Zakael let out a low grunt when I shoved him to his bed. “Aw!” He cried. My brows knitted as I eyed his curled-up body. So now he can talk? Is he playing with me? “Hey!” I slapped his foot dangling out at the edge of the bed. I saw him smile. “You bastard! You’re awake, and you made it hard for me to carry you here?” I hissed, beyond annoyed at how childish he acts when he’s either drunk or high. “I'm awake but I'm still dizzy.” He explained and sat up in his bed. He caressed his head and blinked. He let out a groan and frowned to himself. Is he just acting or what? I frowned. My eyes roamed around the room. The walls were high and painted darkly. His room was simple but manly; with a flat screen in front of the bed, a tall lamp, and a fluffy carpet. There’s also a black couch on the side and a door, surely that’s the bathroom. I opened his closet, and my eyes feasted on the shades of blue, white, and black clothing. Most of them are corporate clothes, so I just picked out whate
I left Zakael's bedroom to return the first aid kit back where I found it. Afterwards, I carried my luggage up the stairs to the guest room. Zakael told me to pick any room on the second floor as they are all vacant. I had to open every door, and once I found the right room, I quickly laid my things inside and started unpacking my clothes and guns. I got the tape from my bag and began strapping the weapons in some area around the house; in the bathroom, under the bed and tables. It took me a while to do so, and then I decided to go for a shower. The water was warm, and steam started rising inside the shower. My body felt relaxed as I let the water run down my spine. After a couple of minutes, a light knock interrupted my peaceful bath. “Come down for dinner once you’re done.” It was Zakael. I stayed silent, my eyes closed. Then I heard footsteps going away. After a minute, I decided to turn the shower off and come out. I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my body. I sat on the e
A groan vibrated from my pillow. I blinked before turning to my right side. My eyes widened. It wasn’t a pillow but Zakael’s stomach. I fell asleep beside him—on the carpet of his freaking living room. Wait, what exactly happened last night? I withdrew my gaze from Zakael and glanced over to the clock. My eyes narrowed when I remembered. Damn, we pretty much lazed around yesterday. It’s already morning, and the last thing I could remember was drinking wine with Zakael. Now, look at us sleeping on the carpet. I stood up immediately and decided to go outside for some fresh air. Opening the double door, I took a step outside and inhaled deeply. The cold morning breeze felt good in my lungs, especially with a mild hangover. My phone beeped inside the pocket of my oversized hoodie. A frown reached my dry lips. It was a text message from Miguela. The woman asked how my first day at work was just to annoy me. In the end, Miguela disappeared again. Bad habits really die hard for that woman
Zakael also got out of the car. In front of us were three ladies. One had dark, long hair and she wore a white top and dark skinny jeans. The other blonde got glasses, and she wore a pink sweater and denim pants. Another blonde wore a sparkly dress with a small bag in her grip. “If they aren’t your friends, then who are they?” Zakael asked, eyeing the girls. A nervous laugh escaped my lips once I met Ciara’s eyes. “Az! Great! You’re here. I was calling you, but your phone was off.” Ciara approached us, gracing us with her green, sparkly party dress. The woman was ready to party. I frowned, “I’m on a mission. You can’t be here.” “Oh, come on. You promised we’ll go out and party,” Ciara whined, her tongue clicked in annoyance. “Ciara,” I called in a warning tone. The lady could only smile fakely. When her gaze reached Zakael, she raised a brow. Ciara wore a smirk as she eyed him up and down. I know that look; she’s probably thinking of ways to lure him. “Oh, hello there. I’m Ciar
"Zakael," My eyes widened at his sudden approach. "What are you doing?" I asked, moving my face gently away from his touch. My hands were trapped behind me, holding the edge of the sink in case my knees gave up. I didn't like it, how troubled I am right now. "I'm not doing anything, Azalia." The sound of my name rolling out of his tongue was heavenly. It was my first time hearing him say my name, and it made my legs jelly. It must've been the alcohol. Zakael wasn't smiling playfully, as he normally does when his finger moved to the side of my face. Dark eyes looked at the little strands and slowly tucked them away from my face. "There," He paused, watching me intently. "Beautiful," Without meeting my gaze, Zakael gently pulled my chin up with his fingers, staring at my parted lips of the darkest red. It was as though something was whispering things to him; lean closer. Hence, his lips grew closer, painting a soft brush against my lips. It was slow and agonizing. They barely touche
Monday mornings are usually not that busy, especially for me when I’m not assigned for a mission. Usually, the agency gives me execution missions, and not like this one. It’s been a while since I was tasked to be a bodyguard. My usual day would be waking up late and then working as a bartender at night. However, today is different; it is my mission to protect Zakael Dela Priego, the next president of a well-known company running in the city. I had to wake up extra early as it is my client’s schedule to start at six in the morning. This is it. It’s my first day at the company. It’s good that we get to spend the weekend together at home. I thought he’s just like any other billionaire, spoiled and playful, but it turned out there’s more to the man than pride and riches. He can be caring at times, not that I’m complaining. During that short time, I got to know his other sides, and maybe he’s not like most boys I met. I pulled my car outside the house. It is safer to take my car since i
