Chapter Five

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Crue Anderson

It's the next day, and I still couldn't get that girl out my head. Her lips, her ass, her soft hair -
(PLAY BACK) After I lifted her head to connect our lips again, I carried my hands to her hair and pulled on it. It's soft so soft. It slips through my fingers perfectly. (PRESENT TIME) So prefect. How can someone look so strong and independent but feel so fragile.

I got waken up by my bedroom door being open, and Alena came into view. I don't think she knows that not every day my soul can take her. I turned away from her and covered my head with the pillow. She came and grap it, and with a groan, I got up and went to the bathroom to freshen up. I was only wearing my boxers, and when I got up, Alena eyes couldn't stay off me.

For some reason, that didn't turn me on like it used to.

After finishing, I put on a black suit and black shoes they brought me. I came out of the bathroom, walked past Alena, and went to the car she came in. Bloody hell did my head hurt. I can't even remember drinking that much. Did I become a lightweight?

Alena came in the car and told the driver the address, and he sped off without a second thought.

"You look a mess, and what's that on your neck?"

I knew she would have left a mark, so I'm not surprised. The way she suck felt amazing, but as I took a look at Alena, her eyes were filled with jealousy. Really?

I really don't need her to talk to me right now. I roll my eyes in response. "Today's where I take you to our meeting house and the mission starts tonight and you had to pick last night of all nights to get fucked up." Ugh the use of words made me cringed. I mean she wasn't wrong but right now I don't need to hear any of what she got to say.

She sighed and turned back to the front.
Don't really care about her feelings right now.

We made it to a house not too far from the one I grew up in. Elena thought it would be a good no great idea for her to be close to us in case of anything.

We got out of the car and went inside. It isn't too bad. It's nice, actually it's beautiful. The interior of the house makes it feel warm and like a home. I didn't get more time to look around. After a few minutes, we reached my suppose partner in all this showed up.

I went to the kitchen for some water. I'm really not in the mood for people, especially with my spinning head. I took a glass and full in with water from the tap. As I turned around, my stomach did a flip at the sight of her.

The glass stopped mid-air by my lips. Her short curls made her look so cute it's insane. What's more insane is her natural beauty. She's not white nor dark skin she's in between, which makes her even more breathtaking.

She's wearing black leather boots with pink leather jeans and a pink crop jacket.

Her eyes are the most beautiful shade of light brown I've even seen, and her smile is gorgeous she's gorgeous. Last night in the club I couldn't see her properly and now that I can I think it's love at first sight.

"Hey Mr Anderson, come meet your partner." Alena called over to me, and when our eyes met, she didn't seem shocked to see me. Does she not remember me? I mean, we kissed outside of a club less than twelve hours ago.

I walked over to them after placing the glass down, and only then did I notice her same blond friend from before. She's wearing the shortest pants I've ever seen and an oversized crop top paired with white slippers. Okay then.

"So this is Rose, and you guys are going to make it seem like you're engaged. Mr Anderson, Rose is the highest ranking assassin, and Rose Mr Anderson is your... well, yeah." She watched Rose up and down.

"Nice to meet you, Rose." All of a sudden, my head stopped spinning. Actually, it stopped the second I saw her.

"Hey," I catch myself smiling at her words.

"Mr Anderson smiling, huh? This morning, you were so grumpy I could have swear you would bite my head off."

Alena made her comment, and my smile dropped instantly.

Rose turned to her friend and I heard her friend said, "Bitch vibes indeed" They both rolled their eyes and I then noticed they were holding hands then blonde put her head on Rose shoulder. I turned away at the sight.

"Well, you guys make yourself comfortable. Your mission starts tonight. This house will be used for important meetings." Alena watched the both of us then came up to me and whisper in my ears, "My room isn't too far from yours."

Then she left. Rose took her friend hand and went upstairs. I have a feeling this is going to be a long and stressful mission.

After a few hours passed and I hadn't talked to Rose, I decided that we needed to talk about last night and get things straight. I need to let her know that I don't mix business with pleasure.

On the way to the room, I overhead them talking about something which I couldn't make out clearly. Then I heard laughter and the door opened. Oh, my bloody hell.

"What are you doing?" The blonde asked me with the same confused look on her face as Rose.

"I um I need to talk to Rose, please." She watched her friend, smiled, then walked away but not before fake tripping and placing her hands on my chest. "Sorry," she said, then turned and walked off.

"Yes?"

Hearing her voice is like a drug calling out to me, and no matter what I do, I can't say no.

"About last night -" Before I could finish, she stopped me, "Last night? We met last night?" She looked at me like I was crazy and like I'm bothering her. What's her bloody problem already?

"Look, dude, if we made out good for you because I make out with a lot of people when I go clubbing, so don't go making yourself feel special about it."

Dude? I stood there at the loss of words and watched her in complete shock.

She winked at me, then walked past me and headed downstairs. She doesn't remember me? And how many guys does she kiss at clubs? I moved my jaw around a bit as my eyes hardened and narrowed as I watched her walk away.

Fine since she wanna play like she doesn't remember me even though I know she does, well I don't really know if she do or not I mean I didn't see her drinking so she wasn't drunk.

But since she wanna play that game, then fine, we'll play that game.

We'll play your game little flower.

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