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Jackson: He was on top of me.

He was inside of me.

Not the inside information that I was initially suppose to get.

He was mesmerizing. He held power in a way that turned on even the driest of women.

Me. Well. I. Am. Not. So...

Dry.

Well not anymore.

I never needed a man to make me feel the way he did.

I had my ways and my toys.

Currently walking into my bosses office to file my report. I had nerves in my belly that would put a tsunami to shame.

My boss could spot a lie from the minute I started to think it. She was a lie detector from a foreign family of spies that got immunity in the country.

I have never successfully told her a lie and today would be no different.

I push the door open and walk over to the chair in front of her desk.

She looks up from her computer and shakes her head.

I stop just an inch away from the chair.

"How the fuck did you know?!" I smile.

She chuckles and continues to shake her head.

"Being trained as a professional assassin, that's one and two, there are exactly three hickies on your neck and teeth marks on your face under your chin..." she stands from her desk and walks around to me " I have more, but the walk tells me you were stretched the fuck out, he must be big as hell"

She takes the seat in front of her desk and spins around to look me in the eyes.

"Besides the point, I'm glad you finally got laid." She smirks.

I nod and head for her seat on the other side of the desk.

She turns around as I sit in her chair and we share a knowing gaze.

On her computer screen was a picture of me in my blue dress from last night, hair in a near messy bun and my heels in my hand.

The picture shows me doing the definition and of a walk of shame.

I close my eyes for a brief moment and then say " The shipment that we predicted to leave on Monday, left last week Thursday and a new set is coming in tomorrow; Monday"

She smirks.

"That fucking bastard knows, we know" her smirk turns into a full blown smile.

I stand. And click through the pictures that are in the file.

I see one of him.

He's in a navy blue suit and his face is stoic, his brows knitted and both hands are in his pants pockets.

He's talking to a curvy brunette that looks to be about 5ft something. She looks like she eats bullets for breakfast.

He looks so handsome and strong looking, dang I can definitely judge this book by it's covers.

Wink.

"Hey, pretty lady..." I look up at Rza. She smiles and gestures to files on her desk. "Look at your new mission."

I look at the heap of files and see my name in bold letters at the top.

I take the Manila file and open it.

It reads:

If this mission is something you wish to not accept you will be terminated and brought to the head.

I pause and look up at Rz.

Any morals that you may or may not possess burn them at the stake.

This organization does not tolerate insubordination. Now that all matters are addressed.

You will marry:
JACKSON KALIVÁR.

You are now and forever a member of the Cheng's.

My head snaps up and I look Rza directly in the eyes.

I grit my teeth and as evenly as I can say "You can't be serious Rz, this man, this marriage?.." I place the folder down as gently as possible and step away from the desk.

"Ki, this isn't up to me...Dad, he isn't backing down on this." She shakes her head and stands.

"He isn't giving up on it and neither am I, this is potential and power that we've never thought of having before, until now that is..."

"So you're just going to let Dad pimp me out for power?!" I almost scream.

She looks me dead in the eyes and smirks.

"Think of it this way, you fucked him already so marriage won't be much different, you can ride and glide on his dick all day long and it won't be an arranged sham because you like him..." she stands and walks around to her desk while I move to the door.

"When is he coming back?" I ask my hand above the door knob.

"Next four months, by then he needs you to have made some type of progress." She gives me one last fleeting smile and returns to her work.

There goes my sister, the business mogul.