Raven

Lola

Chapter 6 - Crossing to Destination Unknown

"Fuck me"

"Now or later? Because I'm free either times."

I turned to see a smirk on Clark's face. I froze for a second just to take in the sight: his messy but orderly curly mousy brown hair propped on his tanned face. Why is God fucking with my mind, why does he hate me? I can't help falling for slightly older men, well, more anyone from the opposite gender. I must have lost control for a while because as I was examining his torso, the Britishness appeared in my ear.

"Finished yet," his words rolled off his tongue smoothly as when we first set eyes upon each other. Moving closer, he slipped his moisturised fingers in between mine. While his other hand ran down my back stopping every so often to examine the surrounding, after reaching my hip, he pulled me against his itchy, woollen jumper. I didn't pull away, I couldn't, and the tingling along my spine indicating my heart had no intention to leave. Looking up towards his melted chocolate eyes, I drew a breathe pulling closer. Exhaling before our lips touched, a connection at last and a jolt of electricity ran through me. I wanted this moment to last forever. I felt our tongues entwine again and again until we just stood there with no movement just because it felt right. Breaking away, I felt the sudden loss. Moving, my rogue lips brushed against the stubble towards his ear to whisper, "How about now?"

His hand flew up my back gently; I felt the warmth of his finger trying to unzip my tight black dress. One by one the straps fell to my shoulders before being pushed to towards my waist. The passion of our love for each other increased as I touched his now bare torso, before proceeding to gently run my fingers along his spine. I pulled away, kissing him from his ear down to his shoulder as I felt my way bit by bit finally hitting the coldness of his belt buckle. Our lips reconnected, his hands fumbled to undo my straps while I touched all of his perfect body with no barriers.

"What the fucking hell is wrong with you, Lola!" Shit, this always happens when I start to feel like I belong, "We have rules for a reason! You're off of this assignment unless there is a motherfucking genius idea behind this. Stop acting like a whore!"

The shock of electricity escaping, I let out a scream in my empty mind. Why the fuck did I try to make out with a client, a client of all people!

"Hello, Alpha," I said, trying not to wobble, I could feel the bubble of tears lurking under the surface.

"Out."

Turning before pulling my dress over my shoulder to try and hide my broken heart, I took one last look around the headquarter lounge knowing it was my last, I can't believe it. One foot in front of another, another step further from my world, but it's the only way to start a new life.

"10 Perranworthal Lane, Cornwall. 1E87 9QS. 8 o'clock, Sunday. Walking in with confidence nothing else," Clark's last words to me, a pit of sadness filled me, no more mouth-watering British Clark. Turning towards them I shrugged and merely directed my instruction to Alpha.

"Matthew, target him. Try to fall in love, might help."

"Alright," Alpha snapped, "I get it, the only way we can accomplish this is through seduction."

"Duh," stupid me and my mouth, I'm treading through dangerous waters already.

"I'm still pissed at both of you. No matter if you are our client." I turn to face Alpha, just to smile, for I know I'm back, and back for good.

"I'll go prepare my outfit then." I said, hardly keeping my excitement to myself, then turning moments before I let my lips quiver. I walked confidently knowing Alpha can't beat the crap out of a client.