This morning, I opened my eyes, feeling a sudden unbearable heaviness.
"F*cking hell... my head hurts like shit."
I felt like a granny—I could barely even move my body!
Last night had been really incredible... or that's what I thought.
But what about now, you ask.
I was literally a dead meat, vegetating in my bedroom right now.
"I shouldn't have gone too far for information like that, shake my head."
I muttered to myself, finally realizing I no longer was a virgin... Nah, that's not it.
I had already been maidenless long before this. But what did that even feel like?
First time? Kinda, but who knows.
Regardless, it was an unforgettable night. I deeply enjoyed it, both physically and mentally.
It was the first time I'd ever felt something like that... with a total stranger, kinda.
"My God, I feel so dirty right now. But sorry, this is a job I need to blow. I've got no choice."
I once again uttered words to myself, as if anyone was going to hear this.
Wait, where are we now? Ah, right.
HELLO, YOU SELF-RIGHTEOUS BITCH!
This is my story.
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Yesterday. Morning. CIA Office.
I walked through the sea of people with a grace could only be described as catwalk-level of elegance. This bustling crowd refused to catch a break, everything moving in a fast-flowing motion.
The reek of burnt smoke, alcohol, and roasted coffee everywhere, hung in the air unfiltered.
As a result of these disturbances, I kept my distance, not wanting to interact with any of these so-called peasants lower than me.
"Oh, there she is!"
"Wait, wasn't she the one who saved the president's life from that terrorist attack?"
"What, really? That's cool! I kinda wish I could be like her!"
These people, they really had a knack to whisper behind me as I walked through passing them, unable to keep their voices low enough to mask their admiration.
The crowd parted as I walked through, my presence impossible to miss.
People couldn't help but notice me, even without trying.
"She's really... hard to get close to, huh? I heard she doesn't talk to anyone much."
"Well, if you've saved the president's life, I guess you don't need to make friends."
"Yeah, but I've heard there's more to her. Like, she's not just about the job... there's something else. Something... kind of scary."
I didn't react to the gossip. I'd heard it all before.
It was part of the job, part of being someone like me.
As I stepped into the elevator, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. For a second, I just stared at her own face. There was a coldness in my eyes now, something that had built up over time. I had to be this way to preserve my perfect image in a world full of secrets and lies.
The doors slid shut with a quiet ding, and the elevator slowly started moving up.
I walked, then stepping into my office, only to be greeted by a filthy crocodile.
"Morning, Ms. Nightfall."
Uh-oh, there he is.
"Ah, hello there... Mr. Drake. You seem oddly cheerful today. What happened?"
"Nah, nothing. Just felt like greeting you. And trust me, if you think what you're thinking, you'll regret it." He looked like he'd just hit the jackpot, as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders.
"Oh? A break-up already? That was quick." I teased, spotting his predictable reaction.
"Jeez! Could you not?!"
I rolled my eyes, barely paying attention to his flustered tone.
"Honestly, you're way too easy to tease."
I leaned back, crossing my arms, enjoying the discomfort written all over his face.
"But fine, if you're going to keep acting like that... I suppose I'll indulge."
I let the words linger in the air, letting the tension hang between us, before casually adding,
"So, Frank... don't you think we're kinda destined to be together or something like that?"
I stepped closer, putting myself just a little bit ahead — both physically and mentally.
"Uh, no... not really."
His face flushed, eyes widening in surprise, and he quickly gulped, caught completely off guard.
"Hey, chill. I'm just joking," I said with a light laugh. "You know how I am, right?"
"Yeah, but that was... unexpected. I should really stay away from you because... you know."
"What is it? My reputation?" I scoffed.
"Bahahaha..." I let out a crisp, satisfying laugh, barely holding back my amusement.
"As-if. Bleh, no one could ever see us as a pair. It's impossible. Maybe you should learn your place before you even think about it, mate."
I stuck my tongue out, a taunting smirk pulling at my lips as I enjoyed the way his face flushed, the flustered look making him seem so... easy to toy with.
"But well... not that I don't want to. But perhaps not as a partner..."
I whispered, my breath warm against his ear.
A low chuckle escaped me, but it wasn't out of amusement.
No, this was different.
I wanted to teach this crocodile a lesson—one he'd remember.
I once again took a step forward, my presence overwhelming as I pressed him into the wall with both hands, leaving him no room to escape.
The look in his eyes was telling—he turned his head, as if trying to avoid my gaze, but I saw right through him. He was trying to shield himself from the vulnerability I was exposing, wishing he could hide from the daring look in mine.
But then, he smirked. A smirk that didn't match the situation—a smirk full of something darker.
"Charlotte, do you really think I'd even try to escape?" His voice was smooth, almost mocking.
Before I could respond, his right hand moved down to my leg, his fingers brushing against the fabric of my skirt, just lightly enough to make my skin tingle.
He was testing the waters, probing for my reaction.
I froze, my eyes narrowing as I fought to keep my composure.
"Hey, no! Stop!" I hissed, instinctively shifting away, but his grip didn't falter.
"What if someone sees us?!" The words spilled out before I could stop him.
The thought of being caught made my stomach twist. But honestly, why did I even care?
"If they do, let them enjoy it..." His voice was low, almost a purr, as he leaned closer, his lips grazing the edge of my ear.
I stiffened, irritation burning in my chest.
This damn double-faced playboy was taking this too far.
"Are you out of your mind?!" I snapped, trying to keep my voice from rising. "If anyone finds us like this, it'll cause an uproar!"
He raised an eyebrow. "Aren't you the one who's always so careful with your reputation?"
I grit my teeth, my pulse quickening. "Yeah, well, that doesn't mean I want to screw it up for no damn reason!"
His hand slid higher, creeping up from my inner thigh, and my breath caught. It was a move I wasn't prepared for, a move that stirred something inside me, even as I told myself to fight back.
"Stop... ahhh~" My voice wavered, barely above a whisper, and I had to push away the wave of conflicting emotions that rushed over me.
"What a hypocrite," he murmured, his words dripping with mockery.
"Don't start, you filthy playboy." I bit back. "I'm not playing your game."
The silence between us was thick with tension, but I wasn't going to let him win this one.
"Alright fine, you've got your answer. Night. My apartment. Happy?" I shot him a cold, challenging look, unwilling to let him see how much this was affecting me.
"Exactly what I was looking for." His smirk was smug, but there was something darker in his eyes.
As for the rest? That would stay a secret — a history shared only by agents who knew far too much about each other.
Or... well, don't you want to know what happens next?
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Night. 8 PM. My Apartment.