“Jen Davis.” The disguised voice on the phone says, and then chuckles. “I heard you are the best of the best...and not just in the country, but also in the entire world. That’s quite impressive.” The voice continues.“I was not called for just praise, was I?” I ask him in a bored tone. He has been trying to contact me for the past two years, and now that he has finally gotten in touch with me, he plays boss on the phone.“No, of course not...I have a target for you.” He says and I smile. Finally, he’s speaking my language.He’s playing music that I can dance to.“Name?” I ask as I lick my lower lip. With memory like an elephant, I have no need to write down information. “Robert Jones.” The voice says, and even though it is disguised, you can tell that the person hates this man.“Title?” I pursue more information.“The CEO of STARS.” He says the name and something clicks in my mind.I know this CEO. I have watched him hold grand dinner parties and host big events all around the coun
“You’re kidding, right?” I ask him, and he shakes his head quickly, as to say no. “No one would have to know.” He stands up and his eyes looks hopeful. Sleeping with this man won’t do a thing for me. It would just be meaningless sex, but it could be fun. I haven’t had sexual relations in a very long time, I guess I could sleep with him and then kill him after. It’s a win win. “Sure.” I say the word loosely, and he looks at me, surprised that his offer worked. “Really?” He asks and I chuckle. “Take off your clothes.” I command him instead of answering his question. “Yeah..yeah, sure.” He says as he looks at me tentatively, still scared that I could shoot him in the head any second. And I could. He takes off his sweatpants and reveals his boxer briefs. His thighs are toned and strong, and his stomach holds a six pack. “The boxer has to go.” I say and he smiles, his busted lip making him look comical. “No problem.” He says, his voice deepenin
Did this man just threaten me?I call his number again, but he does not answer. Chuckling to myself, I place the phone back from whence it came and I walk towards the windows.“It’s all going wrong.” I say myself as I skip the hard glass of my apartment window. Pain course through my palm, but I keep hitting the substance.After my fit, I’m left heavily breathing with a bruised palm. I slide to the ground slowly and I begin to cry.I’m not crying because I’m afraid for my life. Fear is not in my dictionary, and it will never be.I’m crying because I failed. I’m crying because for the first time in my professional career, I messed up.And all for what? Meaningless sex?But was the sex really meaningless? If so, then why did I lay in bed with that man until I fell asleep?I shut my emotions down for a reason, and because they’re coming back to life again, mistakes are being made.It’s time to fix all this. I sniff and I wipe the trail that my tears have left
Crap, crap, crap!This is bad. This is really bad.“Jen Davis, you are under arrest. You have the right to remain silent, and everything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law.” A huge officer says as he walks towards me carefully.I watch him, and I can see fear dancing in his eyes.“Aww, are you afraid of a girl?” I ask loudly, and the officer scoffs.“Shut up.” He says rudely when he reaches me.He grabs my hands and turns me around. He then place on me a cold metal handcuff.Due to the uncomfortable position my hands are in, I clench my jaw, trying to mask the pain I’m feeling in my wrists.“Wait.” Robert says. Why do I keep calling him by his actual name? My eyes dart to him, and I can see that he’s staring back at me.“Where is your boss?” He asks the officer next to him. There are almost ten officers in this room, and though I am already apprehended, they all still seem to be on their guard.They have their weapo
This is literally the first time I have felt this way. Ever since my parents were killed, I swore to myself that I would never love again.It was hard, because I don’t think anyone can just shut down their emotions. But it became easy eventually.Each time the images of my parents dying before my very eyes flashed in my mind, I remembered that it was that day that my heart died.That particular day, Jennifer died, and Jen was born.Jen was what my father called me. It was his nickname for me, and I loved it so much.“Close your eyes, baby. Close them tight.” Were his last words to me.My parents were killed by my father’s best friend. He had no family of his own, and I think he was abused in his past.He was a very nice man. A very nice man until that day.That day would always remained in my mind. I remember everything as if it was yesterday.His name was Harrison Von. He was always at our house. He came to every dinner and birthday party. He was like an
Later that evening, he was arrested.A neighbor reported him to the police. It was Mrs. Jacobs and her husband. They were supposed to come for dinner that evening at our house.But instead of walking into a dinner scenery, they walked into a murder scene.Mr. Jacobs apprehended Harrison, and to my surprise, he didn’t fight back.He only stared at me, and I will never forget the look on his face. He looked pleased.After Harrison was taken away and our house made into a crime scene. I had to stay with Mr. and Mrs. Jacobs.I didn’t really have any family except my parents. I am an only child, and my grandparents are dead.My mother was an only child also, and my father had two brothers. One of them lives in New York, and doesn’t even know I exist.The other one is a drug addict, and recently he was admitted at a rehabilitation center.I couldn’t keep living with Mr. and Mrs. Jacobs. They had a house full of family, and were running low on money. So event
I walk towards where I dropped my dagger when the police stormed in, and I pick it up and tugs it in my leather jacket.I should kill him, that is what I was paid to do. And it’s not only about the money, it is my reputation on the line.But I also don’t want any client thinking that they can control me just because they hired me, used a disguised voice, and made stupid threats.I fear nothing, and especially, no one.“Do you want me to?” I ask him and he gulps.“Well, if you’re talking about murder in the bed department..” He says with a grin as he scans my body.“Oh my gosh.” I say as I shake my head while smiling.“You are unbelievable.” I say with a small smile as I watch him.A few seconds pass between us as we both look at each other.“I like it when you smile.” He says to me, and a weird feeling covers my chest.I don’t know how to describe it, but I like it.I clear my throat loudly and I begin to walk towards the room’s window.“I am not
He then closes the tiny distance between us, causing his uncovered skin to blanket me.He starts to plant kisses on my neck, causing me to moan from pleasure.“Stop.” I say breathlessly to him, even though I don’t want him to.His rough calloused hands holds the back of my neck as he moves up to my ear with his trail of kisses.Soon his mouth hovers inches over my ear, almost causing my knees to buckle from my emotions.“You should worship me.” He whispers, as the heat of his breath caresses my ear.My voice betrays me as my emotions go wild. Words fail to fall from my lips as feelings I never knew I could feel envelops me.At that moment, I knew that I was never getting free from his ungodly touch.What have I gotten myself in?A knock on the door startles me exactly when Robert squeezes my bosom. We both withdraw from each other quickly.I forgot, the door was left open. At the door stands one of Robert’s guards.When Robert’s eyes lands on