Love Or Death?

Eleven

The days went by like a blur, the nights had gotten colder and a bit more lonely. The only thing going on for me is just heading to the market to get things for the house, gym, and taking on petty remote jobs even if I didn't necessarily need to work. Devina hasn't come around for a sleepover in two weeks and I haven't heard from Devin either.

I guess it was for the best, to learn to enjoy my own company for a bit, I couldn't date to risk it with Devin or Andrew but I couldn't deny the yearning in my stomach for a bit of pleasure or excitement at least.

I haven't had any missions since or even heard from Jack if it's not for money. I've been using my rose quite...err...a lot too, mostly out of boredom or to switch up the sickening routine.

But today, today was going to be different because I had already received my package for the next mission this morning, something with a bit more excitement but I wasn't all too sure about.

The man looked oddly familiar, Tim Yura, basic but sweet name, 34, zero kids, claimed orphaned Latina with a promiscuous personality, known for sticking his d**k into anything with a hole and can acceptably wear a skirt.

I scrolled through the files on my kitchen counter, taking in each detail of this man and how I'd be able to catch him. I sighed, reaching for the lighter to burn the files in the sink after taking pictures of what I thought I would forget.

Time to start the day.

~

It was a rather simple strategy. He was going to this scanty but gorgeous coffee place in town alone according to one of Jack's sources and I'm supposed to be there looking as casual as possible, but not too casual as to put on a crop top with sweats.

I decided to go for a large wool sweater with a leather, pleated mini-skirt, thigh-high boots, a low ponytail, and of course, glasses to match. The perfect New York City Girl, what I was going for exactly.

The plan was to make sure he took me back to his hotel room since he was only in town for a meeting, that's when I'd strike apparently.

I sat a reasonable distance from him, even if I had caught him sneaking a glance or two in my direction which was extremely good news at least. His eyes were void of emotion, taking gentle sips of the still boiling coffee with the obnoxious pinky up. I held the book he was currently reading in my hand, scrolling through its boring pages, a poor quality literature if I must say so myself.

“Hey,” I called to the waiter in front of me, “can you pass a stack of pancakes to the man over there,” I pointed in Tim’s direction.

He nodded, heading to the back, most likely to get the pancakes, drizzling them with syrup. I pretended to be focused on the book as the waiter pointed at me. My heart leaped as I saw the corner of his lips twist into an upside-down smile from the corner of my eye.

“Hey there,” I was interrupted by the figure that brought the shade with him, “May I?”

Tim Yura, how long did it take you to eat those pancakes that I had gotten so engrossed in this trash book? “Sure.”

“Thanks,” he took the seat opposite me, “thank you for the pancakes by the way.”

“Not a problem. I don't see a lot of people reading much or Falo Gordon so I had to send my kindness.”

He tilted his head, rather surprised as he saw the cover of the book in my hand, “Oh!” He chuckled.

“Yeah,” I smiled awkwardly.

“No way, I'm reading that one right now! Like we already have so much in common,” he chuckled, I could sense the nervousness in his voice.

“You live here?” I quickly changed the topic, crossing my legs to be more comfortable but it seemed like he liked the view.

“Uhm,” he smacked his tongue, seeming distracted all of a sudden, “No, I came around for a meeting. You do?”

“Oh, that's interesting! Yeah, since about a few years ago.”

“Interesting,” he stared dumbfoundedly as I stopped my coffee, locking eyes with him, watching as they grew darker.

“So, what's a hottie like you doing here alone? You didn't come here with anyone?”

“Well no, I'm not seeing anyone as it is but I mean, if you're down I could take you back.”

On a regular day, I would leave immediately, cursing him out for trying to f**k me when we haven't even exchanged names, hell I wouldn't even send pancakes on a normal day! “I'm Sharon.”

“Where are my manners?” probably left them at the hotel room with your dignity, I thought, “I’m Tim. You're very beautiful, Sharon,” he rang the bell in front of him and I couldn't have been happier because that means we were about to leave, “Get the check for both of us on my tab.”

“You even have a tab here?”

“Of course, this is my regular in this city,” he stood, “Shall we?”

I smiled, “We shall.”

He led me out of the coffee shop by the hand. I turned over to look at the car, hoping Andrew saw the sign I made before getting in the car. It seemed like he did because I could see from the side mirror that he was following steadily but subtly behind us.

Tim stayed in the back seat with me, touching me a lot and I had to play along, placing wet kisses on my neck, raising my skirt, and caressing my thighs slowly. I felt nothing, kissing him as passionately as I knew how to fake it.

I cleared my throat, he stopped kissing my neck and I guess I caught the driver's attention too, warranting the glance from the rearview. He must have gotten the toughest boner or he was used to it, “We should leave this for the room now, shouldn't we?” I said, peering at him provocatively, biting down on my lower lip.

“Oh, okay,” he agreed, the lust visible in his eyes but he sat back, leaving a hand still on my thigh, caressing it in the least sensual way ever known to man.

~

“This is a nice place you have here,” I said, swaying my hips to lay gently on the couch. The leather was soft and cold beneath my skin, the room was rather simple, not so much and it didn't look like he planned to stay for so long. It was a cozy room, with neutral painting, and furniture with a warm atmosphere, just like home.

“You're nicer,” he moaned deeply, crashing his lips onto mine before pulling me by the waist off the couch. I had already sprayed a bit of the plant in my mouth, using the excuse that it was mouth spray, which was quite convenient because it smelled lovely.

I pushed him onto the bed, throwing my sweater off my head, feeling his lustful gaze on my lace bra. I took off my skirt and kicked off my boots, leaving the glasses on. I glared at him, sitting right on his hard member against my opening as I kissed him, using the not-so-obvious loophole to spray more on my hand before I started to unbuckle.

I slurped down his average size, the room filled with his deep moans and he wasn't shy with it, which got disgusting at some point. I finished in between, making sure he didn't reach. Minutes ahead passed with the make-out, fake moaning as he fingered me, technically on the verge of leaving a burn before I felt it happen. His body crashed beside mine, suddenly out of breath.

“W-what d-did…you…do?” His eyes filled with sudden spite, struggling to catch a breath until he couldn't, his eyes wide open, not a single sign of life as he turned pale instantly.

I'm just glad I didn't have to f**k him, that was a close one.

I put my clothes back on, dialing Andrew immediately after to come and clean up my traces. I had to remind myself later on to take an STD test now and then because of this.

The job was becoming a little bit easier, even if I'll never really get used to the lifeless, old, perverts in front of me every now and then but it's nothing much. Even if it was a little danger, I craved it, I yearned for it, if not danger at least let the man be a little harder to get in bed with. At this point, I'm desperate.

I waited patiently till the cleanup guy came before I left, walking casually out of the hotel and then into the car.

It wasn't Andrew.

My heart dropped to my stomach, eyes wide as I reluctantly looked at the backseat, seeing big Andrew tied up, mumbling something through the tape on his mouth. I turned back to the stranger with a black mask, kicking, fighting, and my screams muffled, trying to pull off the strong hand that had placed a handkerchief on my mouth.

I felt my body grow weaker as he took the handkerchief off, my vision blurred before the world turned pitch black in my eyes. What sort of drug was this? I knew I was unconditional but I could feel the movement of the car, I couldn't hear, see, or control any parts whatsoever but I knew I was moving, we were moving, this wasn't the best way to end the day after killing someone influential.

I suddenly didn't want the danger I so yearned for anymore.