I crossed my legs and waited in my seat. Sam was busy typing behind the monitor. I'm currently with Sam outside Zakael’s office, and it’s past lunchtime. “Why is the meeting taking so long?” I asked, calmly biting the inside of my cheeks. I may be calm on the outside, but I am one impatient woman. Sam chuckled, “He’ll be out shortly.” “You said that five minutes ago.” “He’ll be out shortly,” Sam repeated, smiling at how impatient I can be. I sighed and slouched in my seat. My gaze shifted to a white folder in my hand. This was the file of those Spaniards who attacked us at Clementine. It was given to me earlier when I dropped by the agency today. I wanted to ask Zakael about the file. Zakael's father, Zacharios Dela Priego, the current President of DPRE, mentioned something about a syndicate group with the name Asparago. That's the only clue the agency got so far. Asparago. Once the door of his office busted open, a tall man walked outside. He had long dark hair. His lips wore
I laughed tiredly after taking a sharp punch from Ciara. We were blowing off some steam today at the agency. The gym clothes we’re wearing are now soaked with sweat. An hour has passed yet we still moved at an incredible speed. Of course, we were trained for this. We're practically savage animals fighting with every ounce of strength we have. Bullets of sweat were dripping off our faces and arms. “You're getting weaker, Az. What happened? Aren’t you getting a little too laid back at your mission now?” Ciara teased. Oh, you didn't just say that. I pushed my body forward and aimed for a punch on her ribs, making Ciara wince in pain. I aimed for another punch, but this time Ciara dodged it pretty quickly. I smirked before going down and sliding my slender legs, hitting Ciara on the ankle with so much force that she stumbled backward. “You bitch,” Ciara muttered, holding back a smile. I laughed at her reaction. Ciara jumped forward, and her leg swung towards me, but I immediately avoi
“What a beautiful dripping mess you are, Azalia.”A warm exhale fanned my neck, a trail of scorching kisses from Zakael followed afterwards. His head was buried on the crook of my neck as he rubbed my wetness. The wet damp of his lips on my skin was as addicting as feeling blood spatters on cheek. He licked, nipped every inch of my bare neck. I swear I could feel them already bruising.“Do you want me to stop?” He asked, biting my shoulder.Do I? I was too busy being a moaning mess for me to stop him. I was enjoying this as much as he does. Am I seriously considering this?“This isn’t fair.” I murmured, heavy breathing and wet strands sticking all over my face. I gripped onto his arms so hard that my nails clawed his skin. His fingers were perfect, slowly tormenting my sensitive folds. A finger slid inside of me as his thumb rubbed my clit. Heat erupted from my core like fire. I was so close to a release. My desperate cry of pleasure intensified; Zakael knew I was close.I hear Zakae
That night I slept like a baby. I slept better than I had in years. Zakael’s embrace was warm and tight, it almost felt like home. But it was just one night. I doubt there would be another chance of us sleeping together in one bed. I won’t allow it. Today, Zakael is just working from home. Meanwhile, Lewis was nowhere to be found. He mentioned that he’s needed at the agency for last week’s report. Ruby sent me an email of Zakael’s schedule and meetings for this week and the next. His schedule is packed as hell. I wouldn’t last a day in such a tedious job like his. Maybe, I’m just not meant for corporate jobs. I want to be out there more in the field, you know? Like tormenting people… Wrapping the clean robe around my body, I stepped out of the bathroom. But before I could walk all the way to the closet, I noticed a huge box sitting on the edge of my bed. It was a white box with a logo that shimmered in rose gold. It was a designer brand and I know an expensive designer when I see on
"Do you understand?" Zakael asked. "Yes." The word escaped my mouth hesitantly. I could not for a second, recognize my own voice. It was the tone of submission; my voice was so soft and dripping with acquiescence. It’s not often you can see Azalia Davis in a state of submission. Zakael stared at every inch of my face; half of my face was darkened with blood and I just hoped it’s dark enough for him to not notice. His thumb ran over my cheek, rubbing off a spatter of blood near my eye. I looked for a single emotion in his eyes… anything. Fear? Concern? Disgust? But I looked and there was none. Zakael looked at me calmly, almost too calm for a normal person. My clothes were soaked with blood that isn’t mine. I know my job is dangerous. It involved hurting and killing people. I could be in danger anytime. It’s a part of our job as agents. Zakael slowly withdrew his hand from my face. "You should wash up and rest." He said softly. "Zakael." I called his name in a soft whisper, almos
