Chapter Ten.
ADONIS'S POINT OF VIEW.
I went to my office to finish some paperwork for the hotels, but my focus was on the damn email.
Just when I was about to lose my patience, I heard the notification of my email, and I looked and saw the mail from the P.I.
“Fina--Fucking--lly!” I start to feel some strange things in my stomach, things that confuse me.
I already ate, so I’m not hungry.
Anyway, I click open, and press play, then forward until I see her.
My heart starts racing, and I pause the video.
Fucking shit, she is so damn gorgeous!
My dick agrees with me and instantly grows hard.
I watch her body swaying sensually, dancing a dance only her body could ever pull off, without even blinking, without breathing, until my lungs burn and my eyes blur at the edges from lack of moisture. I just can’t stop. I can’t take my eyes off her.
After a few more minutes, I manage to pull myself out of the trance her sensual moves put me in, and I continue until she leaves the office.
She went left, but there were no more cameras that way. Where does that hallway lead? I press forward again until I see myself back in the club, searching for her like a lunatic.
I searched for over half an hour, looking at every person in the club, but she was nowhere to be seen.
She never left the club.
I watched the entire video of the night, but still saw no sign of her. Just as I was about to rewind to check again, I saw her.
Holy fucking shit!
Where was she the whole night? Hiding? Why didn’t I look to see what was in that fucking hallway while I was there?
Okay, let’s think.
She sent me a bottle of whiskey, so she knows the place and the people. At least that security guard knows her.
I see another guy behind her, and my blood starts boiling.
WHO THE FUCK IS HE?
I hit the zoom button, and my heart calms down again when I see it's the same bodyguard who came with the bottle.
Then the lights go off.
Now think motherfucker.
Who is she?
Does she know the owner?
Is she the owner? No fucking way! She would be too fucking perfect! Gorgeous and smart.
I have to track her down and have her.
I make a screenshot of her picture and email it back to my P.I. with a short message:
‘FIND HER AND FIND OUT WHO IS THE OWNER OF APPOLI!!! A.S.A.P. !!!’
Today was a good day. I solved the problem with the warehouse, got our guns back, and killed the motherfucker. But most importantly, I got the video.
Pleased with myself and tired as fuck, I take a quick shower and slide under the covers.
“Goodnight, rainbow. See you soon.”
ARTEMIS’S SHORT POINT OF VIEW
I look at the watch and see that it’s time to go.
I get dressed in my work clothes, black latex pants for flexibility, and a black latex top, pull my hair up in a tight bun, then jump in my car and drive to the doc.
I put my sniper, knives, and gun on the ground side by side, just in case I face surprises and I’ll need short-range weapons. Then I lie down on my stomach and look through the sniper's lens to see if my two targets are here, but they’re not.
Meanwhile, I gather some sand and let it drift slowly to observe how fast and in what way the wind is blowing, then wait for the targets to appear.
The guys are human traffickers, so the pleasure is all mine.
After a few minutes, a black SUV stops, and two men, whom I recognize as my targets, exit and walk up to a container.
I wait for them to open it because the container is full of women, and I can’t open it myself without being seen.
One of the guys opens it, and I aim, take a deep breath, hold it, and just as I was about to shoot, I saw another car parked right next to them.
I wait, and I see three guys coming out. They shook hands with my other targets and laughed.
Okay, now I have five targets. I won the fucking lottery. I won’t take any money for these three, and to be honest, I would kill them all for free. When I can, I do, but receiving money is even more rewarding.
I take a big breath again, hold it, and pull the trigger.
Five bullets, five guys.
I hear the girls screaming from inside the container, but they are probably too afraid to come out, so I take one of my burner phones and call the police.
They will be fine now.
I break the SIM card and the phone, then throw them into the water. I put everything in my car and drove home, feeling more than satisfied with myself.
I wonder what my gorgeous stranger would think of me now. He'd probably run for the hills.
Finally at home, I put on some comfy clothes, go into the kitchen, and pour myself a glass of red wine— I deserve to relax—. I turn on the TV and settle in on the couch to watch my favorite show. Even though my mind kept pulling me back to the previous night with my handsome guy, I managed to watch it.
Baby steps.
In a few days, I won't even remember him.
His green eyes won't appear behind my eyelids every time I close my eyes, they won't swallow my soul and haunt my tripping heart. I won't feel the ghost of his lips whispering need, want, and seduction across my lips. In a few days, I won't wake up all sweaty, panting, and buzzing with the remains of the orgasm I had while dreaming of him.
Just a few days...