"What I hate most of all is how much I love you."
His hand lifts up and gingerly cups my left cheek. My head naturally leans into his warm touch, almost like a reflex. He was the eye of the storm of emotions that raged within me. He was the source...
"You know sweetheart.. you haven't told me your name yet."
In my mind I grimaced, but I had to keep my facade up in order to complete my assignment for tonight, which was to poison the man that was sitting in front of me.
"I'm just playing a little game of hard to get right now, but I promise you'll find out soon enough." I flashed a small smile at him before taking a sip of my own drink.
"Is there anything I can do to work towards that name of yours?" The man looked deep into my eyes.
"You know what? I would love another apple juice from the bar."
I leaned back into my seat as he stood up from our booth.
"For sure darling, I'll only be a second."
As soon as he was out of sight, I quickly reached into my purse and opened a small vial of liquid.
I kept my movements subtle and casual so that no one would get suspicious of me as the liquid fell into his glass of liquor.
The man came back just as I had finished slipping the empty vial back into my purse.
"Your drink my dear."
I took a small sip of the liquid in case if he had also laced any substances into it while he was away.
He mirrored my movements by taking a healthy gulp of his drink.
Victory is mine once again.
Just as expected, I get an "emergency" call from my partner who is pretending to be my sister in urgent need of my presence.
"Laura? What why are you crying? Is everything okay?" My voice was heavenly coated in concern along with my expression.
"Oh my god, okay I'm on my way just try not to panic." I ended the call and abruptly stood up with my purse slung over my right shoulder.
"Is everything okay?" The man asked while also standing up.
"No, my sister is six months pregnant right now and is having a miscarriage. I have to go take her to the hospital, because she's home alone." I spoke fast to sell the urgency of the situation.
"Thank you so much for the juice, I wish this night could've lasted longer."
Before he could get a word out, I was already turned around and speed walking to get out of the bar.
While weaving through the maze of people drunkly dancing and stumbling to the music, I caught a glimpse of the most handsomest man I've ever laid my eyes upon.
Wavy long black strands of hair cascaded over his chestnut coloured eyes. Rosie lips, and flawless tan skin, he was the definition of art.
Our eyes made eye contact, but not for long. I couldn't stop and talk to anyone in this situation. My main goal right now was to hustle out of this club and back to my hotel room where I can have a phone call with my boss.
The engine of my work car awakened with a roar, and I was out of the parking lot in a flash.
The man that I had just assassinated was Andrew Painter. Assassinating him was a small job that didn't require me to know a lot about his background information.
If my mission was bigger, then I would have to look deeper into his background to make my job easier and sell my fake facade off better.
My mind drifted off, and that handsome strangers face emerged into my thoughts.
Sometimes working as a hit man/woman was a bit depressing in the fact that I couldn't have much of a romantic life. I did t want to endanger anyones life that had meaning to me. But if tonight was different, if I wasn't an assassin, I would've definitely asked that man for his number.
I allowed my mind to wonder off and enjoy the night time car ride to my hotel room.
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