My Agent Girl

"Who the f***ing hell do you think you are, huh?" He asks, harshly yanking to him.

His grip on my arm is so tight that I am sure it will leave a bruise tomorrow.

I try to yank my arm back.

Keyword: try.

I don't answer, trying not to wince when his grip tightens even more if possible.

"Answer me!" He growls.

"I am a girl, if you're not being able to see it." I say sarcastically.

"No, no. You're not just any girl. No." He says and his grip on my arm loosens a bit. Enough for me to yank it back. I turn around to run away but suddenly a cold pair of arms snake around my waist from behind me and pulls me to a hard wall chest.

I gulp.

He snuggles his head in the crook of my neck and starts peppering kisses. I bit my lip to hold back a moan.

"You're something else. Or else you couldn't be able to take down 8 of men without breaking a sweat, Dear. Nor could you have been able to fire that gun." He whispers in my ear and a shiver runs down my spine.

Why is my body reacting to him like that? Why am I speechless now? Where is the confident badass girl I usually am? This is definately not me.

And I hate to say it, but I like the way his arms fit around me.

"Leave me." I say, finally being able to think straight.

"Not before I figure out who you are." He says but lets me go. Suddenly I feel cold, missing the warmth his body was providing me. "But for now, you can go. This isn't over, Dear."

"I am not your dear." I snap, some of the confidence now coming back. "And, you're never actually find out who I am."

"I'll find out who you are, no matter what. Game on, dear." He says and walks away.
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