Semua Bab Daddy's little agent: Bab 1 - Bab 10

I should not have drank so much last night. I’m not the only one who feels that way, Zachary and the guys have their heads hanging in their hands, Rhodes has thrown up twice in the last thirty minutes, and every time the strobing lights passed through my eyelids the urge to hurl something at the wall increases.Which is every second by the way. Since we’re at the Playground.None of us had bothered to read the part of our envelopes that asked us to be here bright and early this morning. I imagine the guys were all disoriented when we got the call and the not so subtle threat that we have replacements at the door, waiting for our opportunities. “We really shouldn’t have had that last round.” Lawrence whispers harshly, head bowed.His voice sounds like it’s booming in my ears even if he’s speaking in a register that’s barely audible. My hang over is worse.A shiver runs down my spine at the thought of last night. Most of it pleasured shivers. The hot hands on my legs… the deep grave

The bus nearly leaving without me this morning is a clear sign that I need to cut back on alcohol and throw tantrums in more constructive ways… like crocheting, or knitting, or even bringing my neighbors pie in an attempt to have human connection. Or at the very least, get laid.That must be it.Why else would I be dreaming up literal hot men kneading my flesh and making me needy? “You ready for the first day?” Lawrence asks, jostling me with his shoulders, a bright smile on his face. I groan.His smile is too bright, clearly not hung over and suffering. “Too much energy. No idea where you got it. Tone it down.”He laughs at me. The asshole.“Why did you drink so much anyway? You were the only one kicking back the shots.” Danny asks, wrinkling his nose like he was scared to catch alcoholism from me. I can’t tell them about my trainer ditching me on the first day, I don’t want them to look at me with down turned smiles and silently thank their lucky stars they didn’t end up with m

“No.”He looks up sharply, surprise flickering through his green eyes– if I want to win this thing, whatever it is, I have to stop noticing his eyes.But it’s right there..I square my shoulders, crossing my hands on my chest, whoever he thought I was, I’m not him. Going to school and training to be an agent was one of the most hellish experiences of my life. I didn’t go through all of that for a moody trainer to tell me to get out.“What?”The surprise I saw earlier has easily given way to something dangerous, barely contained. That should be my sign to pull back, take my words back, but I’ll be damned if let him treat me as he pleases."I usually also don’t repeat myself, but I’ll make an exception. Pay close attention.” The rage in his eyes starts to spill over, and if I had any sense in my head, I’d shut up, but honestly if I had any sense, I wouldn’t have kissed Perry Mathews back in high school, he wasn’t out and I swear he had been flirting with me for weeks– he said he was

Leslie’s words crawl up my spine, forcing me to swing my head both ways as I walked to the “bathroom”. Then I shake my head, clearing those thoughts away. Leslie was drunk, he had no idea what he was talking about.There’s no way Remy was always watching me, that is simply just impossible. He never even watched me when I was right in front of him, he wouldn’t give a shit if I wasn’t.I had discreetly watered down most of my shots from earlier for the mission, but it’s strong enough to make my steps a bit wobbly. But it has to be now or never, my friends are getting very plastered, some of them making their way to the dance floor. They would never notice that I disappeared.There are people everywhere but the crowd up here is thinner. The Playground is the only club that uses different class levels for the floors. To really drive home the point, the floors are accessed with bracelets. I press Leslie’s club bracelet I managed to swipe from him across the door leading me to the higher

He does not own me.That, hot motherfucker does NOT own me. I wish my tongue hadn’t chosen that exact moment to stop working, because he does not own ME. I could have told him that, looked smug while saying it too.Leslie and my friends bombarded me with question about where I had been, I had winced because I didn’t expect to use up so much time, and with the nervous energy burning through me, almost shooting out of my finger tips.I couldn’t even blame the booze, it was as if that evaporated out of me during the whole thing with him. My movements were jerky, but I was clear eyed. So I wouldn’t think about the reason for that, I threw back some more shots.At least when drunk out of my mind, I don’t have to question why my dick was so hard.Zach helped me home, both of us stumbling, tripping over both our feet, giggling as we went.The second I was alone in my room, I shredded off my clothes, palming my phone. I almost got caught tonight, but I did it, I have a piece of The Playgroun