruised on the street by her adopted fa
“Next time,” She said. “Why was he here?” She continued, she knew she had to stay on topic and insist her boss answered. He deliberately left questions unanswered or answered with half truths and would deflect if not pressured to answer.“He wanted a bodyguard.”She shook her head. “Why was he really here?”“When you met at the club. What happened afterwards.”“We went.. To his hotel and-“ She tried to stay calm as she narrated her story. “But I told him it was just a one night stand.”“On any given day, I would have chastised for this inappropriate behavior but I think this would actually make our job easier.”Shawty cocked her eyebrows, expecting an answer.“Your one night stand is about buying into a Russian oil and gas company. If he succeeds, he will be drilling in a multitude of oil rich regions.”Shawty eyes widened in surprise as she realized this was the appointment he had been talking about.“Now our client is a Russian oligarch who wants that company but doesn’t have enough
She wanted to laugh at his corny lines but she decided it was better to keep shut. She was slightly charmed by her words.“You’re delusional.” She said simply.“Perhaps but I choose to use this opportunity to get to know you better.”“And?”“Whatever happens will happen,” He said with a simple shrug, he flagged down a cab. It parked near them and he got into it. “I need to get back to my hotel. Got an important memo I need to send to my company.”“Alright then.”“Hold on,” He told the cabdriver. Then he turned to face Shawty with a radiant smile. “Can I get your number? There are many things we have to go over.”She nodded his head and gave him a burner phone number, she would have to find another alternative way to speak with him.“Thanks. See you soon” The cab sped off, leaving Shawty alone. She watched the cab drive off with the eccentric billionaire.“Idiot,” She muttered. “You’re so close to death and you don’t even realize it.”When she turned on the lights of her mostly empty ap
Held in her grasp was the man who had started becoming quite the headache for Shawty.His green eyes stared at her as though they were piercing through her very slowly.“You passed. I’m impressed,"he said. “Now can you let go. I can’t really breathe with your hand on my neck.”She released him and returned the fork he stole from the diner back into her pocket. She watched with apathy as he rubbed his throat, trying to soothe it.“Explain now.” She demanded.“I was trying to test your skills. Wanted to be sure you were alert and ready.”“That wasn’t very hard. You were very obvious with your spying.” Shawty said she wanted to slap him and call him an idiot. If it had been anyone else, another assassin who was playing her role as his bodyguard, chances are they would have killed him without hesitation.“I’m hurt. I thought all the spy movies I watched as a kid would come in handy.” He said with a twinkle in his eye. He was a bit she had to admit.“So who was the kid? Your brother?” He as
There was a slight hesitation from Shawty’s end, Frederick could hear her breath, the same breath that had turned him on last night. It was shocking that it had been barely a day and he had so many surprises and excitement.“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” she finally said.“Positive. Also could you come over to the hotel for dinner. You won’t regret it.”“I’ll think about it.” She cut the call.Frederick dropped his phone on the bed, he used the hotel phone to start making plans.What are you doing? This was a perfect opportunity to kill him.She debated that with herself inwardly as she walked home. She wondered why she hadn’t totally agreed to it. A simple date with him, especially one that was private would have made it easier for her to kill him. She could have asked him to walk her home afterwards while he, not minding the distance, would have agreed to and then she could have easily killed him with her poisoned lipstick.“I have to do it.” She told herself.She scrolled throug
The next morning, Shawty woke up to the sunrise sneaking to her view from her hotel window. Waking up today wasn’t horrible as usual but she was horribly jet lagged and needed a bit more rest. Frederick had offered to let her stay in his suite with him but she refused. She needed to start making boundaries. It would make it easier when it was time to kill him. She got up groggily, scratching her back with a groan. She was tired from the journey but she had work to do. Her phone beeped and she glanced at it. It was a call from Frederick. She was now officially his bodyguard so she couldn’t ignore him anymore. “Good morning, gorgeous,” he said from the other side. He was buttoning up his white shirt and getting ready for the day. “Why are you calling so early?” She deadpanned. It was just 6 in the morning. She wiped her face and entered the bathroom to start cleaning up.“Well, I sent you a copy of the schedule last night but you seemed too tired to open it,” he laughed as he buttoned
“I knew you were a bottom dweller but this just cemente it,” Shawty taunted. “Heinrich.”In the same toilet with her was a bald man of Germanic heritage, from his strong hawkish nose to his blue eyes, he was twirling a blade in between his fingers. Heinrich was also a hired assassin for Zerodyne. He was despised as a real sadist for his penchant on the use of knives. “I saw you when I boarded the plane. I figured Leonard wanted to talk to me. Following standard procedure, I knew you would be here.”“You took too long.” Heinrich said, as he used the knife to file his nails.“I could have ignored you or cut your tail since we entered the airport, throughout the flight or even the hotel. Now talk. Did Leonard send you?”“He did. I was already heading to America to complete a job. He told me to watch out for you.” He said simply, still twirling his knife, he moved closer to her till they were just breaths apart.“What does he want to know?”It was at this moment that he slammed the knife