"And we are done, pack it well and meet me outside," he instructed Patricia, as he stood up, strolling out of the room with his shoulder held high and his hands tucked in his pocket. Patricia kissed her teeth as she cleared up the mess he made with files scattered on the table."Um... Patricia," she raised her head upon hearing Loraine's voice. "What can I do for you?" Patricia asked, curious."Ehm... Can I ask for a favor? Will you be able to do it?""I won't know whether or not I'm able to do it until I know what kind of favor you want to ask. I mean, if you're asking me to kill someone, that will definitely be a problem. Though, unless it is for a good cause, and if the favor is stupid, I don't do stupid things. So..." She pursed her lips, "what kind of favor do you want?""It's not stupid; I just want you to monitor Marco at the gala. Since I am not going with him, I need you to chase away all those hungry ladies that will come after him," Loraine said with a hint of desperation.P
The moment Patricia raised her hand to knock on the door, John swung it open with the confidence of a magician who knew his assistant had already arrived. He stepped aside, making way for her entrance. Patricia glanced at him and let out an exaggerated sigh before stepping inside. As she crossed the threshold, a delightful aroma enveloped her senses, welcoming her to John's abode. Her nose twitched with excitement, and without even bothering to remove her handbag, which hung around her neck, she dashed into the kitchen. A smile stretched across her face as she beheld three plates of spaghetti and meatballs—her absolute favorite."You didn't even bother saying hi or asking how I'm doing. Instead, you went straight to the kitchen. How rude!" John tsked, shaking his head playfully as he followed her into the culinary paradise."I'm starving," Patricia mumbled, her mouth already filled with spaghetti. She pushed the delicious meal down her throat and carried her plate to the dining area. A
Sitting on a black leather swivel chair, legs crossed and hands rested on the fluffy armrest, Marco adjusted his blue tuxedo, slicking back his now white hair with gel, giving him a smooth and suave appearance. His eyes flew open as the door swung open, revealing the robotic butler, now dressed in a boyish style, his shaggy blond hair adding to his charm."No way am I being your butler ever again! I had to wear that YUCKY bald cap. Just imagining myself bald..." Ryan gasped in horror, touching his hair, which made Marco roll his eyes in annoyance. Ryan took a seat on one of the short-armed leather chairs in front of Marco, making himself comfortable."But seriously, Marco, no more butler duties for me. It's ridiculous. I couldn't sway that beautiful angel with sweet, sweet charms," Ryan sighed, placing his cheeks on his rolled fist dramatically. "When I saw her, I immediately regretted agreeing to this."Ryan suddenly raised his head, squinting his eyes at Marco, who folded his arms ov
The limo parked in front of the red carpet as Marco stepped outside with his shades on, making his way to the left side to open the door for Patricia. As soon as she stepped out, her eyes were almost blinded by the flashing lights of the cameras. Marco noticed her discomfort and helped her stand up, then slid his hand over her waist. His driver shut the door for them, and they walked on the red carpet together.Patricia tried to force a smile, but her emotions were going haywire due to the warm hands on her waist. Marco suddenly stopped walking, leaving everyone around them confused, including Patricia.Left and right, different camera men, reporters, media houses, and fans were present, and the screams grew louder. Marco removed his blazer and put it on her shoulders, revealing his black two-button-up shirt. He took her purse and slid his hand into hers. The crowd awed, gushing at their newfound love.Patricia stared at him with widened eyes; inside of her, she was both furious and en
Patricia let out exasperated sighs as she wandered endlessly down the hallways in search of a restroom. Her steps faltered, but her face brightened as she heard soft footsteps approaching from behind. Just as she hoped, someone was coming.Even if she was tired, she kept walking forward, scanning each door she passed. Her face lit up with a smile when she reached the entrance to the ladies' restroom, marked with a familiar sign. With a triumphant twist of the doorknob, she pushed the door open, only to be met with a familiar blue-black sneaker blocking her way.Her lips tugged into a sly smirk as she stared at the sneaker and lifted her eyes to the owner. Time to act, she thought, and her smirk gave way to a kind smile. "Hello, sir, this is the female toilet," she informed him with an exaggerated fake smile."I know," Francisco replied casually, fully entering the restroom and locking the door behind him.Patricia mentally rolled her eyes, scrunching her nose in confusion as she asked,
Marcella let out a theatrical sigh of disappointment, dramatically sliding down to the ground while her fellow officers bombarded her with questions. Ignoring their voices, she closed her eyes, pretending to be deep in thought about the next move. With flair, she inhaled deeply and exhaled, repeating the process until someone finally spoke. Her breath caught for a moment before she replied in a theatrical tone."They are not dealing with drugs, oh no! It's guns, motherfreaking guns! We need those, but compared to their weapons and ours, we stand no chance." The guy with pink-spiked hair and black-tipped ends snatched the binoculars from her slumped hand while the others were busy interrogating Marcella."Oh, I knew that," Marcella dramatically flung her eyes open, and the others turned their attention to the pink dude. He chewed on his lips, matching his hair color, and bent down to Marcella's level."Why didn't you tell us it was an arms exchange? You said drugs, not guns! What are we
