A Killers Heart Stolen

Chapter 12

We both groan as our mood of happiness is ruined my some idiot at the damn door. I sigh then throw on his polo and walk to the door. It’s freaking Jacob.

“What the hell do you want?” I say sneering at the boy.

“I thought I’d check up on you since I heard about Blaine coming to Russia. You ok?” He said, actually caring.

“I’m fine, now please leave.” I say wanting to get him out so I go be with the god that was waiting for me back in my bedroom.

“Why so eager?” she says getting a smug look on his face.

“I have company, now leave Jacob, now.”

“Ok, but just know I am over at Dakota’s place a lot since I’m dating her roommate, so don’t make too much noise,” that priceless smile that he says makes me laugh.

I close the door and go back to my guy, who is now sound asleep. Great, note the sarcasm.

I lay down next to him and snuggle into his arms. He wakes up enough to pull me into his arms more and kiss my neck right where the scar begins. I hope to dear god that he doesn’t notice that scar because that would be the worst thing ever to have to explain.

My mind starts going to the future and how it’ll play out. I mean eventually I’ll have to tell him the truth, but his reaction could vary. I can see him storming out and then coming to kill me in my sleep. The best scenario would be where he just sits down quite for several hours not looking anywhere and his hands running through his hair. The one I fear the most, more than the first, would be him yelling and tearing me apart enough that I end up leaving for somewhere else. None of these are ideal but they are possibilities. In my job you have to see multiple scenarios and prepare for them all. I would hate to have any of them happen; however I know that he’ll be upset cause I have been lying to him, I mean I would be. I take in a deep breath and let my mind go to sleep.

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My morning was brought on with a phone call from Louis. I groan then get out of bed. Jeremy is out of the room so I close the door and lock it.

“Ok, I barely got back from Russia, what could you possibly want?” I say a little irritated that he has to call me.

 I am sorry but for this op we need the best.

“What’s the job?”

Al-Qaeda. We have intelligence that puts the new head of it in Pakistan. We need you to be there in 72 hours. The price is 4 million dollars, you in?

“How can I say no to 4 million dollars?” I hang up and prepare what I’m going to tell Jeremy who will wonder why I have to leave a lot.

I walk out and smell coffee.

“Something smells good,” I say walking over to the counter where he is.

“For you my lady,” he says handing me a cup of coffee with milk and sugar.

“Thank you very much.”

“So who was that on the phone?”

“One of my bosses.”

“What did he want?”

“I have to go to Paris in 3 days. It’s nothing big, just routine stuff.” I don’t want to tell him I’m going to the Middle East, I mean seriously, he would probably flip out.

“Really, well take pictures for me. How long are you gonna be there?”

“Maybe a couple of days, hopefully I won’t be there too long.”

So I have lied to him and I feel terrible. That’s not supposed to happen I mean I lie and kill for a living! This isn’t supposed to be what happens. He’s normal; he has no right to know what’s behind my curtain. Though for some reason, I can’t stop feeling this guilt inside my stomach. He might have just broken my heart of steel that I have. He can’t know about what I do, and then he’ll leave and never come back. That would kill me; it would make me into the robot that my parents always wanted. Not even my sister can save me from myself if he left. I think I love Jeremy, but when, or if, he found out I would be the last person he would ever want to see.

While I am having this go round in my head, I am sitting there drinking my coffee and smiling at Jeremy. He makes me go over to the couch and lay in his arms, which are ridiculously comfortable I must say. I just lay there while he turns on some kind of sports show. I don’t care if he watches it cause then I can keep going on with the argument in my head. My heart starts to beat faster when his fingertips begin to gently go over my side. Then it goes up my shirt and I simply look at him and put my coffee on the table. I roll over so that I am on top of him looking him in the eye.

“You know your beautiful right,” he says looking at me longingly.

“If you say so,” I say gently then kissing up against his jaw line.

“You are, don’t let anyone ever tell you differently. Are you trying to tease me?” He says as I kiss his nose.

“Maybe,” I say drawing out the word.

“Two can play at this,” he says as his hand goes to the back of my head and plays with my hair. His lips brush against mine, barely touching.  I can read his every move; it’s deliberate and meant to drive me crazy. I’ll admit that it’s working because I’m starting to get turned on by every kiss. I suddenly get up and run to my room. He chases after me laughing. I am standing at the edge of my bed with crooked smile on my face. He walks up to me and pulls my shirt off. His right hand goes to the small of my back and pulls me close. I smirk because I can sort-of guess where he wants to go with this but, I don’t know if he does. That’s when I am pushed onto my bed where we start making out. In the mess of it we both end up in our underwear. I am laying down on my back with him right on top breathing heavily.

“You want to do this?” he says looking at me with these eyes that make me go crazy.

I simply nod and that’s exactly how I lost my you-know-what.

Later we are still in my room and I am laying in a way that only my back is exposed. Jeremy is leaving sweet kisses up my back and making me get goose bumps where ever he touches. I am in love with this moment and that’s why when he had to leave I was a bit upset. I told him that I’d call him tomorrow and he gave me one last kiss good-bye.