All Chapters of Daddy's little agent: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

38 Chapters

DEPRIVATION

Of course I don’t run. Why would I? He’s not the boss of me. I just hurry. Nothing wrong with that. He’s giving up his free time to teach me, the least I could do was respect it.The address he’d given me was a residential area, with trees and the ocean in the back. It didn’t seem like the type of place he’d live, but he invited me to his home, that should mean something right? I don’t know what it says about my ability to agent if the prospect of seeing what his living space looks like is more exciting to me than checking my phone for the information I managed to glean out of The Playground.It doesn’t matter.If I find something really good on the phone, our partnership would end here, I wouldn’t be needing to train with him anymore, he won’t want to get into bed with an agent after that.Yes, I do want a piece of him. I can admit that much to myself now.Just one hit, get him out of my system.And the fact that he’s invited me to his home– an excited thrill runs through me at th

KILL ME, SAVE ME

A glance at the man still standing right where I left him, and he’s wiping his hands with a cloth, no flicker of remorse on his perfectly beautiful face. He even looks mildly annoyed as he wipes his hands.Something snaps in my chest and I stalk towards him, a growl on my lips.“You actually wanted to kill me.” It takes all my classes to remind me the consequences of punching him. It will escalate and cost me too much. But boy do I want to smash my fist into his face.I’d gotten into a few fist fights, after losing my entire family like that, I was in a really dark place. And I know how to throw a punch, I have no doubts his large hands lack the skill either. But I won’t lose.There’s a mild look of irritation on his face, like it was annoying that I was talking to him about this. He must have done this to other trainees under him and gotten away with it.Too darn bad.He’s met me and he never will walk away from this unscathed.“I could report you for this.” I hiss, pointing at the

HEATED HONEY

“You wanted extra lessons. Fine. Strip to your waist. We start with the pole.” Remy says, snapping to trainer mode, giving me a whiplash. He’d just dropped the biggest bombshell and is pretending it didn’t happen?I take one look at him and decide there’s a time for everything. He’s willing to give this to me, the best thing I could do for myself right now is to take it.When I walked in here few minutes ago, the possibility of taking my clothes off was high, but never did I think I’d be doing it while he watched me like he’s critiquing me based off a check list in his head.Again, I resist the urge to wrap my hands around my midsection.I don’t look bad. And that’s me being humble, but if I weren’t, then I’d tell you I spent a great deal of time working out to carve my body to what it is today. Working for the CIA needs you to be mentally and physically fit at all times. I take great pride in the cut of my abs, and the ripping muscles in my arms. They are always the star of the show

THE SCAR

Remy Templeton is hard for me.Is this real life? Yes. Yes, it is. The heat rolling off of him in delicious waves only cement how real this is. But the meaning of the sentence still takes it’s time computing in my head.Remy’s thick– it feels like a fucking arm– is nearly poking through me.My mouth waters at thought of his hot length in my mouth. I’ve always loved to give a good head, but the thought of putting my mouth on him makes my legs quiver. His words don’t even register to me anymore when he places my hands correctly, giving me the lesson I came here for.Now, hold on.Why isn’t he saying anything about it? Why is he carrying on like nothing is happening between us right now? There’s no way in hell he has no idea what his dick is doing right now."Your core muscles do all the work here.” he carries on. Other than the hoarseness of his voice, it’s difficult to tell that he is hard and grinding up against me right now.What do I do? Turn around and show him how much we’re matc

CRAZY REMY TEMPLETON

What? What is he saying? None of it is computing, from his strong grip on my chin, fingers burning an indent through my skin, where I should shrug him off, take offense at the possessive way he’s holding on to me, I find myself leaning into it.And that’s the least confusing thing about this whole interaction.“A name,” he growls, hot breath fanning my lips. His eyes are wild, lips pulled into a manic sneer. It’s a complete switch from the nonchalant, unimpressed trainer I’ve come to know that all I can do is stare for a long second.“I don’t know… he was…” I shake my head, letting myself fall from the pole, and taking a step away from him and his possessive heat around him. If for anything, to collect myself. I’m not sure of who I turn into when his scent messes with my head like this.“It happened a long time ago, what does it matter to you?”Remy is not listening to me, his angry eyes– this time I get the distinct feeling his blazing anger isn’t directed at me, at least not the ent