"Listen up, here's the plan: we strike right after the Italian mafia boards their boat," Roy declared, his eyes focused and determined.A voice chimed in, "What about the guns? Are we leaving them behind?"Roy's frustration bubbled, but he suppressed it before responding, "No, Sophie, we're not leaving the guns behind. I would have explained if you hadn't interrupted."Sophie tried to interject, "It wasn't rude—""Enough!" Roy cut her off sharply, anger in his voice. "If you interrupt again, I'll use you as a body shield. Got it?" He stared her down, hoping she'd grasp the seriousness of his warning.Sophie, taken aback, pressed her lips together and shook her head, silently acknowledging his words."Now, let me continue. Since the connection here is unstable, someone needs to head to a location with a stable connection and immediately inform the Colonel about the Italian mafia's whereabouts, giving him all the details he needs. Tell him to bring his A-game if he wants to take them dow
“ Pow!”A hard slap landed on Patricia's cheek, pushing her head to the left as she spat out blood mixed with her saliva. She scoffed, laughing while raising her head. Her face was battered and bruised, it looks like she was run over by a truck. She threw her head back vibrating with laughter, not even care that she is tied to a chair and her expensive gown already tattered. “ Your hands are weak.” She spat at the man who stoodsix feet tall, with muscular arms bulging out of his black T-shirt; tattoos visible in his neck and arm.Her statement earned a kick on the stomach making the wooden chair falling backwards along with her. Her legs dangles in the air, as her head was on the floor. The throbbing pain in her head was killing her but she was trying to keep it in and it was not working. With her eyes shut, she prays for her death to come quickly.“ Raise her well, ” A baritone vo
Patricia's confession hung in the air like an uninvited guest at a party. Marco stared at her, disbelief etched across his face."Did you just say you're nineteen?" Marco's voice wavered with a mix of shock and amusement.Patricia bit her lower lip, regretting her slip-up. "I, uh, well... yeah," she stammered, trying to backtrack. "I mean, isn't that what I've been telling you all along?"Marco's eyebrows shot up, and he chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. "You really had me fooled, Patricia. You've been playing the part of a seasoned spy with such finesse, I never suspected you were just a teenager."She gave him a sheepish grin, her earlier worries momentarily forgotten. "I guess I'm a good actress."Marco's laughter filled the room, and he pulled Patricia into a warm embrace. "You're more than that. You're incredible," he whispered into her ear.As they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, the world outside seemed to fade away. Patricia's worries about Chloe and her fami
Marco burst into the room, finding Patricia in a frenzy, pacing back and forth while chewing on her thumbnails. He quirked an eyebrow and quipped, "Are you okay?"She halted, her gaze locking onto his. "Why were you with... No, that's not why I called you. We need to get back pronto." Patricia rushed to the wardrobe, stuffing clothes into an empty bag as if trying to hide from unseen terrors."Calm down," Marco urged, reaching out to hold her trembling hand. He pulled her gently toward his chest. "We're going home." Her voice quivered as tears cascaded from her eyes. "I don't know what's going on, Marco, and it's driving me bonkers." She hiccupped. "I can't bear losing the only family I have. I'll go mad, I'll—"Marco swiftly covered her mouth, shooting her a stern glance. "Don't even think about it. Nothing's going to happen to them."Patricia pushed his hand away, desperation etched on her face. "But something is happening. Chloe called." She paced away from his comforting embrace,
"God, I need my memories back," she muttered, tapping in another four-digit number, and the laptop emitted a buzz sound. Patricia exited the application and returned to the files Chief John had sent her, but the code had vanished. Why? Maybe it was a slip-up or perhaps it was intentional. She squinted at the screen, oblivious to the laptop's blinding brightness.Bzz! Bzzz!! Bzzzz!!!Patricia's eyes widened as her phone erupted in vibrations on the bed, its screen displaying an unknown private number. She wished she could identify the caller, but her phone was locked."Should I take the risk?" It could be anyone, John, the agency, or the culprits behind her predicament. Whoever it was could potentially trace her location. So, was it worth the gamble? She deliberated, her eyes fixed on the ringing number. Oh, to heck with it!Just as she was about to swipe to answer, the caller hung up. Patricia huffed in annoyance. Moments later, the phone began ringing again, and she quickly slid to a
