Chapter 2

CHAPTER 2

SHE groaned when he pinches her butt cheeks.  The man showers her small kiss down to her bare chest. He is acting needily. “Virgin?” he inquires. Instead of responding, Addison shrugged her shoulders.

“Mr. Unknown, that question is too intimate.” In some situations, she would like to respond with a yes or a no, but damn, she shouldn't let her guard down, especially in settings like these. On his face, a glimmer of interest appeared. She adopts a sarcastic smile while acting timidly and bites his lower lips. Additionally, it replied by biting his lip, which made her chuckle. She can't see him clearly because of the weak lighting in the room when he stops and takes off his costume and mask. She could only see and feel his silhouette, his deep breath, and his touch. He slowly took off his own masks and placed them delicately on the nightstand.

Beck never ever finds any other woman amusing like this. The moment he laid an eye on her, he can’t keep them away. She was a beauty dancing, waving her body as if she was a coaxing him and God, he felt his body responded. Maybe she was not any other woman. He kissed her earlobe and whispered, “Even in the dark, you're still gorgeous.” She was different from the woman he beds last night.

Even though it wasn't the first time she heard compliment, she was affected differently by what the stranger said. It wasn't just a compliment, though. Addison gasp when he touches her breast that sends her tingling sensation and kiss him torridly as her response. It was like a wild fire burned her with so much passion. She felt his hands went to her back and unzip the dress. The stillness allowed her to hear her heart racing rapidly. Even though it was strange and foreign, it was nice and novel. He unintentionally touched her tattoo as he carefully brushed his hand over her waist.

He stroked it again and was immediately concerned, “Why so slow?” She held his hand as he pressed it to his chest.

He responded, “Because that's what you said, my master,” crushing her with a kiss. Of course, and she gave the command. A sudden smile from Addison appeared. “Anyway, we're not in a rush.” The girl almost leapt in amazement as she felt the gown's strap slip on her shoulder and it fell easily, as he said, “And I enjoy taking this slow.”

Addison couldn’t afford to let the man do his ways. So, she made an excuse. “I'm your master, right? Then obey me.” She saw his silhouette nodded, how noble and obedient he is. The girl's lips briefly twitched into a playful smile. She pushed him across the bed and over it without thinking. As she purposefully touches his maleness, the man lets out a loud gasp. At what she was doing, Addison grinned even wider. As soon as she says, “Let me, your master, please you,” she grabs his hands and fastens them with the curtain to the headboard. She smiled at the humorous way he was looking at her.

“I didn't know you're so harsh when it comes to pleasuring your slave,” He commented. 

Addison nodded in agreement. “Well, I just hate when someone touch me without my permission and yeah, I love tying up my slave on the headboard, exciting right?” She ripped off his garment and leave nothing but his bare body, naked. Sanity runs out of her mind that she only taught nothing. She was like a wild animal; a woman acts wantonly in front of someone she barely knows. She won't careless, so why is it that, among all the males she has interacted with, she has this peculiar feeling toward total strangers? It seemed unusual and foreign.

“Wail for me, sweetheart. I enjoy listening to lullabies.” She muttered in a sexy manner as she moved her body, reaching for his as his desire for her grows more and more. She cannot hold him responsible for the fact that even it no longer concealed his lust. She was a beautiful woman who was deadly.

Beck was cornered and all he could do was to moan and move his body to meet hers. He seemed to lose his breath in that situation. Again, never in his wildest dream woman could give him so much satisfaction. Often, he was the one who made them act wantonly. Who is this woman, and why he could easily lose his self-control? Beck held a breath for a moment and let loud gasps explode in his throat as he reached his limits.

Addison had already left on top of him, before it began, which is when he yelled in ecstasy, “Oh god!”

She traced his abdomen seductively and asked, “Satisfied?” He took a deep breath and nodded. She pulled the black card out of the pouch and put the dress back on. Addison flashed the credit card in its face and said, “I think this will be plenty.”

The man, though, scoffs incredulously. Addison was surprised that no one had said, “Just take it; I don't need that,” despite the fact that he had insisted on paying them, not because they were wealthy.

“Why?” she questioned.

Addi's face furrowed, but to her console the room was dark enough that he couldn't see how she would respond when he said, “Let's strike a bargain instead.” This one is so bold to make a deal. He's actually not that horrible. He remarked in a husky voice, “Let's do this next time and I'll be your master.”

She held the hair back with the dagger that was ready to fall and asked, “Terms and conditions?”

 “I'm the only one who should move you, no other man is allowed to buy you, no other than me.” He is highly possessive and self-proclaimed. What would she expect from this typical rich man?

She approached and kissed the bridge of his nose, saying, “You know what, it's a little pretty unfair, I should set some condition. Let's limit our conversation to sex and leave personal feelings out. Okay?” She is aware that whenever she incorporates personal feelings, everything would turn perilous for her. In addition to the fact that she despises commitment just as much as she despises boys, this is a major problem when it occurs.

He hissed. “Fine! Take that and one more thing.” Becks’ emotion was intensified as he heard it. Ever since, nobody speaks at him like that. He hurled himself, trying to move his body but the curtain was tied properly that made him cursed. “Take that and one more thing. Every time we meet here in El Paradiso, wear that so could find you.” His eyes were focused on a small red box beside the flower vase.

