Bullets Don't Cheat

Working Alone.

"Ahhh" he gasped out loud collapsing on my back. Then he rolled over on to the bed on his back. "You don't know how much I needed that". He said. I turned on my side facing him pulling the covers up on my naked body. I just stared at him. He had sweat lingering on his brow, and his lips were in a kissy face shape while he breathed in and out real fast. I put my hand up to touch his face, his hand came up as a reflex to move me away.

" come on quit with all that".

"I was only trying to wipe the sweat off your face."

"It's cool" he said. I made a sad face but he ignored me.

"Arrvon?"

"What?"

"Can I ask you to do something for me?"

"What?"

"Well you know how Adara and I-" I stopped because he yawned uninterestedly. I had a short look of discourage on my face. I rolled over on top of him and slid down. I grabbed his base and began kissing it.

"Adara and I work together.." I started again kissing it after each word.

"I'm listening". He responded looking down at me.

"Well I was thinking we could go back to working individually" I said as I started kissing and licking.

"Give me some persuasion." He replied. Then I went to work at the head. He let out a tiny moan. I started bobbing a little deeper and faster. His hands gripped my shoulders. After about five mins I came up.

"So... Is that a yes?" I asked looking at him. He grabbed my head and slammed me back down... All the way down.

"Look no talking. Just make me buss in the next 60 seconds and you got it."

Adara POV

I woke up with 12 missed calls from Khayla. How tf did that hoe get my number? Last night was one of the best sleeps I ever had in a long time. I had a emoji filled good morning text from Valentino too. Awee how sweet.

Then my phone started ringing in my hand it was Khayla. I pressed ignore. It could wait.

I got up took care of my hygiene and ate breakfast. I checked my folders of the hits I had left. I figure I'd go take care of that.

I drove to the train station and waited on a nearby building. I had my gun ready, with my eye poked through the spotter waiting. It was 8am in the morning. My client said that her husband is here every morning around this time. I pulled out a picture of him and looked out for him. The station was empty, until a man walked up and sat down. I couldn't see his face so I reluctantly held off shooting. My fingers trembled at the thought of doing a kill for the fun of it. My heart raced. I couldn't tho. I don't kill that way any more.

The train came by but the man didn't get on. He seemed like he was waiting for someone. Shortly a tall woman in a trench coat strolled up. She stood in front of the man. He turned his face but I couldn't see his face because she hugged him.

I was becoming more and more frustrated.

The man grabbed her by both of her forearms and sat her next to him. He turned to her with her hand in hers. He began talking but I could barely hear.

He wasn't even thirty seconds in the topic before she stood up angrily and screaming.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN ITS OVER?" she exclaimed.

"I owe it to Marry to be faithful to her the rest of her days.  We've done this for too long. I wanna make things right." He told her.

"How can you make things right? You're in too deep to stop. You know what if we're over I'm telling arry. About our thirty years together."