Mission Impossible

Chapter 46~ Deja Vu

CLARA'S POV

"No thanks, I'm not ready to change my name," I told the strange man, knowing I had no intention of ever doing so.

"You were ready to change it to Malik a year ago," he said, tilting his head and he observed me.

"A lot can change in a year," I replied.

"So you're saying you are no longer in love with Zayn Malik?" He asked me. I remained silent, not wanting to lie, but also not able to say to truth out loud. He smirked. "That's what I thought." I could see Zayn smiling from the corner of my eye. It was a soft, happy smile. My heart missed seeing that smile, missed being the reason for that smile. But then I remembered the secret conversation he was having in the hallway and my feelings were brushed aside.

"Let's get to the mission, shall we?" I asked, changing the subject.

"All work and no play makes for a very wound up girl," Andrew proclaimed. I leaned in in an attempt to intimidate the strange man.

"My work is my play," I confessed, assuming he knew what I did for a living. He gulped slightly, and even though it was small, I noticed it. He backed away slightly, retreating casually back to the group of men.

"Well if introductions are over, I suppose we can crack on," he said in his thick English accent. "There's a man we need intel from, usually heavily guarded except for when he goes clubbing. And I hear you're quite the dancer," he chuckled.

"Who is he? What's the intel?" I questioned.

"That doesn't concern you. All we need from you is an introduction," he stated, signaling for his men that he was ready to leave.

"So all you need from me are my ass and tits?" I gathered.

"Well when you say it like that...," Andrew began.

"Find someone else. I'm an agent, not a prostitute," I clarified. I turned around and started to walk away, annoyed with this new 'boss' of mine. If these orders had come from Rain, it would have been any other day. But something didn't sit right with me about this Andrew Reid.

"Malik, you're fiancé sure is feisty. Next time, bring a muzzle," he said. I stopped in my tracks. Turning around slowly, a small smile on my face, I walked back to where I was standing before.

"You don't know me, so let me get one thing straight. Nothing on this planet Earth can stop me from doing what I want to do. Not ropes, not chains, and certainly not a muzzle. If you want a good little solider you choose the wrong agent. Come to me when you want the job done, and want it done well," I told him, walking away slowly, not at all concerned with fleeing the scene.

"Andrew Reid," he called after me. I slowed my pace, signaling I heard him, before I carried on. I heard footsteps approaching me, and I knew them to be Zayn's. He opened the car door for me and I scooted inside, Zayn following after me this time.

"Nice job, the Maxwell Batoff likes you," Zayn said, tapping the window in front of us to signal the driver to start moving.

"I'd hate to see how he treats his enemies," I stated.

"That's why you're going to stay on his good side," Zayn said. "Otherwise, he will whore your fiancé out for missions," he warned, implying he had gotten on his bad side. I turned to Zayn, looking at him for the first time since Andrew asked if I still loved him. He had that cold, angry look on his face again. The look that would have scared me had I have cared enough.

"Are you jealous, Zayn?" I questioned him, noticing his distaste for my new mission.

  "Of course I am. You're my fiancé. It's gonna fucking suck watching you seduce another man," he said. My heart stopped for a second again. There it was again. That word. Fiancé. He's been throwing it around so much lately. Did he really consider us to be engaged after everything that has happened?