She gave that box a stern look, there was a part of her wondered as she picked it up opened. To her surprise, it was a black diamond ring in round cut. She was mesmerized by its beauty, sure enough that it cost millions, or it could be an heirloom and she can’t afford to wear it.

“Are you certain there isn't a tracker here?” She asked directly, without thinking.

“Hell, are you serious?” the stranger exclaimed astounded.  She exclaimed in relief, wanting to make sure that maybe afterwards he was perhaps a spy or assassin who wished to kill her. That's really challenging. She picked up the ring and re-donning the gown.

“See you next time baby girl.” He chased this promise before she exited the room. She walks down the dance floor elegantly, she felt refreshed, anew, as if new bloomed flowers.

The dance floor is still filled with many people. Others appear to have just arrived, but the majority of them are already intoxicated. Addison entered her BMW after walking down to the parking lot where it was parked. She gave the diamond ring in the ring another glance. “I should be sure that I don't really have this tracker because it might make my life more fulfilling.” She doesn’t have a trust issue; she's just being cautious. She was going fast in her automobile. To avoid trouble, she had to make sure there was no tracker there.

She turned off the phone before getting out of the car. The whole area was quiet, so she carefully climbed into the room and became alert, but no one approached her, not as she expected. The woman slowly walked into the house, and carefully pulled the gun out of the pouch.

 “Oh fuck!” He yelled, as she levelled the gun at his head. Slowly, he raised his hands in the air.

She clutched it and lowered the rifle, saying, “I thought you were dead.” Gosh! He still smells awful. He last took a bath when? a year ago? She speculates. She sprayed perfume and instantly stepped away from it.

“What brought you here? I mean, it's strange that you don't visit often. Any objects?” She grinned.

“Martin Skewer, you really know me. And yeah, chuck this out for me.” She threw the ring and his friend caught it immediately. He used to be a colleague of MI-6, an engineer, and good at technology, but he chooses to leave MI-6 and live a happy life. He is Martin Skewer, 30 years old, no girlfriend since birth, a brainiac and he don't have time to take a bath, because he stayed years in front of his laptop.

“Oh, an engagement ring? Kind of expensive huh!” he commented that made her snorted. Engagement my ass.

            “That's not an engagement ring, just a deal ring. Whatever.” She went to the refrigerator and, without saying a word, took a can of beer and gulped it down. She saw him busy with his stuff, so she let him go.

“How’s life, manslayer? Any progress? “

“Nah, just like an old day, boring, no promotion, and my life sucks!” Addison breathes heavily in disgust. He saw him fidgeting with the laptop as he glanced at that ring. 

“There's nothing in here. Worry not, anyway, who's the lucky guy?” that remains its main preoccupation.

Addi insisted, “Someone, just a one-night er, and the ring signifies nothing.” He gave her a sidelong glance as if he were doubting what she was saying. Gosh! I truly detest having to defend myself to others; that's not my forte. She abruptly changed the subject, asking, “Big guy, did you ever take a shower?”

Expecting he would state ‘no’, “Yes, last week,” he replied. “Great accomplishment, huh?” He gave the ring to Addi, who then got to his feet. The ring was exquisitely made, and magnificent stones stood on top of it, thus the man was right. She would have liked it, but that wasn't the purpose of that ring, which was round cut with little shinning shimmering tiny stones on the ring band and most likely an engagement.

She urged Martin, “Better take a shower, you're not getting any younger,” as she pulled the black card from the pouch and gave it to him.

The large black man sprang up abruptly in his chair. “Fuck! How could I take that? it's too much. No Addi, just small bills please.” He refused but Addi insisted so eventually he accepted

“Call me if you need help!” chasing this promise and she gave him a happy nod before leaving Skewer's dark apartment.

After viewing CCTV footage of numerous locations where her next target was frequenting, Addi was awakened at eight o'clock. He didn't seem to be acting suspiciously, so she was happy to help her purpose. She stood up and entered the small gym. Because she is a body builder and required for work, she is unable to do anything even if she wants to. When carrying a weight, movement is challenging. Addison begins by performing 200 push-ups and 100 sit-ups. As she stood up from resting on the rubber surface, sweat began to drop.

She firmly murmured, “Addi, you have to concentrate on this one,” and went to the kitchen to get some water. A string of doorbells could be heard coming from the kitchen. She grinned and quickly slid her gun under the table. for reasons of emergency. She moves slowly out the door while holding her handgun with one arm outstretched and ready to fire. She immediately confronted the visitor after hearing a footstep behind her.

When the friend arrived, she yelled, “Oh sh*t!

“Fuck! You startled me,” she said, clutching her chest. After she had calmed down from the shock, it approached her. Once more putting the weapon in her pocket, she led her visitor inside. She first looked around, looking for unknown movements from afar. Looks like nothing.

“Why you're here?” She asks and offered her a cup of tea.

“Ugh, you know I don't like tea, do you have any juice? I will make it for myself.” Addi was violently blown away and annoyed to drink the tea.

“I'm asking you Bell, why you're here?” she asked again. She was busy fiddling with the fridge, looking for some juice and she found one.

“Oh that, Head Council from Hamburg called me.” She answered.