OBSESSION

Three

It took three days to settle in after moving. Veronica had started working immediately, leaving Billie at home to do most of the packing. Today was finally the day she finished everything. With Veronica working and Lula at school, Billie decided to allow just one person from CRO back into her life. Safe to say that Zoe was absolutely elated to see her best friend after months of being MIA.

Formerly blonde, Zoe's hair was now dyed chestnut brown but it was the same striking blue eyes Billie knew and loved.

The moment Billie walked into the studio and Zoe caught her eye, she was wrestled to the ground and attacked with more kisses and a few verbal assaults.

“Where the fuck were you,” and “How could you just leave me” was what came in between being squeezed until her eyes almost popped and having kisses slapped across her cheeks. Billie, after escaping the onslaught, managed to explain everything that happened to her throughout the past few months.

All the while, Zoe squeezed her hand and listened while tears rolled down her cheeks. When she was finished, her best friend took her into her embraced. “God, I'm so sorry, Billie. I had no idea.”

“I'm okay now, seriously.”

Zoe smiled through the tears pouring down her cheeks. “I can't believe CRO would do that. Are they allowed to do that?”

“I don't know,” Billie shrugged. “They had to make it look like I'd scammed him so that there was a reason I left without saying anything, but I'm guessing it was also make sure that if I ever went back to him, he wouldn't entertain me.”

Zoe shook her head, her eyebrows drawn in frustration. Billie had been frustrated for a while, she was sick of it now. She was sick of crying as well. And being in pain all the time. It drained the best of her. Since Shark came back, Billie realized that she was free now, from CRO and all the responsibilities that came with it.

“I need your help with something,” she then dictated, making Zoe raise her eyebrows to her in question. “You've been a stripper before, right? Tons of times for assignments or whatever?”

Zoe nods pridefully. She was good at what she did. Every other assignment needed a femme fatale and she played that role so excruciatingly well that there was not one failed mission that she was involved in. Perhaps it was because her alluring body or her charming looks that made men drop to their knees and gawk to oblivion.

“I need you to make me a stripper, Zoe.”

First, she is quiet. Billie watched as her expression goes from wide shocked eyes to wide excited eyes. And then, she hops up and hollers to the top of her lungs, “Yes! Yes, finally! Oh my God, yes!” Then she's back down and tackling Billie on the floor. “You're finally going to be a sexy goddess!”

Billie laughs, “Can you just shut the fuck up and listen to me?”

“Oh I'm sorry that I'm so excited for my best friend to finally be showing off all the potential that her gorgeous body has. Do you know how long I've been begging you to at least learn how to be a Femme Fatale?”

Billie replied fast enough, “Since we were sixtee—”

“Since the day your sexy body was six-fucking-teen years old!”

“God, Zoe, you sound like a predator.”

“The real victim here is me. Imagine all those missions we would have aced, with those tits and my ass, we would have been fucking unstoppable.”

Billie grimaced. The girl was passionate about her work, that was for sure. It was no wonder she wanted to share it with Billie. Although, Billie never found interest in such things. She preferred assignments with more action, where she would have go fight or run or jump. Anything to get her blood pumping.