The Love of Lady Dimitrescu X Female Reader || One-Shots

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You finished tying your shoelace and stood up. The messiness of the bed made your skin tingle with pleasure. Sharing this two-room suite with your fellow agent last night was bliss. Your mission was accomplished, the files containing the nation's secrets were secured in the briefcase, and you had the heart of the woman you loved. Things couldn't get any better.

"Irina? Are you almost ready? Our flight leaves at eleven."

"I'm going to be running late." A black-haired woman wearing dark-red lipstick stepped out of the bathroom in her gray sculpted suit. Her umber shoes matched yours. She looked as stunning as ever. "Why don't you head to the airport? I'll meet you there."

"Are you sure?" You went to reach for the ebony case. "I don't mind waiting."

"I insist." She walked over to you to peck you on the lips. Her breath smelled of mint. "Here's your bag. I'll bring the case."

You nodded and took your duffle bag from her. "I'll see you there, then. Want me to grab something for you? Have you eaten?"

"I'm fine. I'm not too hungry at this hour. Besides, you were enough for me last night. I think I'm still full."

Your lips parted out of surprise, causing her to chuckle at your flushed face. "Guard that case with your life."

She saluted you as you left the room. "Trust me, darling. I will."

Halfway to the elevator, you lifted your wrist and realized you didn't have your watch on you. You unzipped and checked your bag for it. Then you realized you had left it in the chest of drawers by the bed. You turned around and headed back to your room, only stopping yourself from opening the door when you overheard Irina speaking to someone on the phone in a language you didn't recognize. It was known that she was fluent in a few languages, yet you weren't familiar with this one.

When she ended her call, you peeked through the crack of the door and observed her going through the now opened briefcase. She was double-checking that all the papers were there before she shut it. You knew right there and then that she could not be trusted. Although you were rather heartbroken that your new lover had betrayed you, in no case could you let her leave this hotel with those secrets.

Her muscles tensed when she heard you come in. She turned toward you, acting aloof and casual. "Anya? I didn't hear you."

It was hard for you to give her direct eye contact. "Sorry. I came back because guess what? I forgot my watch." Knowing where to look, you stalled by pulling out each drawer slowly, deciding how you could take it without conflicting with her. "Found it." You slipped your sterling wristwatch on and clenched your fist to stop your hand from trembling. "I've a bad habit of leaving this behind. See you later." As you were leaving for the second time, you grabbed the briefcase and acted cool about it, hoping she wouldn't say anything.

Irina went on high alert after she watched you pick it up. "Anya? I told you I'd bring that with me."

"I know you did. But since I'm back here, I might as well take it with me. It's not like it's heavy, anyway." You were tempted to quicken your pace, yet it was best to keep it natural. "Now you won't have to carry all of your things and this."

Within inches of you touching the door handle, Irina was fast enough to snatch your wrist before you could open it. "I already told you, I have it."

Her voice was filled with a cold anger. Something you wished to never hear again. Not from her. Not the woman who had spent the previous night sharing the sweet promises and amorous desires of her heart with you.

Gazing up into her stern face, a weak smile limped across your face. "What? You don't trust me?"

Upon seeing fear cloud your features momentarily, she gripped your wrist harder, causing you to wince. "Do you trust me?"