Contagious || Ghost x Fem

𝐍𝐨 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲

Isabela's husband eventually swept her away to the dance floor, leaving you with an opportunity to execute your mission. As the music swirled around the room, you gracefully twirled your champagne glass, your eyes occasionally locking with Diego's, who seemed to be watching you intently. "I see you eyeing me, chica. Come over here," his voice finally called out, breaking through the ambient chatter of the room.

Your heart skipped a beat as you made eye contact with Diego, a rush of adrenaline coursing through you. With calculated poise, you sauntered over to where he stood, all the while hoping that Ghost was keeping a close eye on you from his vantage point. You gracefully walk over with a smile, exuding confidence as you approach Diego. "Have a seat, eh?" he invites, gesturing to the spot beside him. You comply, taking a seat while trying to maintain a subtle distance. However, Diego pulls you closer, his gaze penetrating as he studies you.

"Como se llama?" he inquires, his tone laced with curiosity. "Soy Veronica," you reply smoothly, masking any nervousness with practiced ease. His surprise is evident as he registers your response. "Check it out, the gringa knows Spanish," he remarks, a smirk playing on his lips. You offer a fake laugh in response, concealing any hint of discomfort. "Who invited you?" he probes further, his gaze shifting towards Isabela. You follow his gaze and nod in confirmation. "Isabela did," you respond, keeping your tone casual. A nearby man interjects, identifying Isabela as "Ah, Paulo's wife," to which you simply nod in acknowledgment.

Diego's demeanor shifts as he begins to flirt, his gaze lingering suggestively as he leans in closer. "So, Veronica," he begins, his voice low and husky, "what brings a beautiful woman like you to a place like this?" His hand grazes your arm, sending a shiver down your spine as you instinctively pull back slightly. You offer a polite smile, trying to maintain composure despite his advances. "Just here to enjoy the party," you reply casually, attempting to deflect his attention. However, Diego persists, his charm undeterred as he leans in even closer, his breath hot against your ear.

"Ah, but I can think of a few better ways to enjoy ourselves," he whispers suggestively, his words sending a chill down your spine. You shift uncomfortably in your seat, acutely aware of the precarious situation you're in. Despite feeling uneasy, you play along, reminding yourself of the mission's urgency. With a forced smile, you respond to Diego's advances, subtly steering the conversation toward the possibility of privacy.

"Well, Diego," you purr, matching his suggestive tone, "I must admit, I do enjoy a bit of privacy now and then." You meet his gaze with feigned interest, hoping he takes the bait. Diego's eyes light up with interest, clearly intrigued by your suggestion. "A woman after my own heart," he murmurs, his grin widening as he rises from his seat. "Come, let's find somewhere more... intimate." As Diego leads the way, you follow closely, your mind racing with the gravity of the mission ahead. Each step brings you closer to your objective, but also deeper into the heart of danger. 

"She's done it." As Soap's voice crackles over the comms, you resist the urge to respond, knowing that silence is your greatest ally in this delicate situation. "Not just yet Johnny". Ghost's words offer a glimmer of hope, a reminder that the mission is far from over. 

Once you get in his room, Diego's hands move to lift your dress, but you gently but firmly halt his advances, a subtle yet unmistakable gesture of resistance. Sensing the shift in your demeanor, his expression flickers with confusion, his desire momentarily overshadowed by uncertainty. "What's wrong, mi amor?" he murmurs, his voice laced with a hint of frustration as he searches your eyes for answers. You then get close to his ear and whisper, "I like foreplay."