Worth It

Undercover || Elliot

PRESENT DAY

This suit is suffocating me, I feel like I am going to burst into God damn flames any second now. The office is filled with smoke from the multiple lit cigarettes. The easy flow of spanish is making it's way around the room, I struggle to remember the few words Liv taught me over the years, just to make sure my cover isn't blown.

I close my eyes, as the moment my brain thinks of Liv, she is stuck there and I start to miss her like crazy. I had walked into the precinct in New Orleans a week ago, only to have my phone taken from me and replaced with a burner phone. I was given a new name, new outfit and sent out in a limo to a strip club. I walked in and became the muscle for the leader of a drug and sex trafficing ring who i knew nothing about. If I didn't know any better I would think my own captain was trying to get me killed.

I search my brain over and over trying to piece together her number, I just want to hear her voice. The number I once knew better than my own is now lost to me. My brain doesn't seem to make the right numbers fit and so instead of knowing for sure she is okay, I just have to hope.

"James," my undercover name being spoken breaks me from my thoughts, Carlos slams the phone down, before taking another puff of his cigar. He flicks his green eyes up to look my straight in the face, "Selena said she wants you home now."

"Boss is that okay?" I question unsure if leaving is going to be the best thing.
"She said she was horny and she needed you." He raises his eyebrows at me, trying to figure out why I would pass up sex with a supermodel.
"She's always horny," I chuckle, "but she keeps me young."
"Not that young," Sanchez throws out. He's standing right next to me so I smack him on the back of the head.
"Smart ass."
Carlos bursts out laughing before taking yet another puff off his cigar and blowing the smoke out in rings. "Hurry up home boy, before she finds someone else's cock. Can't have you grumpy when you're at work."
"Sure thing boss, see you tomorrow night."

I walk out the door and out of the corner of my eye I catch Sanchez still rubbing his head. I can't help but smile. I walk outside and am hit with the crisp New Orleans night air, I climb into the silver BMW waiting for me, before making the drive to my penthouse apartment in the city where my supermodel girlfriend is waiting for me.

* * *
I pull into the parking garage and cut the engine. I just sit for a moment. I lean my head against the steering wheel and just close my eyes, trying to catch my breath. God I thought I missed her the first time, that has nothing on the way I feel right now. I step out of the car and head towards the elevators. I ride up listening to the repetitive annoying sound of elevator music. It makes its way into my head and swirls around without my permission. I wonder if this is what it is like for Peyton when her thoughts take over, no control, but I'm sure hers is a lot more painful.

The elevator finally opens out into the living room of my huge penthouse apartment that over looks the city. Glass windows line a whole side of the apartment, which means at this time the city lights iluminate the room. Selena walks out from our bedroom after hearing the ding of the elevator signaling my arrival. She walks along with nothing but 6 inch stllettos and a red thong on. She runs her hands through her blonde hair before giving me a sexy smile. She walks towards me and runs her hands across my shoulders before giving me a kiss behind my ear. She grabs my hand and leads me towards the kitchen before she sits up on the counter top.

No words are ever spoken between us because our relationship is not the conversation kind. It is the kind of relationship I dreamed about as a teenager, all sex, no petty conversations that you don't listen to, and then the endless arguements about the fact that you don't listen. But now, I miss the conversations, I miss picking a woman's brain apart, preferrably Liv's brain. The only problem is if I want to live long enough to be able to do that again I have to play along. 

Selena grabs my hand and runs it up her ribcage until I close my hand over her small perky breast. It bearly fills my hand, as she has no curves, no body fat and only the bear minimum on top and bottom. It makes me miss the way Liv's breasts would fill my hand and overlow, more than I could handle, but her body was perfect. Curve after curve after curve, unlike Kathy's small frame or the one I have in front of me. I let my thoughts filter out of my mind and let my body function on auto pilot, I lean forward after removing her thong and settle between her legs, she reaches for my belt as my mouth lands on hers. My tongue enters her mouth and I can feel my body react to hers the way it should. 

I know this apartment is bugged with cameras and so I let that annoying elevator music enter my brain, to allow me to be a man who pleases his woman without an after though.

Because if I don't I'm dead.