THE OMINOUS LEDGER

My entire body feels like I was slammed into by a speeding truck with full force. I don’t ever want to leave this bed, even if I’ve been laying in bed since I got back from the training session with Remy four hours ago. What we covered shouldn’t be enough make my muscles so sore, I mean I’d been known to have energy left over after strength training at the academy.It doesn’t help that my body had been so in tune with his, my nerves singing and parading for his attention, forcing my body to draw taut and tight.No matter how much I try, sleep doesn’t come, my mind is stuck in a loop, replaying everything he’d said and done, his hateful eyes.A groan slips past my lips as his furious green eyes slip into my mind.“Seriously, Caleb, go to sleep.” I mutter to myself, throwing an arm over my eyes in a stupid attempt to lull my body back to sleep. It’s no use, another part of me is already very much awake. Palming it, I squeeze, hissing at the contact.It’s not enough. I know without tryin

THE STRANGE LANGUAGE

The words don’t magically switch back to English through the night, I know because I spent the whole time putting it through multiple translations simulations, with all the technology available at my finger tips, none of them had a translation for what the strange language could be.I even tried mirroring it, the mumbo jumbo remained exactly the same.The hairs on my neck and arms raised, goosebumps lining my arms and face. The language simply did not exist, but I was staring at the proof right there. It occurred to me that it might have been a system glitch, a malfunction, however, no other file was corrupted.Just the one with subject line R.T.My gut screamed it was dangerous, but the danger there meant there was a grain of truth to it. "Why do you look dead when we had a free day yesterday?” Zach asks, hand on my shoulder as he peers into my face. I blink as his face comes into focus, then our surroundings. We’re in the bus heading to the training centre.Right.I try to pull my

HIS COOKIE

If I wasn’t looking at those strange letters all night, it would look like gibberish, I’d think Leslie was just doodling. But those letters might be engraved at the back of my eye lids and the very material my bones are made of.I can’t explain how and why the letters flipped to a different language, neither can I explain why I know this shit is important, but I know I can’t let this go.With a half assed excuse to Lawrence, I dart out of Leslie’s office, knowing deep in my heart his office had given me everything it had to offer on the subject matter.My pulse race heavily, under the balls of my feet felt like I was dancing on live wire, and I couldn’t keep still until I have some semblance of understanding at what the hell those strange letters are and what they mean.Pushing one of the doors open, the design is similar to Leslie’s office, but the trainer must have wanted to keep an eye on Danny from his position, his desk isn’t messy, it’s perfect in fact.“Caleb?” Danny calls in

THE CONTROL

His stare pins me down, the hot delicious smell that always seems to be rolling off him keeps me caged and short circuits my brain. What believable excuse could I come up with on the spot?Shit. Shit.My pulse hammers in my ear, sweat pouring off my back, as I force myself not to cower in fear, if he could perceive fear, he’d be sick with it oozing out of my pores. He isn’t doing anything but stand there, watching me with that stare, that damned stare, and I have to tamper the urge to flee.Jesus.There’s nothing my mind can come up with that makes sense, but I open my mouth anyway, hoping for the best while waving this case and possibly my life goodbye. I’m sure an organization like this one won’t take too kindly to agents sneaking in through the front door.Alas, there’s nothing not suspicious about this. Who knows how long he watched me thumb through his papers.Fuck.There’s nothing bailing me out this one, nothing I could pull from my ass or thin air that can save me.“I wanted

SINFUL WORDS

Something is buzzing somewhere. It’s incessant and annoying to the point of making me want to bang my head against the wall to shut it off. It goes off when I’m in the midst of people. There’s no way to understand it, neither can I shut it off.“Agent Doherty, can you hear me?” The buzz comes on again. My blink is dreary and slow, like my movements have been set to sluggish since that one moment in his office.“Agent Doherty can you read me?” the buzz is getting impatient.I should answer, but my brain takes a bit more time to load than it usually needs these days.“Catherine,” I breathe finally.My handler exhales heavily through the speakers. This is the first call we’ve had since this operation started– it feels like eons ago, it’s been a few weeks but I’m not sure I know the person posing as me.“Are you high?”I let out a snort, then quickly cover it up with a cough. The agency knows about my former… issues, of course they know, they know everything except anything about the de

1 2 3 4

SCAN CODE TO READ ON APP