Assassin In Love | Ethan Dolan

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Ethan's POV

Dad made me leave his office. I wasn't exactly prepared for this sudden change of plans. I thought that I could somehow be present during her interview with Dad but I guess that's not the case.

I stood outside his office and contemplated if I should eavesdrop or not. I was mentally fighting a battle with myself and I eventually gave in. I crouched and put my ear by the keyhole.

I was aware that I might look extremely weird and suspicious in the position I was crouching at but that didn't matter to me at the point of time. I really want Rose to get the job. There's no solid reason why-- I just enjoy her presence.

She's this bubbly and fun girl who's carefree. She doesn't overthink and she does what she wants; disregarding people's opinion. She's the kind of person who makes you smile every time you hear her voice or physically see her.

She makes me feel butterflies in my stomache, weak in my knees and my heart go duk; duk; duk; 100 mph. The way she flips her hair towards her back makes me feel some type of way. The way she smiles at everyone when we walk on the street and the way she returns witty comebacks to people who catcall her makes me hysterical every single time.

I'm know that I'm not the type to date but she's different than all the other girls. It's cliché but it's the truth. I used to date girls though they would often step over my head.

I had three ex-girlfriends and all three of them cheated. I would give them every single thing they asked for but obviously, I wasn't good enough for them.

My last ex-girlfriend only dated me because I quote, "was good in bed." Ever since I found out, I decided that it was time to stand up for myself. She dumped me before I could dump her and I thought that it would be okay to do the same thing she did to me to other girls.

I know that it was very hypocritical of me to do so but I thought that it would be a good 'punishment' for all the girls in the world. I haven't had a relationship that I never regretted. I waited for Dad to start his interview.

It has always been a habit of Dad and mine to be silent for a few minutes before interrogating. I couldn't hear very well because we have thick doors and walls.

"...best accommodate your skills and interests."

"...track people's backgrounds, online profiles, history and location dependent on the case."

"...a maximum of two weeks..."

"...child organ trafficking site...suspect is Maurice Sullivan...I have the printed documents...will you accept this mini task..."

My heartbeat picked up its pace. Soon enough, my heart was pounding. Dad didn't tell me about this case. Maurice was my childhood best friend. We go way back. He was the first friend I made when I moved to Sicily as a child with the family.

I couldn't believe that he'd do this. This wasn't like Maurice at all. Maurice would never.

At this point, I'm just trying to convince myself that Maurice was just another person my father had accused wrongly. But, Father never messes up. He always gets solid information and evidence before assigning any cases to anyone.

Before I knew it, I heard heels clicking against the floor. I pushed myself off the door and leaned against the wall opposite of the door to play it cool. The door knob turned and there stood the woman of my dreams. Literally, I've been dreaming about her for the past month.

I flashed her a sincere smile of mine and held out my arm for her to grab. She was holding onto a stack of papers in her left hand and was holding onto my bicep with her right.

It felt like bolts of electricity went through my whole body when we touched. I lead her through the long hallways of the West Wing.

"I'm sorry you had to walk through this long as* hallway just to get back to the lobby." I chuckled.

"No, it's okay! It's really cool, I've always wondered what the interior of your house looked like." she giggled

"I see you've been stalking..." I said with a hint of sarcasm.

"Hehe, I never got to apologise for... trying to kill you." she apologised in a low seductive voice.

"It's okay. You know what?" an idea strucked me.

"What?" she replied.

"You can make it up to me by going on a date." I wiggled my eyebrows suggestively.

"Uh, how about no?" she declined playfully.

"Then, I won't forgive you." I said, sulkingly.

"Oh my god, you're childish." she smirked.

"C'mon." I stopped walking.

"Go on a date with me." I asked properly as I lowered my gaze to reach her eyes.

"I don't have a choice, do I?"

"Nope," I said, popping my 'p'.

I interlocked our fingers and swayed our arms back and forth repeatedly just like how she did when we ate at Pizza Hut at midnight. Occasionally, I'd glance over to her direction and I'd see her trying to hold back a smile or laugh.

We eventually reached the lobby and Mom was there sitting on the waiting couch, reading a magazine.

"Hey Mom!" I chirped.

"Hey Eteeweetee-"

"Mom!"

"What's wrong?"

I glanced over to Rose and I could see a smirk form on my mother's lips. She started to laugh uncontrollably and Rose joined in. Looks like I'm the only sane one here...

"There's nothing funny, why are you guys even laughing like mad women."

I smacked myself in my forehead and offered to send Rose home after her adorable laughter died down. Rose hesistantly agreed and hopped into Viola in the passenger seat. I started my engine and drove out of the drive way.

She looked out of the window throughout the whole trip there and her fascination and admiration for the nature was visible through her facial features. I smiled to myself and placed my eyes back on the road where they belong for the next thirty minutes.

a/n: hellooooooooooooooo, how are you? i hope you're doing great! anyway, i also hope that you actually enjoy reading this book haha. the same internet bestie of mine helped me to generate ideas for this chapter as well, i totally forgot to ask her if i could @/ her name here but i'll ask her again and credit her in the next chapter. have a great day!!