• Smoke And Mirrors • (GxG)

Two: Denial.

Alessandra

I was not supposed to fuck her... But holy hell was last night amazing.

Those moans and that dress, and that breathtaking scent she wore... The challenge in her deep brown eyes, in her subtle smile, and feeling all the fight within her crumble beneath my touch. Rendering me to have conquered yet another obstacle.

The thrill of it. The thrill of her, even though I hate her.

Cheyenne Lloyd is my most complicated mission by far. Everything she is and represents, I can't stand. And yet, it's my job to get closer to her. To know her, to befriend her, and to find out everything about that God awful family through her.

Because, of course, she knows nothing.

Your typical spoiled brat who treats people like shit and would pry a pair of designer shoes out of the hands of a homeless woman. The type of girl who thinks money grows on trees and who parties for a career, just because she can. The one who can't see past her own nose and always gets her way.

Always.

But then again, so do I...

Leaving the suite that I'd only entered once last night, I held the ankles of my heels in one hand on my way through the door, the woman in the bed still asleep the way I intended.

Barefoot and wild haired, I checked the hall while walking toward the stair exit, knowing it would lead me to a back door within the hotel, where eyes didn't reside as much. With my dress from last night back on my body, I pushed the door open, my eyes catching sight of my ride. The peace and quiet of dawn hung in the air, chilling my exposed skin and blowing a little at my dress as I waltzed up to the passenger door to hop inside.

With one hand on the black leather wheel, Ivory studied me while I pulled the small square mirror down to check myself over.

Not too bad...

"Seriously Blaze??" Saying nothing, I slapped the mirror shut before sitting back in nonchalance, a smirk threatening to curve at my lips. Ivory sighed and shook her head before checking the side mirror to pull off. "Hyacinth is gonna have your ass."

For sleeping with an assignment, but especially for sleeping with that assignment. I know I know I know, believe me I hate myself enough for it.

About to roll my eyes, I merely sighed.

"Not if she doesn't know..." Looking to my left to layer her with a twinkle-eyed smirk, I arched an eyebrow.

"Fine," Ivory grumbled, the two of us now facing the road as she began speeding down the road. " I'm not saving your ass if she asks me by the way, I hope you know that."

"Just don't give her a reason to suspect and we won't have any problems." My grin was sarcastic, but so was hers as she mirrored it to mock me.

Such a prude.

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Thoughts, and regrets, of last night crept through the back of my mind. Annoyed by it, I mentally swatted them away as Ivory and I walked side by side into the ground level of Jr. Headquarters, the black swaying of my hair contrasting the red of hers.

Not having slept last night at all, for I never slept on missions, I felt myself being in great need of an espresso shot for the next one coming up.

Entering the dome for sparring and training, I went into the locker room, grabbing what I needed to shower and dress. Orders being called could be heard amidst the firing of guns and the clanks of weapons outside the door, soothing me just as the sprinkle of water ignited and steaming hot water hit my bare skin.