CIA Agent? Piece Of Cake.

The Misunderstanding

ISABELLE'S POV:

I took a taxi back to my apartment, furious and shaking with anger. I couldn't believe that Dave would cheat on me like that, and right in front of me! First he had to go to London, and now this. Wouldn't a suspicious mind like mine wonder whether his pursue of 'studies' in London was common in a twenty-four year old guy. Why was he doing this to me?

I really loved Dave. I could stare at his handsome face, his dark brown eyes with his thin lips and flowing black hair. His tall, muscular and athletic body and his six-packs. Now I was drooling over him again!

No, no. This is not going to happen. I am not going to drool over Dave Leone. For now, I wanted nothing to do with him. I just wanted distance away from him. Did I say we should break-up? I really don't remember.

I don't care anymore. I was back at my apartment. I paid the driver, walked into the elevator to the fifth floor. I practically slam the gate open as I walk in. To drown my sorrows, I-

No. I did not take drugs, or did I just decided to drink like a fish. All I did was strip, washed-up, got into my PJs and sat in front of the TV. What a ruined dinner. I didn't even get to eat it. Damn you Dave.

All I could think was Damn it Dave.

Dave, Dave, Dave. And here I was, being naive, thinking that Dave Leone was actually the one for me. Well, he can fly his cheating butt to London! I hope he never comes back.

My phone rings, and I attack it with fury. The caller was 'Steve'. I sighed. Steve was a guy that I had known in college, and he kept on trying to flirt with me but it never worked. I don't know why he's so obsessed with me. For now, with anger for Dave in my chest, I didn't give a damn. I answered the call.

"Hello?" I say into the phone.

"Isabella?" a gruff voice said at the other end. "Is that you, girl?"

I frowned. I didn't like being called Isabella, but Steve was too stubborn to stop. "What do you want, Steve?" I pinched the bridge of my nose, trying to contain the King Kong inside of me.

"I was thinking...are you free now? Maybe we can go out and... y'know, grab a bite or something?"

Previously, I would have kicked Steve in the balls. Steve was good-looking, but he wasn't as good-looking as Dave. Steve thinked impure thoughts as well. Dave didn't. But now, it was different. I wasn't with Dave anymore. I didn't really care.

"Okay," was my response, and I could hear Steve inhaling extra oxygen around him. He was probably causing an oxygen shortage.

"So, where do we meet?" Steve said eagerly. "How about that famous Italian restaurant, Pepe's Restaurant?"

"Sure. Why not? I'll drive there now."

DAVE'S POV:

I didn't know what I was feeling now. I was both angry and also filled with grief. Isabelle had just dumped me. The love of my life just dumped me, apparently thinking that I was flirting with the waitress! I felt like puttng a 9mm bullet through the middle of my skull, but I also felt like yelling at Isabelle.

The meal cost me a hundred thousand dollars! 1/10 of my savings, GONE! And not a bite was consumed. I ran out of The Restaurant after paying, but I couldn't find her anywhere. So I hopped into my black BMW 5-series car and drove off towards Isabelle's apartment. I didn't bother using the elevator. I ran up the stairs to the fifth floor. I rang her doorbell furiously.

I was pacing around, and I rang again. I rapped the door furiously with my knuckles. There was no response for five minutes. I placed my ear as close to the door as I could and listened. Not a sound. Not a sound of a TV blasting, not a sound of water dripping out of the tap, nothing. I punched the wall and sweared in a very colorful language.

An agent is supposed to supress his emotions. I didn't know what to do, since I wasn't an expert on this topic, so I left and headed back to my apartment, buying a hot dog, curly fries and a Coke on the way. I packed my bags. I was flying off to London tomorrow, and I could not delay.

I will see Isabelle again, or maybe, most probably, I won't.

I miss looking into her dark blue eyes. I miss running my fingers tenderly through her brown, wavy hair. I miss hugging her.

All I wanted was to be done with my mission. I decided to drown my grief in work.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~AUTHOR'S NOTE~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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I will also be updating my other story soon, but I will focus more on this since I have the inspiration. Thanks guys! See you in the next chappie!