[COMPLETED] 18+⚠️: Contains mature and sexual content // enemies to lovers
"I hate you." I repeated as I continued to walk toward her, causing her to touch the closed refrigerator with her back as she backed away. "I hate you so much that sometimes...
"Magic is believing in yourself, if you can do that, you can make anything happen." - Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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I should have figured out earlier that Ashley Scott worked for the fucking CIA and was the same agent I thought I killed back then. If Jeff and Will had done their job properly, I wouldn't be in this situation now. So it wasn't entirely my fault. After all, I had been sure I had killed her then.
Apparently that was just a mistake. What kind of drugs was I on then? Crystal meth? I don't know anymore, I was like 19 or something. It doesn't matter now. The fact is that she's still alive and annoying me with her present.
To my regret, she had stayed at the CIA and moved up to a higher level. After all, she talked about being tasked with stopping me and having clearance to do so by any means necessary.
I underestimated her. She can probably do more than just look sexy. Somehow it turned me on that she tried to kill me. The way she had sat on me while fighting and the way she had reacted to my moans when she had pressed the knife to my throat made me hard.
I am not ashamed of still wanting to fuck her, even though I now know she is a CIA agent. I can see past the hatred I feel.
Hate sex is the best anyway.
Of course, we knew about the CIA's red list. They think they are smart and the list is a secret, but everybody with underground contacts knows about the list. It hasn't been a secret for a long time.
I was really disappointed that the CIA didn't start finding us sooner. It would have been fun to watch them fail miserably. It wasn't until Niall was seen that they started the official search. However, I'm sure they've had countless files compiled.
I wonder what's in the file about me. They can't create a psychological profile of me, they just don't know enough. Although, the way I kill and do my jobs might be enough for them.
If I kill Ashley, I can break into her apartment and take the files. It'll be nice to drink with the guys and read the files. We would be like a little book club. Only instead of reading books, we would read our own CIA files. Wouldn't that be fun?
I knew Ashley wouldn't kill me. Even though she said it was just because she wanted to ask me questions, I'm sure she had other things on her mind. No matter what her reasons were for not cutting my throat immediately, I was still alive in the end. Just as I had suspected.
That's the weakness of all the officers. They have to obey the law. And they prefer to lock people up rather than kill them.
Anyway, who would have thought that this evening would end like this? During our little fight has dear Ashley hit me with a knife in the shoulder and kicked in my crotch so that I sank to the ground.
