Owen Skywalker

It wasn't an easy decision, but he had to do it. Owen Sebastian Gonzales had undergone many dangerous missions but none of them required him to fake his death. He has no choice though, because doing it would be the only way to save Henzel Artemis Flores—his longtime girlfriend. He had to watch her mourn for his “death” before he was sent out of the country with a new identity to do overseas missions for the mean time. Years later, he comes back as Aiden Clifford Williams, the greatest spy of his generation and ready to do missions in his home country again. He gets the shock of his life when the profile of the next target given to him holds the same face with the woman, he had fooled years ago—his ex, Artemis. They’re not allowed to ask about why their target needs to be eliminated, they just have to accept what is given, build a plan and then kill. And so, with a reluctant heart, he goes to clear his mission or he’ll be the one to face the consequence—death, for a failed mission. But what happens when in the middle of many attempts, he discovers something about her? What happens when the girl he thought he knew all those years ago also holds secret as deep as his own? What happens when the target he's supposed to kill turns out to be a mother, most specifically, the mother of his child he never even knew existed?

Je suis mariée à Elliot Graves, le baron de la drogue mafieux de Paris, depuis huit ans maintenant. Mais aujourd'hui — le jour de notre anniversaire de mariage — j'ai reçu une photo de lui avec ma meilleure amie, Lila, célébrant comme s'ils étaient les mariés. Et dans ses bras se trouvait mon fils, Owen. J'ai fixé l'image, puis j'ai tapé une phrase en réponse. « Comme c'est parfait. » Une demi-heure plus tard, Elliot a fait irruption par la porte d'entrée. Sa voix a tonné dans le couloir. « Pourquoi es-tu toujours aussi garce avec Lila ? » Owen, mon petit garçon, a poussé contre ma jambe et m'a lancé un regard noir. « Méchante Maman », a-t-il dit. « J'aimerais que Mlle Lila soit ma vraie maman. » Je n'ai pas bronché. J'ai simplement marché vers le tiroir, en ai sorti la pile de papiers bien ordonnés que j'avais préparés depuis longtemps, et je les ai posés sur la table avec un calme définitif. « D'accord », ai-je dit, d'une voix calme. « Tout est de ma faute. Maintenant, puis-je partir ? »

"I'm gay." My eyes grow so big as I stop breathing, but two seconds later I'm bursting with laughter. "Okay funny," I finally tone down my laugh as I bring myself to look at him again. But he is still staring at me like he had been when he told me that joke. "Wait," uhh, "Really?" He nods, "Really." "You like... guys?" "I fuck guys." Oh wow, you really can't have it all can you. When he checks all the boxes, suddenly there's this big box he doesn't. The most important box, the top on the list. "You're gay or bi?" Because there's a big difference between those two. "I'm gay." "You never fuck a woman?" "I've never fucked a woman." "Then why the hell would you want me to be your sugar baby? To watch you fuck another man's butthole?" He smirks despite my little mockery. "Oh now it's funny?" "It is," he is still smirking, "But no. It's the opposite of what I wanna do." I bring my arms across my chest as I reply in my all-business tone, "Enlighten me." *** 22 year old Estelle is one of the best sugar babies the agency has ever had. She has the whole package, no dick ever gone soft seeing how perfect she is, both her body and personality. But can she sway Owen into the heterosexual group? After being in that homo-pool all this while?