Mastermind || Aaron Hotchner

Chapter 8 - Sofia

After Aaron dropped me off, I sat around my apartment for about an hour. I took a shower and prepared my bags for my appointments in the afternoon. Then I headed out to run some errands.

I paid a visit to my storage unit. This is basically my office and I've made it absolutely ergonomic and invisible. It's not in my name and payments are made automatically through another bank account. I have my own portable power supply and hotspot. I never take my car here or bring my phone with me. I never make noise and I never talk to anyone around here to prevent giving them time to take a good look at me.

As soon as I close the door, I open my safe. I drop the few fake ID's I was keeping at the apartment just in case Aaron visits later. I lock it again and close the cabinet. I sit at my desk and put a pair of gloves on. Then I grab the case I brought in and I open my new purchase; a brand new combat knife. I love how clean and shiny they always look straight out of the box. Such a shame they get all covered in the blood of some scumbag. And this one has 'Jonathan M. Guller' written all over it.

A buddy of mine provides me with them and I pay him generously in order to keep his mouth shut. It's an expense I have to make and I've come to trust him after finding out about some other activities of his. If he betrays him, I can destroy him.

I place the knife back in its box and leave it under my desk for now. I open my laptop and continue my research on Jonathan M. Guller.

Jonathan M. Guller, 52 years old, CEO of D-Star, a marketing company in Denver, Colorado. He has a beautiful and very young wife Maria Guller, 26, and a babyboy who's almost a year old. They got married last year right before the baby was born. Maria used to work as his secretary at D-Star; which sounds like a pornstar's name.

Unfortunately, she's not the only one Jonathan had his eyes on. According to my sources, he has been sexually harassing almost every female in their 20s that works in his company. He threatens to fire and destroy them if they don't go out with him.

And because he's such a good guy, he is frequently donating to the local police forces, so he has a good relationship with them.

The two women that tried to report him got suddenly fired from the company for stealing and are getting sued. Now, more of them are scared of him but don't want to quit because this is the beginning of their careers and not many companies hire people with little to no experience these days.

After talking with some people and visiting D-Star to see the issue for myself, I agreed to take care it. And the two lovely ladies that came in contact with me sent me the first half of my payment as soon as we signed our contract. I love clients like them, and I owe them a satisfying outcome. They deserve better.

I know what time Jonathan goes to work. I know his schedule -his fed-up secretary is sharing it with me. I know what time he leaves for lunch. I know where he goes for lunch. I know what he orders in every place he goes. I know what he likes to eat and drink. I know who he chooses to flirt with out of his office -I know his type; blond, blue eyes, slim, tall, babyfaced, shy. I know where he hangs out after work. And I know what hotel he checks in when he takes the girls out. This will be very easy.

I get up from my seat and head to the closet on the other side of the unit. I check my wig collection and pick out the one that has long blonde hair with babylights that looks the most natural of all. I take it from the closet and put it on the mannequin. I plan on curling it some day closer to my travel to date. I should also pick out an outfit. Guller's favourite color is blue.

I check the time and realize I should be get going. I sit in my chair again and proceed to wipe my laptop clean.

However, I can't resist the urge to look up Aaron again. In the last week, I spent so much time watching old press conferences of his -probably more than I'd like to admit. The suit, the straight posture, the reassuring deep voice... And I can't stop looking at that handsome damn face of his. Watching him gives me the vibe 'I have my life together, and I can take care of you'. Fucking daddy issues...

And that obsession has grown so much worse now that I know how he feels and tastes like. I've never been more glad to not have killed a guy. And I've never been more excited to see or talk to a man. We have such good chemistry and sex. He gets me wet just by talking, like he did in the car this morning. Who does that? While driving?!

I take a deep breath and land myself back to reality. I turn the hotspot and the power off in my storage unit. I shut the door and make sure my locks are in place.

I return to my apartment, pick up my work gear and head to my appointments. In the car, I check my phone and see a missed call and a text from Aaron.

Hotchner
Just making sure you
have my number

Me
Got it. Sorry for not answering,
I took a short nap before work

Hotchner
No problem. Call me
when you get off work

Me
Will do.
Black or red panties?

Hotchner
No panties

Me
Hm... I'll think about it

Hotchner
It wasn't a request.

Me
I will think about it

Hotchner
Alright. Spanking it is.

I find myself smiling at my phone because of him again. What's wrong with me?