Allison's POV.I woke up on the cold floor, groggy and aching all over. The room was bright now, with the lights on and the curtains open, letting in the afternoon sun. I heard a Chinese song playing softly in the background and the unmistakable smell of food wafting through the air.I slowly sat up, scanning the area. My attacker was in the kitchen, busy with something. I decided not to move, not wanting any more surprises. Instead, I stayed put and watched, waiting for the right moment.To get the person's attention, I knocked over a nearby chair with my foot. The clattering noise echoed through the room, and suddenly, she emerged from the kitchen.I was stunned. It was Mei Lin, a Chinese secret agent I recognized from eight years ago. She was dressed in tight black combat gear, her hair pulled back in a severe ponytail. She glared at me while eating a baozi, the traditional steamed bun."You finally woke up," she said, her voice cold and measured. "I've been waiting for this.""Mei
Allison's POV.“Shut up, Williams,” I said, my voice trembling with the effort to control the torrent of emotions inside me. “I don’t want to listen to anything you have to say.”Before he could respond, I pulled him towards me and kissed him. The kiss was hard, desperate. It was as if all the anger, the frustration, and the longing of the past years were poured into that one moment. His initial surprise melted away as he responded, cradling my head in his hands and deepening the kiss.My body betrayed me, responding to his touch with an intensity that shocked me. It had been so long since I had let myself feel this way, and the flood of sensations was overwhelming. I could feel the heat radiating from him, his breath mingling with mine as our kiss grew more fervent. His hands roamed my back, pulling me closer, until there was no space left between us. I could feel the pounding of his heart against my chest, matching the rhythm of my own.As we kissed, he gently pushed me back, his
Allison's POV.Williams lay beside me, his fingers lightly tracing patterns on my skin. The intimacy we had just shared left a warmth, but as he began to speak, the reality of our situation crashed back down."Allison," he started, his voice soft yet hopeful, "can we give us another chance? I still love you. I always have."I felt a jolt of reality surge through me, dispelling the haze of passion. The weight of what we'd just done pressed down on me, and I suddenly felt exposed, vulnerable. I disentangled myself from his embrace, sitting up and reaching for my clothes."We can't," I said, trying to keep my voice steady as I pulled on my underwear and trousers.Williams looked bewildered, sitting up and reaching for me. "But we just got intimate. You let me in, Allison."I shook my head, slipping my bra on and reaching for my shirt. "It was just sex, Williams. I can get it anywhere I want. It was nothing."His face fell, the pain in his eyes cutting deep. "Nothing? You can't be serious
Williams POV.Earlier.I tried to focus on the meeting, but the sharp edge of the conference room felt dull compared to the things in my mind. My team was discussing the upcoming merger—an important deal that could shift the company's trajectory—but my thoughts kept drifting to Allison. The room was filled with business talk, but it was like background noise to the intense replay of last night.Jonathan, my PA, was speaking about the final adjustments needed for the merger presentation. I could see his lips moving, but all I could think about was how Allison had felt beneath me, her breath hot and fast against my skin. The way she moved on top of me, how she held me with such urgency, as if it was the last thing she’d ever need. It was an emotional storm—one moment I was holding her, the next, her words cut through me like a blade.“Mr. Luther?” Jonathan’s voice cut through my fog. “sir!”I blinked, realizing he’d nearly shouted my name. The room was suddenly too bright, too loud. E
Allison's POV.PresentI stared at the message for a long moment, my heart pounding. Did I want to talk to him? Did I want to confront the feelings that had resurfaced? I didn't know, but I also couldn't avoid him forever.Taking a deep breath, I replied, "Okay. When and where?"His response was immediate. "Tonight, my place. 8 PM."I hesitated, my finger hovering over the screen. But I knew I had to face him, to face whatever this was between us. "I'll be there," I typed, hitting send before I could change my mind.I tried to focus on work, but my thoughts kept drifting back to Williams. By the time evening rolled around, I was a bundle of nerves. I changed into something casual but nice, trying to strike a balance between looking put-together and not seeming like I was trying too hard.As I drove to Williams' place, my mind raced with a thousand thoughts. What would he say? How would I react? Would we end up fighting again, or would we find some sort of resolution? The latter was ne
Jessica's POV. The air was thick with tension as I stormed into the office. The man I’d hired—whose name I still didn’t care to remember—was lounging behind a desk cluttered with papers and half-empty coffee cups. His demeanor was annoyingly casual, given the magnitude of the job he was supposed to be handling. “Why the hell hasn’t this been done yet?” I demanded, my voice sharp enough to cut through glass. “It’s been a month and two weeks since I paid you $500,000 to eliminate Allison Miles. I expect results, not excuses!” He looked up from his desk with an air of indifference that only fueled my rage. “Jessica, relax,” he said calmly, “Allison Miles is no ordinary woman. You don’t just sweep her out of the way without proper planning. I’m still monitoring her to strike at the perfect time.” I slammed my hand against the desk, the force of it making the papers flutter. “Chill? I paid you a fortune for this, and you’re dragging your feet! If you can’t do the job, I want my mone
Allison's POV.I wiped away the last of my tears. My heart ached from the ordeal with Williams, the raw intensity of our time together lingering in my thoughts. But there was no time to dwell on it. I had a new target, someone who had played a part in my past pain and betrayal. Jessica.Jessica, with her beauty and cunning, had wormed her way into the upper echelons of society, using her charm and savvy communication skills to make powerful connections. But beneath her polished exterior was a ruthless opportunist, and it was time she faced the consequences of her actions.Day 1 of my mission began with a calculated move to shake her foundation. I needed to rattle her, to instill a fear that would gnaw at her, make her doubt every shadow and whisper.I picked up the burner phone and dialed her number, masking my voice with a voice modulator to ensure she wouldn't recognize me. The phone rang twice before she answered."Hello?" Her voice was clipped, impatient."Jessica," I said, my to
Allison's POV.The following day, I positioned myself at a café across the street from Jessica's office building, blending in with the morning crowd. Disguised in a simple outfit with a hat and sunglasses, I could watch without drawing attention. My plan was already set in motion, and I waited with cold anticipation for the next phase to unfold.Inside Jessica's office, her colleagues were going about their day, unaware of the storm about to hit. Jessica herself was in a meeting with several executives, discussing an upcoming public relations campaign. Her confidence, though shaken from the night before, had mostly returned. She believed the threats were over, just a bad dream.Suddenly, there was a commotion outside the conference room. Jessica's assistant burst in, her face pale and eyes wide. "Jessica, you need to come out here. Now."Jessica frowned, irritated by the interruption. "I'm in the middle of a meeting. This better be important.""It is," the assistant insisted, her vo