"Frank!" My mom cried loudly. A gunshot blew heavily and deafeningly inside a dark room, along with my mom's sobbing. She repeatedly yelled the name of her husband, but my dad wasn’t budging. My dad was dead on the ground, bloody and bruised. It took only one second for that pistol to fire right through my dad’s head. "Frank!" My mom cried my dad’s name as if he would wake up anytime soon. His body was starting to get colder in her arms. The warmth of his skin and the life in his eyes were now slowly fading away. "Mom?" A faint voice echoed inside the living room of our house, and I walked out of my bedroom silently. I looked over to the man who was holding a white handkerchief. It was still fresh in my mind—this memory that would scar me forever. I saw how that man pointed a gun at my dad. How calmly he pulled the trigger, like it was just a normal day at work. Unknowingly, I memorized the face, the gestures, and the physique of my father’s killer. Seeing a loved one die right bef
It was six in the morning when I received a message from Ciara. She wanted to go meet up for coffee. It was a surprise that the lady devil could actually wake up that early for coffee, or was it for gossip? I drove to Ciara’s go-to café, the one near her place and twenty miles from Zakael’s house. How convenient for Ciara, really. Lewis already drove Zakael to work, as I instructed my co-agent because today is going to be a big day. At least for Gaspar Zaragoza. Maybe today is a good day to die? “Bitch, where the hell are you?” Ciara asked on the other line. A loud sound of sipping and shaking ice cubes came seconds after. “I’m already here, C. I’ll hang up now.” I lowered my phone and slid it back into my pocket. The place was almost empty this morning. It’s still early, and most customers were students and a few employees were getting their usual orders. I searched the place and easily found Ciara sitting on the far corner near the glass windows. A smirk graced my lips as I wal
I let out a deep sigh, leaning my elbows over the bar counter, lazily watching people coming inside and out of Clementine. I would usually drop my side jobs as soon as the agency hands me a new mission. Maybe it’s time for me to quit my job as a bartender. The only reason why I took the bartending job is because I liked doing it. However, babysitting a grown ass man can be a little time-consuming. The loud booming music inside the club wasn't enough to interrupt my train of thoughts. It's been days since Ruby handed me the side mission. Gaspar Zaragoza is a lot stupider than I thought for not being able to hide his location. Oh, well, no one can really hide from my badass friend, Deize Smith. The woman can track down anything. However, the bastard’s date of death hasn’t been decided yet. I'm waiting for the right time and the right place. I have to be fast, though; it's not supposed to take more than a week to execute side missions. At least not for the agency’s top agents. “Switch?”
I laughed tiredly after taking a sharp punch from Ciara. We were blowing off some steam today at the agency. The gym clothes we’re wearing are now soaked with sweat. An hour has passed yet we still moved at an incredible speed. Of course, we were trained for this. We're practically savage animals fighting with every ounce of strength we have. Bullets of sweat were dripping off our faces and arms. “You're getting weaker, Az. What happened? Aren’t you getting a little too laid back at your mission now?” Ciara teased. Oh, you didn't just say that. I pushed my body forward and aimed for a punch on her ribs, making Ciara wince in pain. I aimed for another punch, but this time Ciara dodged it pretty quickly. I smirked before going down and sliding my slender legs, hitting Ciara on the ankle with so much force that she stumbled backward. “You bitch,” Ciara muttered, holding back a smile. I laughed at her reaction. Ciara jumped forward, and her leg swung towards me, but I immediately avoi
I crossed my legs and waited in my seat. Sam was busy typing behind the monitor. I'm currently with Sam outside Zakael’s office, and it’s past lunchtime. “Why is the meeting taking so long?” I asked, calmly biting the inside of my cheeks. I may be calm on the outside, but I am one impatient woman. Sam chuckled, “He’ll be out shortly.” “You said that five minutes ago.” “He’ll be out shortly,” Sam repeated, smiling at how impatient I can be. I sighed and slouched in my seat. My gaze shifted to a white folder in my hand. This was the file of those Spaniards who attacked us at Clementine. It was given to me earlier when I dropped by the agency today. I wanted to ask Zakael about the file. Zakael's father, Zacharios Dela Priego, the current President of DPRE, mentioned something about a syndicate group with the name Asparago. That's the only clue the agency got so far. Asparago. Once the door of his office busted open, a tall man walked outside. He had long dark hair. His lips wore
Monday mornings are usually not that busy, especially for me when I’m not assigned for a mission. Usually, the agency gives me execution missions, and not like this one. It’s been a while since I was tasked to be a bodyguard. My usual day would be waking up late and then working as a bartender at night. However, today is different; it is my mission to protect Zakael Dela Priego, the next president of a well-known company running in the city. I had to wake up extra early as it is my client’s schedule to start at six in the morning. This is it. It’s my first day at the company. It’s good that we get to spend the weekend together at home. I thought he’s just like any other billionaire, spoiled and playful, but it turned out there’s more to the man than pride and riches. He can be caring at times, not that I’m complaining. During that short time, I got to know his other sides, and maybe he’s not like most boys I met. I pulled my car outside the house. It is safer to take my car since i