The CEO Fierce Bodyguard

                                                                                                           ***Lilith POV***

They say nothing happens by coincidence and I believe that. When I was born my dear old mother took one look at me and decided to name me, “Lilith.”

I know it sounds cute and feminine, but once I discovered the dark meaning of Lilith, it was pretty clear that it wasn't a mistake that my darling mother decided to give me a name that has deep associations with servitude, chaos, retaliation, and downright evil.

I work for a secret organization named, “Night Owls,” and my job, well it's to get rid of messes on the street.

Don't get it twisted, I am not a garbage lady. Instead, I am an assassin, and right now, I'm standing in the lobby of an extremely luxurious hotel in Japan.

“Good evening, ma’am. How can I assist you?” A pretty receptionist with a strong aroma of perfume on her said to me.

Then I sweetly smiled at her and responded, “I already have room 303 book, all I need is the key card.”

I noticed her sizing me with her eyes when her gaze met with mine. Then she frowned and arrogantly said, “Your name.”

“Celine Ross,” I told her without losing my cool since I was used to people overlooking me because of my youthful appearance.

For a moment, she stared at me as though she could see through my lie, then her focus swayed towards her keyboard, and she began typing.

After a minute, she gazed back at me with an awkward smile on her lips as her face beam with embarrassment, and she said, “I am sorry ma’am for the delay. Here's your room key and have a nice stay.”

A smirked surface on my lips. Then I slowly took the key card from her hand while coldly staring her in her eyes and replied with a gentle “thank you.”

The look of disbelief on her face was a pleasant sight to behold.  However, when I turned around to leave, I heard her mumble, “She's so young. How can she afford to stay in such a place.”

I have heard those words countless times so it didn't bother me. Instead, I keep on walking ahead. But when I got into the elevator, like always the staring began.

A bunch of folks kept gazing at me like I didn't belong on that elevator, and maybe on my own, I couldn't afford to rub elbows with these rich douchebags. But with my organization backing, the sky wasn't even close to the limit on my budget spending.

Everything that I own was provided for me by “Night Owls,” and in return, all I had to do was kill for them, which is a small price to pay since I was assassinating bad guys. 

I’m not saying that my organization and I are the good guys, well we are far from being one. What I mean is that we are all bad guys who're trying to get rid of each other, and my organization is excellent at that and so am I.

When the elevator came to a stop on floor thirteen, I walked out and headed down the hallway, keeping my eyes on the doors so that I wouldn't miss my room.

At last, the number 303 caught my attention. Then I pulled out my key card and unlocked the door.

Once I was inside, the first place I went was the closet, and when I opened it, I couldn't help but chuckle as I stared at my babies.

The planner made sure to have all my weapons in the hotel before I arrived to throw off any suspicion, and right now, I feel so grateful to him for handling my babies so well.

After taking one last look at my Heckler & Koch VP9, MP5DS, and Mk23, my gaze settled on my Fairbairn-sykes Fighting Knife, Sog SOG FIXED Blade, and United Cutlery Push Dagger. Then I headed into the bathroom and got naked before entering the shower.

I always like to feel clean before doing a dirty job, and tonight was going to be one of those missions where I have to do more than shooting a bullet into a man's head, so I want to look my best.

Just thinking about it had me feeling excited as I brushed my hand against my breast and slowly rubbed soap on my skin while the water beat against my wet body.

Once I was done with my bath, I went into the room and took out the outfit that the planner had placed inside the closet.

Afterward, I got dressed into it and walked over to the mirror. Then a smile surfaced on my face as I stared at how naive I look in a school uniform.

Just seeing myself in it reminded me about the days when I was actually innocent before the cruelty of life made me blossom into my true self.

When my eyes caught a glimpse of the time on the reflection of the wall clock in the mirror, I snapped out of my thoughts and headed back to the closet, grabbed a plain black backpack, and carefully placed my babies into it. Then I zipped the bag and threw it on one of my shoulders.

Afterward, I hurriedly wore my boots, then I walked out the door without putting on any makeup or jewelry.

The assignment that I was about to complete required me to look as innocent as possible because I was about to meet a disgusting predator who preys on naive high school girls.

Men like him are my favorite kind of mess that I like to get rid of since the world would be a tiny bit better without them.

A few minutes later, when I walked out of the hotel, an older fellow approached me with a car key in his hand and said, “The planner asked me to hand you this key.”

I looked at the black Ferrari, feeling excited. Then I accepted the key and walked over to my new baby.

She was absolutely gorgeous from the outside. But when I sat behind the steering wheel, it was clear that she was a beauty both inside and out, and she makes the perfect escape vehicle.

I turned on the gear and stepped on the accelerator. Then drove off at full speed, heading in the direction of “Sexy casino” with only one goal which is to get rid of a disgusting mess, and tonight felt like it would be one exciting night to remember.