#9 :: The Contract Killer

7. Alex

Anyone else and I would have put this thing to rest with Courtney. But there was something about her. For a start, my money didn't have an effect on her. She didn't seem interested in rushing to meet my family which to some may have been a bad thing but meeting my family was the last thing I wanted her to do.

My mother was one who didn't think no woman was good enough for me. None that I picked anyway. My mother wanted to pick my wife for me and to arrange my marriage. If my mother had her own way I would already be married to someone of the same background, same wealth and same family morals. To me, that's boring.

Now I'm not saying that Courtney is not on the wealthy side, but she seems more like a woman, who has been brought up to make do with what she's got and to not expect or take from others. Take the day I crashed into her. Yes, that was on purpose. I needed a way to get her attention and nothing else was working. Even then she didn't want me to pay for it. She was happy to go through insurances when that was unnecessary. There was that mystery about her but I never pushed it because I believed when she was ready she would tell me.

"I'm surprised that we are actually here." I said to Courtney as we laid on the beach catching a tan.

"Why?" She asked.

"Well you can just about do a few hours. So to do a day let alone a weekend I'm surprised."

"Well.. this weekend I'm on a break. I'm off duty. In fact... I'm on strike."

"Strike?"

"Yeah."

"Why?"

"Because all I do is work. I work very hard. From I can remember it's always been me, me, me, on my own doing it on my own. And since I've started I've never taken a break. Never treated myself. If I go abroad it's work. This is the first time going away and I love it. I couldn't imagine a better way to spend my 30th."

"Your 30th?"

"Yeah."

"It's your birthday?"

"Tomorrow."

"Why didn't you say?"

"I don't celebrate it."

"Why not? I thought females loved celebrating their birthday."

"Well incase you haven't noticed... I'm not like most females."

"True... but there must be a reason... a bad birthday?"

"To be honest... I haven't celebrated my birthday since my parents died."

"Oh. I didn't know. Sorry."

"How was you to know? I've never told you."

"It's true. I feel like we've been dating for some time now and I hardly know anything about you."

"You have never asked..."

"You never stay around long enough for me to ask."

"Well... I have no phone, no nothing... I can't escape. I'm enjoying the sun on my body. So ask away whilst I'm willing to answer."

I looked at Courtney basking in the good weather we was having out here in Mexico. Courtney has a very light complexion but the way the sun was browning her it suited her much more. She was so beautiful. There was something exotic about her.

She was around 5"7 slim but curvaceous. She had a nice smile. A smile that when she smiled, she would light up the whole room. She would always have her hair either neatly up in one or in a bun. But now she had her long let jet black hair in a messy bun, as she relaxed as if she had no care in the world.