Love Or Death?

Seven

“Ezra Hilter, huh?” I confirmed the name in my head as we parked in front of the possibly 10-star hotel, only I actually said it out loud to Devin’s hearing.

“Yup, that's his name,” he confirmed, by the way, you have to use an alias, a fake name for all your targets. I'm sure Jack mentioned it.”

I frowned, confused, “No, he didn't.”

“Did you think you'd be out here killing people with your real name?” he asked sarcastically.

“I guess I didn't think it through,” I started to think, “How about Sharon, Sharon Guli.”

“How did you think of that perfect make so fast?” A look of utter shock on his face.

I shrugged, “I guess I'm just that good,” I smiled cheekily.

He rolled his eyes, “Whatever. Anyways, here,” he handed me a trenchcoat from the back seat and a golden ticket, “This is the invite, use the trenchcoat with the glasses in it when you're done with the mission and sure he's dead. Make sure no one from the party sees you as you're leaving. I'll be at the reception once I get your message.”

I sighed and nodded, “Wait,” he shouted suddenly. I shot my head at him with my hand still on the door handle as just stared at me with wide eyes. I glanced around, frowning my brows in confusion, “Just let go of the door first.”

I rather would not have argued, I was already quite not in my senses so I didn't have strength. I let go of the door, placing my back on the leather seat. He stared at me, looking a little more relaxed, I stared back, wondering what he was thinking behind those eyes.

I jerked a bit as he grabbed my neck carefully but ever so suddenly, crashing his lips on mine softly. His lips were shaking for a bit, his eyes closed tightly. My eyes were still slightly open as I was still shocked but I couldn't help it, I barely had enough stamina to object to it. After a bit, his lips relaxed and I kissed back, grabbing his face as I deepened the kiss, our tongues dancing around each other.

He made sure not to touch my face, gracing from my neck to my breast slowly. I shivered, he let go immediately followed by an awkward silence and him not being able to look at me. I sat there in a puddle of my mess, lip gloss transferred to his lips. f**k, that was so good, I thought. I instantly grabbed him by the back of his neck, tugging his lips towards mine deeply. I moaned softly as he caressed my breast, his large hands making their way around my body.

I wanted to stay, I wanted to stay with his soft lips for the rest of the night but I knew it had to stop. This isn't right, I had a job to take care of unless God only knew what Jack would do to me, even worse, Devin.

I paused and he took the hint, slowly removing his hands from my waist as he stared, his droopy, hazel eyes filled with lust, wanting more but as it was, he knew I had to go.

“How about I deal with you later?” I whispered seductively, tracing my finger down his cheek, a smirk grew on my lips as I felt him shiver underneath my touch.

“I'll be here, waiting for your message,” he whispered, a small grin on his lips as I pecked his cheek before settling to apply my lip gloss, surprisingly my makeup wasn't smudged in the slightest.

I jammed the door behind me, my heels clanking beneath me on the tiles of the hotel as I approached the reception. The woman only arrived after I stood for a few seconds, a pale, petite, blond, scruffy yet attractive enough to be at the front desk. Her expression was rather sorry, thinking I must've been here for a while.

“Welcome, I'm so sorry for the delay,” her tone was apologetic yet scared but she kept a warm smile on her face, “you're here for the party, yes?”

“Yes, I am,” I grinned, handing her my ticket.

She examined it with a straight face, scanning and then typing something on the computer. She shot her head towards me with the obnoxiously pleasing but fake smile, “Your name ma'am?”

“Sharon, Sharon Guli.”

She typed away, handing the ticket back to me with a smile, “Have a nice night ma'am.”

“You too.”

~

Here it was, a room filled with entitled snubs. I had wasted so much time in that car it was already 7:40 pm now. All I had to do was stay a bit, find Ezra, get him to his room, and get the hell out of here.

I guess I didn't need to look further. As I walked in, the crowd seemed to shift their attention on me for a split second but one person stayed lingering, Mr. Ezra Hilter. A man of a not-so-enchanting physique, a tall, bald, glasses-wearing man with dead brown eyes, and wrinkles that threatened to become prominent. He looked like he wasn't supposed to be drinking at such an age but he was almost drunk.

Time for action I guess.

I had put on an appealing and rather attractive demeanor, smiling seductively as I swayed my hips past him. I could surely smell the liquor from just passing, he wasn't with friends so it was even more perfect, I wouldn't have to go with the thought of his friends probably seeing me.

I sat at the bar opposite him, scanning his movements subtly as he spoke to his friends that just arrived, most likely about approaching me. He eventually did, standing next to me where I could smell the cigar and drink musk all over, it made me want to throw up.

“May I buy you a drink, little lady?” The ooze of alcohol hit my face like a truck as he spoke.

I smirk, leaning with my elbow on the table, “I don't mind.”

“Two shots of pure vodka please,” he read his actions, he wanted me drunk, he wanted to take me upstairs and take me, “Are you new here?”

“Oh no, I'm just visiting the city and decided to party a bit,” I smiled.

“On a Tuesday?” he frowned his brows.

“My sister was supposed to come but she fell sick, can't let a good party ticket go to waste now can I?”

“What's your name?” He leaned over.

“Sharon.”

“Nice to meet you, Sharon, I'm Ezra,” he reached his hand out for a shake and I took it, I took his big sweaty hand. He gave my hand a gentle squeeze, caressing it a bit with his index and smiled, not breaking eye contact, “Are you lodged here?” he inquired.

“Oh no I'm not, which is quite a pity cause my feet are aching,” I lowered my voice, caressing my knee, “probably we could, I don't know, lie down in your room a bit?” I locked eyes with him, using a finger to drag the already low neckline, and bit my lip.

