Relationships were always overrated to me. The sudden need for someone else, the forced transaction of secrets that your haven't told anyone else- not even your friends, the time spent with that other person, and the need for certain attention. In college, I had a few partners that wouldn't have been classified as girlfriends, they were people that I had sex with long term to save the hassle from having millions of one night stands and make sure I didn't wake up with the clap the next morning.
Friends with benefits... mostly the benefits. I never met their parents, drive cross country with them, nor cared enough to see them to safety. Except one time I met a girl's parents when they accidentally walked in on us having sex, that was more awkward than the husband of my latest sex partner walking in on us.
So technically, Emily would of been my first official relationship... my first girlfriend that I cared about. If we wanted to label ourselves that, being we never went on a single date. It doesn't matter now, last night proved of our potential relationship ending and I was already miles away.
The apartment was more of a loft, everything in one room, a glass barrier and light curtains blocking the bedroom from everything else, with one hell of a view. I was no longer in her presence, I couldn't see her face or touch her; I was far gone, no where near to protect her. I stood behind the glass sliding door of the balcony, it was unsafe of me to step out and actually enjoy the view; being that I was unprotected and have a target on my back.
Retirement already hit me, the sun dancing on my skin, the warm mug of tea in my hands, the relaxation and sudden urge of taking a long bath without anyone bursting in. Here I thought my days would end in a coffin and six feet under in an unmarked grave, not in a lovely home while wearing pajamas and a Prada bag full of money under the bed.
Taking a deep breath in, I turned away from the wonderful view and took everything else in. It immediately felt like home, the gray and white theme, modern technology, and the shelf full of books that would of keep me in for quite sometime; I always dreamed of living in a place like this, having my own space and privacy.
The air was suddenly filled with the chirpy loud doorbell, indicating that someone was downstairs to get inside. I set the mug down, walking to the security screen to only stop breathing. Emily... she stood outside with a few body guards behind her that I recognized from the mansion. I immediately buzzed her up and unlocked the door so she could walk right in, I was nervous- not know why she was here, especially after that conversation we had last night.
I stood in the living room, thinking if I should sit down or stand up, either way it didn't make a difference in hiding my bright smile when she walked through that door, I first noticed her change of hair; cut short to her neck and dyed red as if it were her natural color, it didn't make a difference in her look other than keeping her beautiful and pure. Sunglasses covered her face, keeping her identity on the low, and blocking my view from her hazel eyes. Dress full and unnoticeable, it wasn't the Emily that I know, it wasn't the girl that wore that bright noticeable yellow dress in a room full of enemies and criminals.
"I see that you're settled in." She finally took off the glasses, showing those eyes surrounded by black eyeshadow.
"I'm trying to."
"I brought groceries." She lifts up a few cloth bags that were by her side, any minute they were going to take her arms off.
"Thank you. You didn't have to." I said softly while taking them away, I stood close, taking in her warmth and the smell of lavender upon her soft skin. I missed it, I was dreaming about her during the few hours of sleep I managed to get last night.
"Trust me, if you were to step out of these four walls and into town, you would likely be lost." She teased, her lips curled into a small smile, but I could see the pain in her eyes.
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Honey Trap
Action"Count backwards from ten." The words escaped my mouth, echoing off the walls until they hit the old man's ears. He flinched, I could smell the sweat pouring out his pores, along with the shit he just dumped in his slacks. "Ten," He finally spoke o...
