2. That's my girl
1115 Words
Caroline's p.o.v
No, no, no, it was all going wrong, he wasn't suppose to talk to me or help me, it wasn't meant to be that way, why did he save me? I couldn't stop asking myself why I locked myself up in my room for a week trying to think things through.
For a week I couldn't think straight, in all my life I trained as a spy and perfected my skills, never have I ever failed a mission before, I was one of the best there was but now I was so confused, my heart was aching and heavy, I was so scared of going back to the cafe, not because of that little girl, I was so afraid of him, I was so weak against him, I felt my walls crumble down when I gazed into his eyes, I knew the attraction I felt towards him was a grave I was digging out for myself.
I stood from my bed naked and looked at the long mirror that was attached to the wall, replaying his words.
"I'm glad you are okay, I have always been watching you at the cafe, you usually sit alone right?"
Why would he notice me? There was nothing beautiful about me that would leave a great impression, my face was just a fair shade of light pale skin with light green eyes and little freckles that were on my nose, I was not pretty and I knew it, my hair was red and long, as for my body, I was lean with medium breast and a flat tummy, my height was 5'9 which made me feel uneasy because most spy women I worked with were the exact opposite of me.
"Caro you can't work like this" I whispered to myself lowly.
This was not helping me in any way, I needed a way of distraction, I went to the wardrobe and pulled out my dark blue jean trousers and a grey T-shirt, I quickly dressed up, pulled up my sneakers and walked out of the room wanting to breath fresh air and think straight.
I walked on the streets making sure I was paying attention to every little thing I saw, many people were busy rushing home and some looked like they were ready to go parting, I kind of understood them, the darkness made many people come alive, in the dark I felt free, not only did I became myself, I allowed myself to feel and act vulnerable because I knew no one could see and judge me.
I walked in the park and sat on a bench gazing at the stars, although the lights in front of me were too bright the stars looked beautiful and shone as bright.
A spy was suppose to be seductive and sexy, not only were we required to spy secretly, at times we were sent in direct fields that required us to approach and seduce the target to gain any information needed without fail, I was usually given that kind of offer by my boss who had faith in me though sadly I turned the offers down, I once went for it, it turned out bad and it was nearly a disaster, I was so scared and began to freak out in front of the target that was too touchy, I almost exposed myself and ruined my mission, luckily the boss had secretly sent in Aisha, Aisha was the best of us all, tall, sexy and seductive, everything she did, she did with grace, I got it why my boss loved her the most.
No matter how hard it was for me I couldn't leave my organization, it raised me to what I am today, I knew nothing of my parents, all I know now is that my home is the organization.
"Thank heavens I have run into you here" a deep voice startled me making me stand up quickly.
I found myself gazing into Don's beautiful eyes, his smile was beautiful and breathtaking, I was experiencing different emotions at once, I was so happy to be gazing into his eyes and yet so afraid of my pounding heart, the shivers I felt from my body weren't helping me at all.
Wait, why was he here? This was the last place I knew Don wouldn't come, was he following me? Questions were flowing in my mind nonstop.
"I was from moving my legs, as in exercises," he said lowly with a warm smile.
I quickly took in what he was putting on, sweat was Rolling from his handsome face wetting his louse vest and showing the outline of his muscles, his shorts fit him perfectly causing me to swallow hard.
I quickly looked at his head remembering the injury he had, he cleared his throat snapping me out of my thoughts and worries.
"If you are looking at the wound, it healed some days back, are you alone or maybe you are waiting for someone," he asked seriously looking around.
My throat was so dry, I wasn't suppose to be here in front of him.
"You know I was very worried about you that day, you were injured right?" He asked softly.
I flinched when he touched my hand gently and observed it.
"It's fine that you don't want to talk, the park is not safe for you at night, although there are lights here, it's still not safe," he said as I looked away.
I was not suppose to let him touch me but here I was yet again breaking another rule without resisting.
"Let's go," he said as he grabbed my hand and pulled me to him, we walked from the bench at a quick pace.
I really wanted to refuse him but before I could try he pushed me in his car and got in.
"Drive" he ordered the driver as the drive nodded and started the car.
I looked at him in anger.
"Do you hate me?" He asked as I lowered my eyes.
Why was he asking me this now?
He touched my cheeks lightly and made me look at him, I could feel all the anger I felt disappear, I slowly nodded showing him I didn't hate him at all.
"That's my girl" he whispered as I felt a blush creep on my cheeks.
Then his words sunk in, I looked at him a little confused.
"Don't mind my words, it's a little habit I have, by the way, your hair is very beautiful, it reminds me of my late mother" he said with a low sigh as he dropped his hand.
I felt somehow sad, I slowly moved closer hoping he didn't notice what I was just doing, I sat next to him brushing my arm against his.
He took my hand in his and smiled, I swallowed knowing he really was going to be my downfall.
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