I saw his eyes fill with lust as he tugged on the collar of his brown shirt, gulping down some spit. I glanced towards his pants and there was quite a bulge that wasn't there earlier.

This was easier than I thought.

“Here, two shots of pure vodka,” the bartender dropped the glasses in front of us, leaving us with a courteous smile.

We cheered, and the sharp taste took over my throat, making me squeeze my face in disgust. Somehow it looked like he was aroused by my expression. What a sicko, I thought.

“So how about we head upstairs and you could relax your feet?” He grinned.

Finally, “Alright! Let's go!” I faked the excitement, taking him by the arm. I winced as from the side of my eye I saw him wink at the drunken men who cheered him from a distance.

On the way to the room, I took some of the plant oil, sprayed it inside my mouth, in case I might not have had the chance to put it on inside. I had no idea if it could actually kill me or not but I guess I'll bet with my life tonight.

The room was rather cold, a presidential suite of two bathrooms with its living room, needless to say, it was quite a suite with its exquisite design. I place my trench coat on the chair in the living room, following behind him into the bedroom.

It was dead silent, a homely but luxurious design. I was starstruck, I've always been a sucker for fine design and it distracted me a bit too much this time. I felt like peeling my skin as his wrinkled hands wrapped around my waist, kissing my neck.

I felt like I was about to throw up but I followed along, deciding to pretend as if this was someone I was even slightly attracted to. Devin, yes, think of Devin.

I turned around, letting out a small moan, “Why don't you get on the bed?” I said seductively, my eyes lowered, and my regrets about not smoking a bit more beforehand hit me like a truck.

He grinned, only now I could see a few rotten teeth, “Strip for me, all the money in my bank is yours, darling,” his booze breath hit me like a slap.

He laid himself back on the bed, taking off his shirt and pants, leaving him in white briefs. I faced him, taking a deep breath before kicking off my shoes. I slowly took off my dress, watching his eyes wide and the bulge become more prominent, then went to my underwear, left only in my lace bra that came with the dress.

“Come on,” he flicked his fingers, trying to hint at the bra, “Take it off, darl,” he commanded.

“Of course, I first have to show you a little piece of me, yes?” I crawled over to the bed, caressing his hairy thigh. His excitement increased as I drew down his briefs, exposing his pale, medium member, and placed it in my mouth. I could tell he was enjoying himself but all I could think about was how I hoped this would work so I didn't have to have his wrinkly p***s in me.

He moaned while I calculated the minutes in my head, yearning for it to be over soon, and then, it happened. His legs started to shake, I let go, panicking as he clutched his heart, his skin turning as white as a ghost till he finally collapsed, not a limb moving even in the slightest.

My brain shut down, I was out of breath as I watched his lifeless body on his bed, naked and pale. I reached over, placing my finger over his nose. Not a single puff, his pulse not even a trace of life.

I took deep breaths, trying to calm myself down. “This is real, he's dead, Zipporah. You killed him, the plant works, you're not dead. T–this is insane!” I said to myself pacing around the room.

“The phone!” I raced for my purse, frantically looking for Devin’s number, and clicked on it. It rang once…twice…on the third, he luckily answered, “Devin?” I held on to my racing heart, clutching it in my sweaty palm.

“Are you done?” he asked.

“Mhm,” I answered, not wanting to glance at Ezra’s body. His wide-open eyes felt like he was still alive but no, he was long gone.

I killed him.

“Alright, wear your clothes and the forensic person is coming to clear all traces of you in that room. Just tell me the room and he'll be on his way.”

“Room 324, it's on the s–seventh floor straight down the hall,” I stammered, hurriedly putting on my underwear and dress.

“I'll need you to hold still, wait till the guy comes. He's a ginger coming as room service,” Devin said before the line went flat.

I hurried for my shoes trying to make myself look as calm as possible, wearing the glasses and the trenchcoat with my hair tied back. I had a few spritzes of my perfume to get rid of the horrid stench of guilt.

I sat back until the same guy Devin had described knocked, “Room service!” he announced. I rushed for the door, removing the key card which cut off the power instantly, handing it to him, “Hello to you too, Sharon. I'm glad your demeanor is back to normal so no one can suspect anything.”

He was a guy I recognized from yesterday, ginger who kept giving me the stink eye for no reason, “How will the cameras be handled?”

“Jack has everything under his wing, that's the least of your worries,” I snarled, sounding like a mouse in hot water.

I glanced up and down, “I'll be leaving now, do your job,” I bumped my shoulder with his intentionally, strutting down the hallway as I swayed my hips.

With the way he unnecessarily hated me, he could just leave a strand of hair there or something but he couldn't, because Jack would have his guts for breakfast.

I walked back to the car, luckily unnoticed as it wasn't the same route to exit. I had calmed down a bit since then, I wasn't bothered because I've always had an easier time accepting life changes, especially ones I'll most likely be living with for a long time. I prepared my mind through the day that I may have to see a few dead bodies, suck some p*****s, ride some d***s, burn some pages…I've come to terms with that, mostly.

I swung open the door, my heart racing as I laid eyes on who I had a steamy make-out session with earlier. I sat comfortably in the silence, feeling my core tighten. He didn't know how bad I wanted him, how bad I wanted him to take me in this car but it was too risky to even be around here after what happened.

He placed a hand on my thigh, caressing it slowly as he pulled my chin with the other hand, kissing me slowly till I nudged, “Shall we continue from where we stopped?” he whispered softly.

I felt the yearning between my legs, begging me to say yes, to pull the seat down and ride him but I had to contain it, for our safety because his friends would soon wonder why he was taking so long, “Let's get to my place first,” I whispered reluctantly.