Stacy's eyelids fluttered open, her groggy consciousness returning as she slowly sat up. The room was bathed in a soft, golden light, casting a warm glow over the surroundings. The events of the morning came rushing back, and she glanced around to find Patricia and Marco in quiet conversation by the window.Rubbing her temples, Stacy pushed herself up and swung her legs over the edge of the couch. The events of the morning had left her head spinning, and her emotions were a jumble of embarrassment, anxiety, and curiosity. She had never anticipated that her innocent mistake would lead to such a dramatic turn of events.As she watched Patricia and Marco, their hushed voices conveying a sense of urgency, Stacy's thoughts began to settle. There was an undeniable tension in the air, a feeling that they were on the cusp of something significant. She couldn't help but feel that there were layers of secrets she had yet to uncover.Marco glanced over and noticed Stacy's awake state. He offered
Marco found himself in a comical conundrum, staring at the ceiling fan twirling above him. Never in his wildest dreams had he been this perplexed by a woman. He'd never been the type to get serious, just one-night stands and empty promises. And now, when he'd decided to have a fling, fate served him a teenager who managed to steal his heart and body, all while sleeping soundly on his chest, her bare back inviting his gentle touch.Regret? He might have for employing her through deceit or for getting involved with her, but did he really regret it? These unfamiliar emotions were a whirlwind, and perhaps he didn't regret having her in his life after all. The uncertainty of what would happen when she regained her memory or when they crossed paths with her father loomed over him, but he was ready to embrace it all, consequences and all. His gaze shifted to his phone lying nearby, and excitement coursed through him when he saw a message that read, “My man, you in town and didn't tell me. Yea
Marco burst into the room, finding Patricia in a frenzy, pacing back and forth while gnawing on her thumbnails. He quirked an eyebrow and quipped, "Are you alright?"She abruptly halted, her gaze locking onto his. "Why were you with... No, that's not why I called you. We need to get back pronto." Patricia rushed to the wardrobe, stuffing clothes into an empty bag as if trying to hide from unseen terrors."Calm down," Marco urged, reaching out to hold her trembling hand. He gently pulled her toward his chest. "We're going home." Her voice quivered as tears streamed from her eyes. "I don't know what's going on, Marco, and it's driving me bonkers." She hiccupped. "I can't bear losing the only family I have. I'll go mad, I'll—"Marco swiftly covered her mouth, shooting her a stern glance. "Don't even think about it. Nothing's going to happen to them."Patricia pushed his hand away, desperation etched on her face. "But something is happening. Chloe called." She paced away from his comfortin
"God, I need my memories back," she muttered, tapping in another four-digit number, and the laptop emitted a buzz sound. Patricia exited the application and returned to the files Chief John had sent her, but the code had vanished. Why? Maybe it was a slip-up or perhaps it was intentional. She squinted at the screen, oblivious to the laptop's blinding brightness.Bzz! Bzzz!! Bzzzz!!!Patricia's eyes widened as her phone erupted in vibrations on the bed, its screen displaying an unknown private number. She wished she could identify the caller, but her phone was locked."Should I take the risk?" It could be anyone, John, the agency, or the culprits behind her predicament. Whoever it was could potentially trace her location. So, was it worth the gamble? She deliberated, her eyes fixed on the ringing number. Oh, to heck with it!Just as she was about to swipe to answer, the caller hung up. Patricia huffed in annoyance. Moments later, the phone began ringing again, and she quickly slid to an
Patricia's laughter dwindled as Marco sprang into action, hoisting Stacy up from the floor. Her eyes laser-beamed with irritation, lips pressed into a grumbling pout. "And he claimed he didn't like the girl," she muttered, rolling her eyes before diverting her attention to a nearby box. Relief washed over her as a grin curled her lips. Finally, something that resonated with her was here. She eagerly unloaded the contents and began arranging them with care.With gentle precision, Marco placed Stacy on the sofa, adjusting her flimsy nightgown and crossing her legs. A soft moan escaped Stacy's lips as Marco's fingers brushed her delicate thigh. His nose caught a whiff of the mouthwatering aroma wafting from the kitchen, prompting him to saunter over. There, he found an uncooked omelette in the pan, and a smile played on his lips as he deftly flipped it with a spatula. "She's truly making an effort to please me. Maybe, after I sort out everything in my life, I'll settle down with her, buil
The gentle morning light streamed through the curtains, painting the room with a soft, delicate glow. Patricia greeted the day with a grumpy groan, her body staging a revolt against any form of movement. As her eyes gradually adapted to her surroundings, she was met with the sight of Marco, sprawled out comfortably on the bed beside her. His hand had sneaked beneath her shirt, and his touch sent delightful tingles dancing across her waist.Her emotions were in a comedic tug of war. On one hand, there was an undeniable desire to lean over and kiss his handsome face. On the other, a compelling urge to strangle him for the emotional rollercoaster he'd unwittingly taken her on. Opting to address the latter issue first, Patricia pushed his hand away and swung her legs over the edge of the bed.The cool floor met her feet as she rose, her movements deliberate and careful. She silently made her way to the bathroom, the dull aches in her foot announcing themselves with each step. Splashing col