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 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

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

“Are you a virgin?” Russo asked me suddenly during a ride home, and I was flustered. We were coming from what he termed a drive through the city for fresh air, and I was mostly distracted. We were dressed casually, and his face was hidden behind a sunglass. He was holding my hands all through, and I couldn’t help the illicit thoughts my mind was making up. My eyes darted to the partition, and I wondered if the driver could hear him asking me the questions I would term inappropriate. The last time we had been together, he was only able to eat me out before he was pulled away for essential duties. This man usually confuses me; one day, he acts like I’m an enemy on his soil, and the next, he acts like I’m a vital part of his life. “Don’t worry, he can’t hear us.” He replied with a smirk, and I scoffed. I was far from being a virgin, but sex wasn’t something I enjoyed that much, especially with Mike. Sex for me used to be a chore, one that I did mainly just to avoid issues with Mike. N

I had no idea how to tell Russo that I wasn’t equipped to deal with him this morning. Watching him o the edge of my bed was doing things to me, everything I spent last night and this morning reminding myself of just flew out of the window. If anything, my attraction to Russo was still raging. “You’re running Alissa, even a blind man can see that.” He sighed and I went round to stand in his front. I needed him to believe that he has no power over me and I wasn’t running from him. I wasn’t scared of anything and I wasn’t scared that I might be too attached. Maybe tell him about how scared I am about him finding out that he’s frolicking with his worst enemy. “I’m not running, I’m feeling too sick and I didn’t want to bother anyone.” I replied softly and it sounded more like I was trying to convince myself instead of telling Russo. There was no way I’d be able to eat with this man sitting in my room and watching every move I make with an eagle eye. “Telling me you’re sick doesn’t mean