[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...
"Opportunities don't happen. You create them." - Chris Grosser
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I love weddings. Free food and alcoholic drinks without any limit. How can you not like them?
Well, Harry seems to really hate them. Ever since we arrived, he seemed to be in a really fucking bad mood. Although, he was like that before, too.
Even when I tried to cheer him up with champagne and bitches, his grim face did not improve. I mean, who doesn't like a good party?
Harry even looks almost quite acceptable when he doesn't pull such a pouty face. But that rarely happens... So the better question is, when is he really in a good mood?
Definitely not on Wednesday's.
He reminds me of that one cat. What's the name of it again? Grumpy Cat? Hmm I think it's dead by now...but that's not the point. That coke we did earlier at least loosened him up a bit. It's about time. After all, we're at a party here. He was completely tense because of the conversation with his little lady earlier, thought she had a plan and wanted to trick him. But is she really that smart? I don't think so.
He really needs to chill. The coke helped. At least a bit. He yells at me less now so I guess that's a good start.
Meanwhile, I've already lost the desire for this plan, I would much rather party all night, pump my body full of alcohol and drugs and then wake up the next morning somewhere on a free lawn. Most likely without clothes, with a heavy hangover and memory gaps with whom I had sex or what I did last night.
That I have not impregnated anyone is really a miracle.
Anyway, the Williamson's mansion is huge. On the way to the toilet I got lost like fucking three times. Just as I was about to turn the corner, thinking that was the right way to get outside again to one of the bars, I almost ran into the little agent who had bitten me. I was just able to take cover behind the corner again.
If she had seen me, we would all have been screwed.
She was standing in the big hall all alone and it would have been my chance to attack her. Since she had her back to me, it would have been so fucking easy that it is already pathetic. I knew immediately that it was her, because you don't forget anass like that so quickly. Her dress flattered her, I must admit that. Of course, never out loud, because she does not deserve my attention.
A mischievous grin arose on my face when I let my eyes wander down her body and saw the beginning of her bandage on her leg. She must still be wearing it because of my knife attack. That's funny.
An all too familiar tingling sensation ran through my hands at the thought of how I was going to make her suffer. Just for the fact that she works for the CIA, I have to torture her. We also did a little research on Ashley's unit where she is one of the members.
