Young assassin Valentine goes undercover as an assistant for a bossy unforgiving women what happens when Valentine has to control her murderous rage and not killer the breathtaking boss lady
Alexandria pov Waking up to a pounding headache, and my body is so comfy and relaxed that I almost don't realize I'm not in my room. Groaning slightly I open my eyes to see a dark room very pretty and classy wait don't tell me I slept with some stranger I'm married for crying out loud Looking to the source of my comfort with and arm around my waist my head in her chest I have to turn slightly to see the one person who has been on my mind non stop valentine I study her looking down at her half naked body I see tattoos and scars I'm not sure which cover more of her skin she he a lot of both How did she get such deep and nasty scars I wonder just as I was about to touch them her hand stops me Wait how did she see my hand moving with her eyes closed She opens them slowly those blue grey eyes with specks of green and yellow. Just gorgeous " valentine?" I question now reality hitting that I'm in bed with my employee Oh ad I'm married " did I.. Did we? " I start to question she laughs wow what an amazing sound " oh God no you got drunk and wanted to stay over an refused the couch and I wasnt gonna sleep their either" she speaks as she raises out of bed oh damn that body she has a six pack with a strong v line and is that morning wood? " besides if we fucked you wouldn't be able to move those pretty little legs today" she smirks then looks down at what I'm staring at That thing is huge and I'm not even seeing it fully she just stretches and grabs a a big button up walking off like I didn't just see her hard dick She just casually walked away getting out of her bed I go the same way she did finding her at the kitchen island drinking a coffee on her laptop her button up over her shoulders open
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I can't help but stare Shaking my head " did u make me a coffee " I question she looks up at me with indifference " no but the machine is over there help yourself " she looks up for a second going back to her laptop Ughhh so rude I grab her coffee before she can react and take a long drink coughing at the harsh taste " is there vodka in this " I cough again before taking a mother drink to indeed find the taste of vodka and plain black coffee not to bad just needs some creamer "i like my coffee strong" she shrugs taking her cup back and drinking it calmly watching me from above the rim of her cup Oh god those eyes " u can have the rest" she slides me her half drank coffee and my heart flutters " thank you " I take the cup sitting across from her not responding she types away Deciding I'm hungry I start my way around the kitchen pulling out pans and ingredients opening many cabinets since I don't know where anything is " what are u doing " she smooth Italian voice sending shivers down my spine " what's it look like " I speak not looking at her " that your messing up my kitchen " she stands makings her way infront of me" I'm trying to make us some breakfast " I place my hands on my hips I watch as her eyes roam my body Her eyes turning to a darker color I continue doing what I was doing her watching me the whole time making me feel things I shouldn't " can u keep your eyes to your self " I finally say as I'm flipping a pancake "I can but then the way you move around this kitchen would go to waste" she slightly licks her lip before turning back to her laptop I finish making us some breakfast sitting a plate in front of her she looks surprised " what you didn't think I was cooking all of that for myself " I speak watching as she shrugs "I can't remember the last time someone cooked for me" she speaks softly for the first time since she's been back "Well don't get used to it, I was starving" I watch as she picks up her fork digging in and devouring her food within 5 minutes I slowly eat mine " there's more on the stove" i speak cutting my pancakes "that was truly delightful" valentine licks her full pink lips Valentines pov After i finish of the rest of the eggs and pancakes i decide its probably time to take Adria home "ill give you a lift to your place" i try to smile at her she just nods i grab my keys and motion her out the door the ride is mostly silent she points out the directions I can't help but notice how shut off she's been since i mentioned taking her back home. Pulling into a huge mansion trope thing she gets out of the car I go to follow and say my good byes but she stops me "ill see you tomorrow Val'' she speaks quietly getting out of the car just as there front door is thrown open a man looking to be in his mid 40s stares at Dria with distaste grabbing her arm rather ruff i decide to step out of the car''Your hurting the lady" i speak as he stares me down "so she's my wife i can do whatever i please with her " she tightens his grip and i see her face contort in pain "I don't think that's how marriages work" my voice lack of emotions " what's it to you her own father don't even care enough to o save his baby girl so why do u" he hisses pulling his hand back "is that why you were gone all. Night fucking this little boy' his hand goes flying towards her face my feet after moving before i even have a chance to stop them i grab his wrist twisting it behind his back before he can slap the daylights out of this women '' unfortunately your wife is very faithful , I'm not sure why tho you disgusting" i hiss braking his wrist easily he drops to the ground clutching his hand screaming profanities "get out of my house you unfaithful Bitch" he yells as Alexandria tries to look at his broken wrist "he slaps her with the other hand this time I'm to slow to stop the hit, her head flips back from the force i walk up returning the hit with double the force knocking him clean out "what kind of filth lays hands on women" i mutter to myself looking behind me at a broken looking Alexandria my heart flutters "come on" my voice much softer than I could've imagined picking her up bridal style she doesn't argue she stares off eyes void of emotions
