Chapter 29: Chapter 29



Annabelle's POV

I had woken up to an empty bed and a dull ache between my legs, a sweet reminder of the nasty things I and Charles had done throughout the night. I swear to everything holy that It had been the best sex of my life. Never had I ever come as hard and as fast as I had, as Charles took me to completion over and over again. It was bliss, it was crazy, and it was mind-blowing.

I blushed hard as the thought of my frantic curses and moans flashed before my eyes.

Fuck! Last night was wild.

I stretched my aching body as the feeling of smooth satin sheets enveloped me. I felt so fucking complete and whole. I could completely get used to this, waking up with a well-serviced body and a satisfactory purr. If only my father could just let me go, if only I could just resign and have a family of my own, my own life, my own choices.

I sighed in despair. There was no way I could leave the agency alive, and I didn't have the fortitude to be a haunted rouge agent.

The thought of my father brought me back to my senses and I moaned in frustration.

I had a job to do and here I was daydreaming about impossible things. How was I suppose to kill a man who had been nothing but good to me? A man who had given me so much pleasure, I hadn't known where I stopped and where he began. A man I couldn't stop thinking about.

Taking in a deep breath, I decided it was time to go to work. Picking myself up from the bed, I looked around for something to where and found his T-shirt. I pulled it on and reached for his boxers when I spotted a flash of light peeping from behind his desk. That looked like a camera.

The fuck? From the angle it was at, it looked well hidden, and the only reason I had recognized it for what it really was, was because I was familiar with every new technology that was in the market. Every single thing that looked like a gadget was known to me. Which begged the question of who placed it there. Was it Charles? Or his parents?

I removed my eyes as if I hadn't seen them and rose slowly with the boxer in my hands. Acting as if everything was normal, I walked to the desk and sat on top of it. I placed the boxers beside me, positioning them in a way that half of it was on top of the table and the other half was dangling over it, effectively blocking the camera. I picked up the verse that was close it me and placed it on the boxer, locking it in place.

With a satisfied smile, I stood up from the table and started my search around the room. If I were to hide something with my son, without him knowing it was with him, where would it have been? How do I hide a key in plain sight? I ransacked his wardrobe, his briefcase, under the carpet, behind the enlargements and posters. Every fucking where, but there was no key anywhere in sight.

Fuck!

I hit my hands on my head, think Annabelle think, I berated myself. What could this key be?

A memory flashed before my eyes as last night event replayed. I stopped in shock. Oh no, it can't be. Unless...

Those sneaky bastards.

Last night, during our third or fourth round, I had caught a glimpse of a tattoo at the underside of Charles's arm. I had mindlessly asked him about it and he had grunted something about having it since he was a child, as he pounded into me. I hadn't thought much about it then because obviously, I had been in the throes of passion. But now, it all made sense. The key wasn't an actual key, it was a code.

Damn! That was smart as hell.

I needed to get a good look at that code again. But how could I do that without him getting suspicious of me? Right now I could only assume he was downstairs, probably trying to fix me breakfast. The thought of him doing that sent guilt, regret and desire down my guts.

I pushed the feeling aside. This was a job and I needed to concentrate. Plotting my next line of action, I opened the door and made my way down the stairs to the kitchen, using the fresh scent of coffee permeating the air as a guide.

On my way down, I noticed something that looked like a back door. I had seen a lot of that in my lifetime to recognize one. I decided that for my plan to work, I needed to come in unnoticed. So, I slipped into the room but it was just in time to catch Charles words in anger.

"--Is that even your real name?" He asked. I looked towards the direction he was throwing those words at, and lo and behold, a half-naked Meg stood across the island, looking all emotional and doe-eyed as she conversed with Charles. I deep feeling of hate and jealousy enveloped me.

Oh no, not this bitch again.

Taking in a deep breath to control my spiralling emotions, I stepped further into the room and walked towards Charles. And as I did, Meg sighted me and I was so very happy to see the look Of anger and shock as they enveloped her sharp features, stopping whatever gibberish she was about to spill.

This was my chance. If I didn't get that code now, I wasn't sure when I was gonna get the opportunity again. As I reached behind Charles, I slipped my hands between his arms and pressed my breast on his back, which gave me a clear sight of his tattoo. Before he could say a thing or turn, I tightened my arms around his midsection and memorized the code in seconds. Then to distract him, I said something about him preparing burnt coffee for me.

My heart was beating so fast beneath my chest, I almost couldn't breathe as he turned around and took me into his strong arms. Everything from there on out was a blur as Meg gave us come cheezy explanation about herself when we both knew the truth. Charles mother came into the kitchen and threw lucrative insults at me which allowed me to run out of their presence. I had handled the situation as best as I could. If not for the fact that I loved Charles--

Fuck!

I didn't love Charles, there was no fucking way I did. This shit was becoming too complicated for me. I didn't want to think about how I felt right now, I didn't want to think at all. I ran into his room and picked up my phone. Within minutes, I typed in the code, memorized it again and wiped it from the phone.

I wasn't stupid enough to keep anything on my phone. I knew for a fact that it was tapped and was being tracked. I wasn't an amateur. It was because they knew I was a damn brilliant agent, they gave me this contract.

I dropped the phone inside my purse and began gathering my things. I had gotten what I came for and it was time for me to leave. Just as I finished zipping up my dress, Charles came into the room.

"Baby, I'm so sorry," He said lovingly as he moved to stand behind me, kissing my shoulder as his arms wrapped themselves around my waist.

"Charles," I cloaked, a lump forming within my throat, I couldn't breathe, I couldn't think, I felt like fucking crying, I was a complete mess.

"Shhhhhh," Charles cooed as his fingers lifted to caress my chin. "I know baby, I know."

Turning me to face him, he continued, "My family could be fucking insensitive but I'm not like that. I promise to never hurt you okay?"

"Okay," I nodded. "I have to go, Charles," I whispered, trying and failing to avoid his alluring eyes.

"I know. When would you be free? I'd love to take you on a real date before you left for Abuja."

"I don't know Charles---"

"Look, it's not a rushed decision on my part, okay? I really want to get to know you. What do you say I pick you up at 8 pm on Friday?" He asked, giving me that puppy look I couldn't resist.

How I wish he knew what was coming for him. He would never have asked to see me again. I was contracted to kill him for god sake! How much more fucked up could this be?

He covered the space between us and placed his lips on mine. Soft, gentle, and tender. There was so much raw emotion, I could hardly breathe.

I found myself nodding in agreement as he offered to drive me to my hotel. Which almost meant I was down for Friday date night.

As I stepped out of the mansion and into to car, I couldn't help feeling the cloud of foreboding and doom lurking around us.

We were so fucked! Totally and irreversibly fucked!