The Spy

Chapter 24

John wakes up in Isabella's bed, feeling content and happy. He looks over and sees Isabella sleeping soundly next to him, her hair in disarray and a small smile on her lips. He can't help but feel grateful for everything that has happened in the past few days.

He gets out of bed quietly, not wanting to wake her up. He goes to the kitchen and starts making coffee, humming to himself. As he waits for the coffee to brew, he thinks about how much his life has changed since he met Isabella. He's done things he never thought he would, like stealing a painting and lying to his superiors.

But despite all that, he knows he wouldn't change a thing. Being with Isabella has brought out a side of him he didn't even know existed. He feels alive and free, like anything is possible.

He hears footsteps behind him and turns to see Isabella walking into the kitchen,  wearing her pajamas. She gives him a sleepy smile and wraps her arms around his waist.

"Good morning," she murmurs, resting her head on his chest.

"Good morning," he replies, kissing the top of her head. "Did you sleep well?"

"I did," she says, looking up at him. "How about you?"

"Better than I have in a long time," he admits, smiling.

John turned her around and lifted her up, seating her on the kitchen counter. He stood between her legs, his hands resting on her hips. Isabella wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. They kissed, their passion building with each passing second.

As they pulled away, John looked into Isabella's eyes, his fingers trailing over her cheek. "I don't want this to end," he whispered.

Isabella's smile widened. "It doesn't have to," she replied, leaning in for another kiss.

They both looked at each other with a mix of longing and desire. Isabella's eyes were dark and smoldering, and John felt a thrill of excitement shoot through him.

Without a word, Isabella took John's hand and led him to the bedroom, her eyes never leaving his. John followed her eagerly, his heart beating faster with every step.

Once they were inside the bedroom, Isabella pushed John gently onto the bed and climbed on top of him, straddling him. She leaned down and kissed him deeply, her hands roaming over his body.

John felt a surge of electricity shoot through him as Isabella's hands trailed down his chest and stomach. He pulled her closer, deepening the kiss even further.

The room was filled with the sounds of their passionate lovemaking, the soft sighs and moans of pleasure blending together in a beautiful symphony.As they finally collapsed onto the bed, exhausted and sated, John wrapped his arms around Isabella and held her close

However, the loud sizzling sound coming from the kitchen brought John back to reality.

He pulled away from Isabella and headed to the kitchen , he looked over to the stove, where he had left an egg frying in a pan. The egg was now burnt and smoking, and the smell was filling the room.

"Shit," John muttered, rushing to the stove. He quickly turned off the burner and removed the pan from the heat. "I'm sorry, I completely forgot about the egg."

Isabella,who had followed him to the kitchen, laughed, "It's okay, John. I think we can skip breakfast this morning."

John turned to face her and smiled, "Yeah, I think we have better things to do."

Isabella smiled back at him, "I couldn't agree more."

Isabella and John ended up on the sofa, wrapped up in each other's arms. John's hand caressed Isabella's hair as she leaned against his chest, both of them basking in the afterglow of their passion.

Isabella looked up at John, a contented smile on her face. "I can't believe this is real," she said, her voice soft.

John chuckled. "I know what you mean. It all feels like a dream."

Isabella traced circles on John's chest with her finger. "I never thought I'd find someone who understood me the way you do," she said.

John brushed a strand of hair away from Isabella's face. "I feel the same way. You're amazing, Isabella."

They lay there in silence for a few moments, enjoying the warmth of each other's company. Isabella looked up at John again, her eyes shining. "Do you think we could make this work?" she asked.

John's heart swelled with hope. "I want to try, if you do," he said.

Isabella leaned up and kissed him softly. "I do," she said. "I really do."

Isabella's phone suddenly rang, interrupting the peaceful moment they were having on the sofa. She reluctantly picked it up and answered, "Hello?"

"Isabella, I need you to come to Egypt immediately. I have already sent a private jet to pick you up," her father's stern voice came through the other end.

Isabella's face fell. "What's going on, Father? Is everything okay?" she asked, her voice tinged with concern.

"There's been a change of plans regarding the Mona Lisa. I need you to come here so we can discuss it in person," her father replied.

"Okay, I'll be there," Isabella replied, hanging up the phone with a sigh.

John looked at her, concern etched on his face. "Is everything okay?" he asked, placing a comforting hand on her arm.

"No, it's not," Isabella replied, her voice heavy. "My father wants me to meet him in Egypt. He says there's been a change of plans regarding the Mona Lisa."

"What do you think he means?" John asked, furrowing his brows.

"I'm not sure," Isabella replied, shaking her head. "But I have a feeling it's not good."

John stood up, walking over to her. "I'll come with you," he said firmly. "We'll figure this out together."

Isabella gave him a grateful smile. "Thank you," she said, her voice soft.

They quickly packed their bags and headed to the private jet that her father had sent. As they boarded the plane, Isabella couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled in the pit of her stomach. She had a bad feeling about what was to come.