Cold Blood

☠ Breakfast Banter

F.V 🖤

"What?"

Is she crazy? And what hardness is she talking about?

"You have a boner" she clarified as if I  didn't understand what she said the first time.

"Excuse me, woman. I don't have a boner and I'm not intentionally pressing it against you, I'm not a pervert"

"Then it means that you're... Uh... Really... You know"

"You know what, get out"

I let go of her and maintain a respectable distance.

"Next time I see you, I won't spare your life anymore"

"Fernand, I'm not going anywhere"

"Fine, I'll call the police"

"No, please"

"Damn it, women are vexatious creatures"

Out of frustration, I throw her on my shoulder and walk towards the spare bedroom here in the penthouse.

I throw her on the king size bed and in a swift maneuver, I handcuffed her right hand on the bed railings with the cuffs that I kept in the drawer.

"Do something ridiculous and I'll kill you" pagbabanta ko sakanya bago ko siya tuluyang iwan.

Bumalik ako sa kuwarto at sinubukang pakalmahin ang sarili ko.

I can feel the embarrassment slightly subsiding after she mention about my manhood pressed against her. I don't have a freaking boner, I'm just naturally huge and she thought that I have a hard on pressed on her.

Fuck.

I need to sleep because I need to deal with her tomorrow with rational thoughts and well-rested mind.

If I'll still be alive and the woman in the other room is really a damsel in distress like what she perceived herself to be.

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S.A 🌹

Leaving Fernand's side means trouble, or worse, death.

I already risked my life researching and following him for how many weeks even if I'm aware how dangerous he is.

Sparing my life for the second time around is such a mystery to me, hell, even the first time that he told me to go away caught me by surprise.

Fernand A. Velez, one of the youngest, yet professional agent in the Philippines.

Clean kills, all mission successful.

No trace left behind beside from the lifeless bodies of his subjects.

I lie helplessly on the mattress with one of my hands being cuffed to the bed railings.

If I only have any sharp and tiny object with me, kanina ko pa sana natanggal sa pagkakaposas ang kamay ko.

So much for being a well-prepared and trained agent, self.

Anyway, come to think of it, Fernand is being careless.

He figured out that I'm also an agent but he just handcuffed me here in his spare bedroom and he didn't kill me, yet.

Maybe it's his vacation mode. Maybe being a careless and 'nevermind' type of guy is one of his ways to unwind.

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"Hey, wake up" a gentle tap on my chin definitely pulled me out from my slumber.

I winced when my right hand feels a little sore, thanks to the cufflink.