Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Nicole.

I can't believe I'm cuddling with a stranger, and I feel reluctant to wake up and leave like it was supposed to happen.

His body is so warm and hard.

The manly scent together with the cologne he used makes me snuggle impossibly closer to him. The way his big arms engulf my body like a blanket makes this the safest and most comfortable place I have ever been in all my life.

"We have to go" I mumble, drawing mindless circles on his bare chest but not making any effort to get up and do like I just proposed.

We are behaving like we have done this countless times, someone might mistake us to be lovers, yet, we don't even know each other's names.

I got a peek at his back and it's covered with tattoos and they make him look so hot. I would like to know what he does for a living but I'm afraid I will be going too far.

Anyway, as bad as he looks, I'm sure he will push me away if he knew how many people I have killed. It's not my will though, that's why I want out. Hopefully.

"Mmh" he hums, wrapping his other arm around my head and pulling me further to his chest. He smells fucking good. I will choose this over anything at any time of the day.

Fucking tremendous.

I wrap my hands around his neck and breathe him in, this is not what we had agreed on.

The sun has already invaded the room and judging from its harshness, it is almost midday.

Is one nightstand supposed to be like this? So warm and addictive?

"I have to go," I say as I try to lift myself from his body but his grip on me only tightens.

"Five more minutes, please," he says in a husky voice and I open my eyes to look at him.

Who is this man?

He is hot as hell and he sure does know his way around women. He kept me up all night, touching me in places I can't even explain.

The pleasure he gave me was out of this world, and he unwillingly stopped when I couldn't handle another round.

I'm sore as fuck and the thought of not seeing him again, makes me feel a little sad. He is the first man I have met and felt something, desire, that longing of having him closer.

Right now I can break all the rules for him. Who gives a shit about rules anyway? My boss can go fuck himself.

The problem is, will he accept me? What I'm I even thinking? He is probably used to waking up to a different woman every morning.

I want to ask his name so that maybe in the future when I need a man again, I could seek him out but I'm holding myself back from doing it.

"We didn't agree on this" I protest and he swiftly pulls me on top of his body in a straddling manner, we are both naked and I don't want to go there again. I can't handle him.

Fuck! I'm not even sure how I'm going to walk home.

"If you wanted, you would have been out of this room by dawn" the unknown man whispers, kneading my ass and I softly moan from the tantalising feeling.

I can't believe my stupid hormones.

Maybe it's his morning voice or the way his big hands know exactly what to do like they have a brain of their own. He is causing my body to heat up again and I have to go before the boss notices I'm not home.

"Well, I could have if I was able to walk," I mutter in my defence and he chuckles. Even though his laugh is incredible, it makes him look so much more kissable.

I truly wanted to leave, but I kept telling myself to stay for two more minutes until I gave up and decided to live in the moment.

"What if I want more?" he murmurs, kissing my ear lobe and I quickly jump out of his arms and the bed altogether.

If he takes me once more, I will die here. And the way our bodies are reacting will make us do it again without any objections.

I wanted it to be hard and rough but currently, I'm regretting it. With enough experience now, maybe next time I will go for something friendly. Something I can handle.

The first round was slow and intense, but after I got used to it, he didn't hold himself back. He truly is a man.

"No, no, and no," I say between laughs as I try to find the remains of my clothing. This will be the right definition of a walk of shame.

There is no way I'm getting out of here naked though, he ruined my dress, and he will be the one to suffer. So I pick up his shirt from the ground and I can't help but inhale it first before putting it on.

"My shirt?" I turn to look at his amused face and chuckle.

Fuck!, where did this man come from?

"Yes," it's not bad though. It reaches my knees signifying just how big the man is compared to me. I like it.

Now I have something to remember him with. It's gonna be my favourite nightwear from now on.

"It looks good on you" he mumbles getting up and I try so hard not to look at his naked body. The man has a body to die for.

I wonder if he sleeps in the gym because damn! His muscles are hard and well-defined, he has good six solid packs that show just how hard he works. Every part of him is vigorous and I can't forget how generously endowed his manhood is.

"Let me at least drive you home" He requests and I know for sure that he wants to know my home. I can't reckon his face when he pulls up at the gate full of armed men.

Then by bad luck, we run into my uncle.

"I drove myself here" I sigh in relief when I hear him fumbling with his clothes. At least he is getting dressed. I can't allow myself to fall into temptations again.

"Can I see you again?" His voice carries hope, and I'm scared I will have to crash it.

This is the most dreaded part. I want to see him again and again. Every day if possible. But I can't, my life is too tainted and the first thing my uncle will do if he finds out about this is to eliminate him.

He sees relationships as distractions. He has always restricted me from interacting with the opposite gender unless I'm on a mission. It's more of a reason I was still a virgin yesterday.

The sad part is that, I know this man just ruined me for any other. I'm sure no one can compare to the things he did to me last night.

Fuck! Who even has a body like that? The strength he possesses is like he was particularly gifted by the gods. Not to mention his big veiny hands and those magical fingers, Oh, men!

It makes me think, what if I complete this last mission, and when I'm out there living a life of a normal productive citizen, maybe fate might favour us by bringing him to me again. That way, we will get to know each other on a clean note.

"Mmh.... I.. " I stutter, not knowing what to say. It's both a yes and no.

"Please, say yes" he appears behind me and hugs my waist. The man places a soft kiss on my neck and it makes this harder for me to reject him.

I want to stay but I can't, I have to go back before Ernesto sends his men after me. He can't find out about this or the fact that I secretly left his house.

"Can I have your number? I will call you when I'm less busy" I say knowing well that I will lose it immediately after I leave this room.

But it's better than crushing his hope right?

The man grabs a book from the side table and writes down his digits before handing the paper to me.

Hesitantly, I take it and from the looks, we both have heavy hearts about saying goodbye. 'It's the right thing to do' I remind myself as I exit the room without glancing back.

*

I carefully and silently walk into the house praying that I won't be noticed.

Only God knows what he'll do if he learns that I wasn't in the house the whole night. The crude punishments he gives me are sometimes unbearable.

I take the stairs to my room and unfortunately, I have to pass his office first. I'm forced to take off my shoes because bare feet are always the most silent.

Yet to open my door, hushed voices from his office stop me, and chills spread all over my body from their terrific words.

"Why don't we just kill her dad?" the annoying voice of Angelo says and I'm not surprised he wants me dead. That fucker has been competing with me since I knew him. He can't just accept that I'm better than him.

"I will soon, It looks a like her memories are not coming back anytime soon and I'm tired of waiting. After she completes her last mission, we will give her the freedom she desires, that is if he doesn't kill her first" my uncle answers and they both burst into laughter.

Idiots. I always knew they couldn't be trusted. So they have been using me all along?

"Do you think you can trust the new plan?" Angelo enquires and I press my ear on the door to get more information.

"I have to son, you know what will happen when she remembers, we need to get everything done as soon as possible" my uncle whispers and it makes me more inquisitive, what is really going on here?

I'm not staying here any minute. These snakes want me dead and I'm not gonna give them that chance whatsoever.

What is so important to them that I'm supposed to remember?

Who I'm I really?