Spies In Love

Chapter 8

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After dyeing my hair blonde leaving not a single strand of hair red, I packed a few clothes and toiletries into a cute turquoise coloured trolley bag which had emerald coloured stars on it.

Looking into the mirror I observed my own reflection looking back at me. A completely new me which I myself could not recognize. A woman in black turtle neck and khaki pants of the same colour with platinum blonde hair and electric blue eyes. Gone was the fiery red locks and those dark chocolatey eyes. 

I brushed my now white locks and pulled it up into a pony tail.And then put on my matching black heels.

While pulling the trolley behind me those emerald coloured stars caught my eyes.Those stars which had the same shade as Bastian's eyes had.

My God !!
Bastian popped up in every and anything.
Whether in my dreams, in the shower and now in the cute stars on my bag ?

Damnation !!
I cursed silently in my mind and sauntered down the stairs and went to the place where the others were waiting.

Going down the stair I caught the eye of  well the person that well never really leaves me alone wherever the hell I go.

Bastian widened in eyes as if he had a massive shock and his mouth formed into an 'O' shape.

Ughh those pink-redish lips of his.
I just felt the urgent need to just grab him by his collars and just slam my mouth on his and taste those lips for
myself.

But hey it's really not wise to daydream about something that's probably not going to happen.

Bastian himself was wearing an  emerald coloured shirt which made his hard pecs seem more prominent and made him look he was sculpted by greeks themselves or something.

And not to mention those black trousers definitely accentuated his strong legs further more. Not to mention his whole downside with ahem his generous backside which I was actually very jealous of it.
It did have a nice round shape to it.

Stop my stupid conscious!! Stop thinking about our boss's sexy butt !! We are probably never even going to touch it !
Doesn't matter how nice it is !!

Well to be honest not just that butt of his but his whole body was nice actually.
The veins on his arms, the long fingers, the strong back made of vibranium, the strong pair of legs that seemed to continue till eternity and probably could travel through tartarus without breaking a sweat, unbelievably well built shoulders that looked like it could bear the weight of the whole goddamn world.
If not the whole universe.

It was like someone had taken a peek into your deepest and darkest desires and just molded a man from it. The very embodiment of your fervent desires.

I would say that it is really satisfying and terrifying that how a man can be so perfect yet full of flaws at the same extact time.

It's mysterious yet haunting. The strong urge to unravel his secrets and him.

Turning my attention away from him and climbed down the stairs that were remaining and went to stand beside Paris and directly opposite to him.

Bastian raked an eye down my body before looking away after clearing his throat.

Damn I haven't heard a sexier throat clearing than this ever in our life !

Shut up !!

Sebastian turned and whistled at me but stopped when Bastian death glared at him.

Poor guy.

With that we finally headed to Heathrow.

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After reaching the airport, we were going through the security check in and for some reason Bastian looked even sexier and even more handsome for some reason.

Probably the lights. Yup that was the only reason.

Finishing all necessary protocols, we boarded the plane with Paris beside me ofcourse !
I really don't intend to sit beside my boss for a three hour fight and torture myself.
And then die.

"Aurelia you look like you are going on the runway of a fashion show !!
You look amazing !! "
Paris exclaimed interrupting my thoughts.

"Well Paris you yourself dont look bad either you know ?"

I was right Paris did look cute in that baby pink blouse and those white pants.
Seemed to go perfect together and highlighted that blonde hair of hers.

" Really ? "

"Uh huh."

I took the window seat while Paris sat in the middle.

" I am so excited to go to Bristol !! Do you think it will be nice ?"
Asked Paris in her covered tone.

"Maybe we'll have to see won't we ? I have never visited Bristol before."I replied.

" I haven't been to Bristol either. Being born in a small town we never really did go visit the big cities. Not that we were not happy staying in our own town. We just preferred living in the town. We enjoyed being there. Life was always so good there. Away from all the buzz and chaos of the ever busy cities.
We felt free there. You know I had a sister. She was older than me by three years....."

I heard how she said was while referring to her sister but kept quiet nonetheless.

"While coming back from school there was a candy shop near it where we would go every day after school on the way back home. Not all flavours were available every day so we fought with each other over who would eat what.
Although the fight wouldn't last long for we would throw our bags on the floor as soon as we reached home and race to the nearest park. However thinking about it now I really wished I wouldn't have argued if I knew what would happen.I wish I would just hug her tightly instead of fighting over stupid things."

I assumed her sister was dead for when I met her eye after she recounted that memory of hers and there was only silence however that silence was answer enough.

I am so sorry Paris.

"Don't be it's not your fault and I am okay now

How ? I asked again.

"She went to school alone one day I was absent. Couldn't go due to something that day. It was a cold I think. Anyways they had a trip to some museum or something. After the trip, on the way back home the bus was attacked by a group of goons.We had informed the police and a search and rescue mission was in progress when we........."

Paris' voice broke and a few tears fell down her cheeks before she wiped them off and continued.

"We found a dead body burnt and wrapped in a sheet near our home. It was later identified as hers. Due to not finding her killers the case was later closed. My parents. They have never been the same ever since. Neither have I...."

Paris stopped as she was interrupted by a kind looking elderly woman in the aisle seat.

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