Gigi's Training
Gigi was startled awake by a soft knock on her door. She was wasted last night. She and JD had really thrown back a lot of drinks. "Who the hell is it? It's way too early to be bothering me," she grumbled. It was only four in the morning. Gigi scratched her head as she dragged herself out of bed. When she opened the door, she was greeted by an obviously impatient JD, arms crossed over his chest and glaring at her. "What's your problem? It's freaking early. What do you want?" Gigi snapped irritably. She was seriously sleep-deprived since they'd gotten home just before dawn. The jerk could apparently drink like a fish without getting drunk. She was the only one who'd gotten hammered last night. "What do you mean 'what'? It's your first day of training. Don't tell me I'll always have to be the one dragging you out of bed?" "What training are you talkinGigi smiled coyly at Mr. Ivanov. She accepted the glass he handed to her. "You're a very lovely woman." He raised his glass. The old man's eyes were full of desire as he scanned Gigi from head to toe. "Thank you, Mr. Ivanov." Gigi smirked as she lifted her glass for a toast. The old man eagerly watched as Gigi sipped the wine. The mischievous glint in his eyes flickered the moment Gigi's lips touched the glass. He grinned widely, extremely pleased with himself. From the corner of her eye, Gigi could see this, and she couldn't help but smirk herself. Earlier, when they had entered his office, she had immediately surveyed the entire room. She memorized every corner. "Remember to never lose focus," she heard JD say in her earpiece. Someone knocked on the office door before it opened. One of his bodyguards entered carrying a dress. "Finally. You can go now and don't bother us," he di
With all the confidence she had, Gigi walked through the crowd with her head held high. She was used to these kinds of gatherings. Being an escort, she had been exposed to different social events. Gigi could feel eyes following her every move. She smirked inside as she made her way to where Mr. Ivanov stood. He was happily chatting with a businessman. If you looked at him carefully, you'd never know what a devil this old man really was. He had an island where he raped kidnapped teenagers, boys and girls—he didn't care, as long as they were young. Gigi smiled at a waiter and took a glass of champagne. She continued walking until she was close to where Ivanov was standing. When she was nearby, she saw JD standing behind another waiter who was coming her way. He smirked as he intentionally pushed the waiter. A sharp scream and the sound of breaking glasses echoed throughout the room. "Oh, my gosh! My dress!" Gigi shrieked dram
"What the f*ck are you doing here?" Fabian had just gotten out of the bathroom when he saw Vira lying seductively on his bed. She was lying on her side, her head propped up by her left arm. Vira wore a sheer purple nightgown that made the outlines of her body visible through the light fabric. She had deliberately chosen not to wear anything underneath so Fabian could see her body. She missed him so much. She was determined to steal him away from that Gigi woman. She was set on capturing his heart, attention, and his body. The woman smiled seductively at Fabian. Her lips were painted with blood-red lipstick. "Why am I not allowed inside my husband's room?" Her voice was low and sexy. Her smooth, cream-colored legs were exposed. Vira wanted Fabian to see that she was more beautiful than Gigi. It was a huge blow to her pride that since they'd gotten married, he hadn't touched her even once. Each d
Gigi fanned herself to calm her rapidly beating heart. She'd been restless for a while now. She kept pacing back and forth in the living room of JD's house in the metro. She knew it wasn't good to be nervous, especially since in just a few minutes she would be carrying out her first mission. She needed to do well on this mission or else JD would be disappointed with her. All she had to do was seduce an older man—that was simple enough for Gigi. She was still familiar with the art of seduction, but what made her nervous was that this man was evil. She wore a black scoop-back, glittery dress for the Annual Party of Siberia Finance Inc. It was one of the leading investment companies in the country and in Europe. Their target for tonight was the CEO of the company, Mr. Alexandrie Ivanov. The party was being held at his mansion, and they needed to get something valuable that would incriminate him. The Russian businessman was
Fabian felt his muscles trembling. His heart wouldn't calm down, and his lungs felt like they could explode any second. All kinds of emotions were attacking him. Thousands of questions flooded his mind, but they all remained unanswered. He couldn't settle down until the investigation produced results. He couldn't wait anymore—he had to know what happened to Gigi. He needed answers as soon as possible. Why was the necklace he gave Gigi in that place? What happened to her? Who were those burned bodies found in the building? He had a bad feeling about this. Had someone tried to hurt his Gigi? Was she one of those charred bodies? "Oh God. Please, no..." Fabian whispered. He rubbed his face with his palms. He couldn't accept it. His Gigi wasn't one of those bodies. She was just hiding because she was mad at him. Yes, that's it—they weren't on good terms when they separated, maybe she
"It's funny how people strive for money thinking that it would fill all the voids in their lives. They kill for money. They fight just to have money, and they tend to disregard things that are way more important than money. Fabian looked at his reflection in the mirror as he fixed his tie. His forehead was creased with frustration while adjusting it. He'd been doing this for ages, but for some reason, he was having a hard time today. Irritation started to bubble inside him as he couldn't make it look right. "Damn it!" he cursed quietly when he still couldn't fix it properly. He was running late for the event, and here he was in his room, trying to fix a damn tie. "Here, let me," said Vira, who suddenly entered Fabian's room. Yes, they were married but didn't share the same room. He had made that clear to her before signing their marriage contract. For Fabian, there was no reason for them to share a room when they didn't sha
Gigi's Training Gigi was startled awake by a soft knock on her door. She was wasted last night. She and JD had really thrown back a lot of drinks. "Who the hell is it? It's way too early to be bothering me," she grumbled. It was only four in the morning. Gigi scratched her head as she dragged herself out of bed. When she opened the door, she was greeted by an obviously impatient JD, arms crossed over his chest and glaring at her. "What's your problem? It's freaking early. What do you want?" Gigi snapped irritably. She was seriously sleep-deprived since they'd gotten home just before dawn. The jerk could apparently drink like a fish without getting drunk. She was the only one who'd gotten hammered last night. "What do you mean 'what'? It's your first day of training. Don't tell me I'll always have to be the one dragging you out of bed?" "What training are you talkin
It was dark and smoky. That’s what greeted Gigi when they walked into the only beerhouse in the town. “Beer and Grilled,” that’s the name of the beerhouse. It was the only place like this in town, so it was always packed, especially when big fishing boats docked. Gigi wasn’t unfamiliar with scenes like this; she grew up in a world of alcohol and prostitution. The only difference was the customers. Back in Hype, the clientele were mostly rich people, while here, it was the fishermen and ordinary folks from the town. JD ordered two beers for them and also got a plate of assorted grilled items. The tables were almost full, and laughter filled the air as patrons drank and joked around. JD chose a spot away from the crowd, a secluded area far from the noise. They sat facing each other. "Do you come here often?" Gigi asked him. While waiting for their drinks, JD pulled out a cigarette from his pack,
Anton and JD had come to pick her up several times now. Gigi was genuinely grateful—she never imagined that people who barely knew her would go out of their way just to help. But they did, and that meant a lot. Every time Aling Ida smiled at her, it reminded Gigi of her late mother. They had the same warm, gentle smile. And God, she missed her mom so much. The pain was still raw, but she knew she had to stay strong. She had to—if she ever wanted to get justice for them. She had also grown used to seeing Anton and JD waiting outside for her. It became something she secretly looked forward to. At first, she was shy around them. But now? Now, she found herself hoping they’d be there—especially JD. But that night, Anton wasn’t around. When Gigi stepped out, only JD was there, standing alone. She stopped in her tracks when she saw him—alone, like always, leaning casually against the wall with a cigarette between his l