Zakael let out a low grunt when I shoved him to his bed. “Aw!” He cried. My brows knitted as I eyed his curled-up body. So now he can talk? Is he playing with me? “Hey!” I slapped his foot dangling out at the edge of the bed. I saw him smile. “You bastard! You’re awake, and you made it hard for me to carry you here?” I hissed, beyond annoyed at how childish he acts when he’s either drunk or high. “I'm awake but I'm still dizzy.” He explained and sat up in his bed. He caressed his head and blinked. He let out a groan and frowned to himself. Is he just acting or what? I frowned. My eyes roamed around the room. The walls were high and painted darkly. His room was simple but manly; with a flat screen in front of the bed, a tall lamp, and a fluffy carpet. There’s also a black couch on the side and a door, surely that’s the bathroom. I opened his closet, and my eyes feasted on the shades of blue, white, and black clothing. Most of them are corporate clothes, so I just picked out whate

A groan vibrated from my pillow. I blinked before turning to my right side. My eyes widened. It wasn’t a pillow but Zakael’s stomach. I fell asleep beside him—on the carpet of his freaking living room. Wait, what exactly happened last night? I withdrew my gaze from Zakael and glanced over to the clock. My eyes narrowed when I remembered. Damn, we pretty much lazed around yesterday. It’s already morning, and the last thing I could remember was drinking wine with Zakael. Now, look at us sleeping on the carpet. I stood up immediately and decided to go outside for some fresh air. Opening the double door, I took a step outside and inhaled deeply. The cold morning breeze felt good in my lungs, especially with a mild hangover. My phone beeped inside the pocket of my oversized hoodie. A frown reached my dry lips. It was a text message from Miguela. The woman asked how my first day at work was just to annoy me. In the end, Miguela disappeared again. Bad habits really die hard for that woman

"Zakael," My eyes widened at his sudden approach. "What are you doing?" I asked, moving my face gently away from his touch. My hands were trapped behind me, holding the edge of the sink in case my knees gave up. I didn't like it, how troubled I am right now. "I'm not doing anything, Azalia." The sound of my name rolling out of his tongue was heavenly. It was my first time hearing him say my name, and it made my legs jelly. It must've been the alcohol. Zakael wasn't smiling playfully, as he normally does when his finger moved to the side of my face. Dark eyes looked at the little strands and slowly tucked them away from my face. "There," He paused, watching me intently. "Beautiful," Without meeting my gaze, Zakael gently pulled my chin up with his fingers, staring at my parted lips of the darkest red. It was as though something was whispering things to him; lean closer. Hence, his lips grew closer, painting a soft brush against my lips. It was slow and agonizing. They barely touche

I crossed my legs and waited in my seat. Sam was busy typing behind the monitor. I'm currently with Sam outside Zakael’s office, and it’s past lunchtime. “Why is the meeting taking so long?” I asked, calmly biting the inside of my cheeks. I may be calm on the outside, but I am one impatient woman. Sam chuckled, “He’ll be out shortly.” “You said that five minutes ago.” “He’ll be out shortly,” Sam repeated, smiling at how impatient I can be. I sighed and slouched in my seat. My gaze shifted to a white folder in my hand. This was the file of those Spaniards who attacked us at Clementine. It was given to me earlier when I dropped by the agency today. I wanted to ask Zakael about the file. Zakael's father, Zacharios Dela Priego, the current President of DPRE, mentioned something about a syndicate group with the name Asparago. That's the only clue the agency got so far. Asparago. Once the door of his office busted open, a tall man walked outside. He had long dark hair. His lips wore

I let out a deep sigh, leaning my elbows over the bar counter, lazily watching people coming inside and out of Clementine. I would usually drop my side jobs as soon as the agency hands me a new mission. Maybe it’s time for me to quit my job as a bartender. The only reason why I took the bartending job is because I liked doing it. However, babysitting a grown ass man can be a little time-consuming. The loud booming music inside the club wasn't enough to interrupt my train of thoughts. It's been days since Ruby handed me the side mission. Gaspar Zaragoza is a lot stupider than I thought for not being able to hide his location. Oh, well, no one can really hide from my badass friend, Deize Smith. The woman can track down anything. However, the bastard’s date of death hasn’t been decided yet. I'm waiting for the right time and the right place. I have to be fast, though; it's not supposed to take more than a week to execute side missions. At least not for the agency’s top agents. “Switch?”