Chloe was grooving to the beat, swaying her hips like a pro while multitasking as she cooked up a storm. Suddenly, she heard footsteps and looked up to see Patricia descending the stairs. Chloe couldn't help but stare as she took in Patricia's surprising attire. The woman who usually dons shorts and trousers was now wearing a navy-blue dress that stopped above her knees. Chloe was bewildered, wondering what could have led Patricia to wear something she considers slutty.Chloe's thoughts went haywire as she tried to figure out what could be the reason for the wardrobe change. Maybe Patricia was going for a date? But then again, Chloe knew that Patricia had a reputation for leaving boys broken and bruised. Chloe let out a deep breath, realizing that her imagination was running wild, and she needed to get to the bottom of Patricia's outfit choice.Chloe let out a deep sigh as she looked at Pat's attire. “Where are you headed, Pat?” She inquired, unable to contain her curiosity.“To work,
“Good morning, this is Marco Lux Company. Have you seen your goods?” Patricia said in a professional tone as she held the handset between her ear and shoulder.“Yes, I have. Thank you,” the woman on the other end replied before hanging up.Patricia yawned and ran her hands through her hair, already feeling exhausted. She had been making non-stop calls for three hours and had successfully contacted almost thirty customers. Most of them had received their goods, but fifteen had not.She groaned and flipped through the file to the next page, her eyes widening at the number of remaining callers. She started to laugh before banging her head on the table in frustration. She felt like crying - on her first day, she was already tired from just talking. "F**k my life," she muttered before banging her head again.She glared at the file with so much hatred that she flung it away. It landed near the door with a thud. She then picked up the landline and dialed a number.“If I may ask, why are you c
“Go to Avesni street and deliver the goods,” Marco commanded Patricia.Patricia resisted the urge to shoot him and retorted, “It is not my f**king job to deliver any goods.”Marco raised his index finger, “Don't curse in front of me.”Patricia yelled, “It is not my f**king job!” ignoring his warning.Marco said, “Stop swearing, I'm going to lay down some rules for you to follow.”Rolling her eyes, Patricia imitated Marco's tone, “Stop swearing, I'm going to lay down some rules for you to follow,” irritating Marco further.He glared at her and said, “Rule number one, don't annoy me.”Patricia chuckled, “That would be really difficult to do, I'm really an annoying person.”“Then you get fired, or punished in a way you can't explain,” Marco said, smirking evilly.“If you want to punish me mentally, physically, and emotionally, I'm way past that side. So nothing can affect me,” Patricia retorted.Marco laughed and waved his finger at her, “No, you can't explain. It is a lot more than that.
Patricia impatiently tapped her foot as she waited for the door to open. Finally, she heard the jingling of keys and the door swung open to reveal a short, muscular man with an abundance of tattoos. She couldn't help but smirk at the tattoo on his upper arm - two flaming swords crossed with a black scorpion perched on top.She forced a smile and looked up at him. His rugged face and scraggly ponytail made him look like he just walked off the set of a biker movie. "Who are you and what do you want?" he gruffly demanded, eyeing her up and down."Hey sexy," he wolf-whistled, licking his lips. Patricia rolled her eyes, unimpressed.Ignoring his advances, she pushed her way inside. "Can I come in?" she asked, taking a seat on the couch."Babe, you're already in," he replied, winking at her. "In fact, you're in my heart." Patricia couldn't help but roll her eyes again."Anyway," she said, "you ordered some jewelry from Marco Lux, right?""Yeah, so what?" he asked, clearly annoyed at the inte
"I'm sorry, what did you say?" Patricia asked with a smirk, not bothering to hide her amusement."You heard me right? You work for me now." She strutted back to the chair that was in front of him.He scoffed. "I'm not interested in working with someone who killed my friend.""Your friend? That dude is your friend?" She chuckled mockingly, using her gun to point at dead Dan. "Okay, I don't understand why you considered him a friend, but does he consider you one?" She raised her perfect, slender brows at him, giving him a lopsided smirk."He does in his own way, I think.""You think?" she quipped."See, I'm not working with you. Just kill me," he said, his voice firm.Patricia snorted. "For someone who is trying to escape torment, you're really dooming yourself to eternal suffering. The devil doesn't chill. I might get tired of tormenting you, but not the devil and his demons. Or do you think God will welcome a bloody criminal into his heaven?" She laughed. "Well, that is only if you acc
Patricia stood with one leg in the car and the other leg outside, her hand resting on the door. Marco's question had thrown her into deep thought, and she was unsure how to answer it. Hearing a tap on the window, she breathed out, regaining her composure. Slowly she stared at Marco, whose eyes were scanning her face, wondering what had made her zone out."My address?" he drawled with an eye roll. "I need your address to drop you home," he said in a 'durh' tone.It had not occurred to her that he would ask for her home address. Now thinking about it, she realized it was silly not to have considered it. How on earth was he going to drop her off at her house without knowing the address? She sighed, trying to come up with a solution. If she gave him her location and he found out that she lived in a mansion, it would be suspicious. She didn't want to go home by herself either.She mustered up a fake smile and said, "I'll direct you, just drive," before entering the car fully."Don't talk to
Patricia woke up to the sound of her alarm going off, accompanied by a throbbing headache. She sat at the edge of her bed and glanced at the ringing alarm clock. It was already five o’clock in the morning. She let out a yawn, stretching her hands above her head and still feeling sleepy from the all-night research on the highers. Unfortunately, she found nothing as they were too secluded.“It won't hurt to sleep a bit more,” she said to herself as she slowly dropped her body back onto the bed. Her intention was to sleep for just a few minutes before preparing for work, but those minutes turned into hours.Suddenly, there was a vigorous knock on her door, jolting her out of her dreamy state. With a groan, she pushed herself out of the warmth of her duvet and stood up. Groggily, she made her way to the door, scratching her eyes. The keys jingled as she unlocked the door. She pressed the silver doorknob down, dragging it forward and opening the door.“What do you want?” she asked an angry-
"Sir, please, let me explain myself," Patricia pleaded, following him to his office.He turned swiftly, his expression demanding an explanation. "What do you have to say? That your alarm clock malfunctioned and you overslept? Or perhaps there was heavy traffic on your way here? Are those the excuses you're going to give?""No," she lied, the words slipping from her mouth against her better judgment. In truth, she wanted to tell him that her clock had stopped working, causing the alarm to go off at the wrong time. But now, hearing him say it out loud, it sounded like a terrible excuse. And it was.She bowed her head, avoiding eye contact, trying to make him feel her fear.He nibbled on his lower lip, his arms folded across his chest, staring at her intently. Perched on the edge of his desk, he observed her for a moment before speaking. "If that's not the reason, then tell me a better excuse."She sniffed, adding a few tears for effect. "Sir, it's not an excuse. It's the truth." He rolle
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