Billionaire by Chance

Russian Spy

Adrien's house is completely decorated with a lot of beautiful art and elegant furniture that leaves me open-mouthed. I know he bought it this way because I haven't seen him moving furniture from somewhere else or anything, plus it's pretty common with this type of houses. But... how did he manage to find a house with such perfect decor? It's unbelievable. I absolutely love everything about it.

"Ugh... I have to go to sleep. Follow me, I'll take you to a guest room," he drags his words and heads for the stairs, "Wait, do you want some water or something? Are you hungry? I can make you some toast, I have a super amazing toaster. Come on, I’ll show you my toaster."

"No, Adrien, don’t worry about that, it’s way too late. Just show me the room."

"Oh, okay," he says, sounding a little sad and starts trudging upstairs. I keep my body on guard because I feel like he might collapse and fall on me at any moment, but luckily we make it to the second floor without falling, "I hate this house. I seriously want to go to the kitchen but I'd have to walk three blocks to get there, it's fücking annoying."

"Do you want me to get you anything?"

"No! God no," he shakes his head vehemently, "You've done enough for me. You do nothing but help me, I feel awful. Do you need money? I can give you some."

"No," I laugh, shaking my head. God, this man, "You'd seriously give me money for bringing you home?"

"Of course, you helped me. And what else can I do with all that money besides spend it?" He asks, sounding genuine. He stops in front of a door and opens it for me, "Come in. My room is next door if you need anything. Lock the door if you don't trust me."

"Why wouldn't I trust you? You're the nicest person I know," I admit and Adrien frowns as if he doesn't know why I said that. And I guess he doesn't understand because for him I’ve only known him for two days, "Anyway, you should go to sleep. It's late."

"Yes... goodnight, Viktoria," he blurts out and stares at me for a couple of seconds before waving goodbye and starting to walk away. I close the door and turn to look around the room, taking off my shoes and groaning with pleasure because they’re new and have been hurting me all night.

Everything is new and perfect here, unused, like a hotel room. I walk to the bed and sit down for a moment. I should go out and do a home inspection, but I don't think there's much point. Adrien just moved in with nothing but a backpack and a black bag with all the new stuff he bought. If there's anything that could be of use, it's in his room.

So I opt to take off my clothes, open the covers and crawl into bed, setting an alarm for six in the morning. Adrien usually leaves around seven fifteen and I don't think he's one of the people who wakes up extra early, so I guess that will give me about thirty minutes of inspecting his room before he wakes up.

I sigh and close my eyes, falling asleep immediately.

I wake up a couple of hours later with a startled gasp. The room is still dark and I feel confused for a couple of seconds, but I blink and my mind wakes up quickly. I feel like I haven't slept at all, but I get up anyway and carve my eyes to get rid of the mental fogginess. I need to go spy on Aiden's room and I have about half an hour, if not less.

After getting dressed again and putting on the damn shoes I now hate, I unlock my door and go next door to open it very, very slowly. Fortunately, the door doesn't make any noise at all, which makes it pretty easy to get in.

It's kind of funny to think that cute little Adrien was worried about me and even advised me to lock my door because he considers himself a possible threat to me, but he didn't think to do the same because I'm obviously a small frail woman who could never hurt him. Men seriously are all the same. I think every single time I've killed men, I've had a million advantages for being seemingly harmless, so I guess sexism is a benefit in the end, at least for me.

I close the door behind me and look at the bed to see if the body lying there moves. But once I notice what's happening on the bed, I can't take my eyes away.

Adrien is completely naked and lying on his stomach, his white äss is only partially covered by a sheet and his arms are fully stretched out at his sides, taking up as much space on the bed as possible.

His back is much wider and marked than I expected and maybe it's because I've just woken up and am not fully in my senses, but I allow myself to watch him for a little longer than I should and even walk to the bed to get a better look at his body.

Once again, male arrogance fills me with a bit of envy. How is it possible to live in such an easy world where you can sleep naked in a house with a stranger? Adrien knows absolutely nothing about me, I could do so many things to him... starting with this thing I'm doing right now, standing in front of his bed and stare at his body like a sick woman.

At times like this I ask myself: I've already done the worst of the worst: killing, so what's to stop me from doing other bad things? I'll already go to hell if there is one or I'll be reincarnated as a fücking spider in my next life if that's what happens, so... why stop at killing? Why not do other bad things... like touch this man while he's asleep like any man would if he were in my position?

I reach out my hand and touch his calf just a little. Adrien doesn't react at all so I take a couple of steps around the side of his bed and let my finger follow me, up his thigh, to his bare buttock and then to the small of his back. I'm about to continue up when Adrien's fücking cellphone starts ringing with the loudest, most outrageous alarm I've ever heard in my entire life and my heart leaps out.

I remove my hand immediately as Adrien starts growling on the bed and I look around but there's nowhere to hide or get in or anything, so I drop to the floor and do the last thing I can, I crawl under his bed, not bothering to be silent because his damn alarm keeps going off.

I manage to get completely under the bed and cover my mouth with one hand, trying to stop my heart as Adrien continues to growl on the bed without turning off the alarm.

A couple of seconds later, he finally turns it off and the room falls into a silence that feels absolutely whipping, so much so that I feel like he can hear my scared heartbeat still.

"Fück my life!" Adrien complains loudly in the deepest and raspiest voice I’ve ever heard, "Fück, my head. I want to die."

His feet come down from the bed right in front of me and I clamp my mouth even tighter, scared to make any noise even though Adrien is still moaning, grunting and groaning through his teeth as he gets up from the bed.

At that moment I remember my phone and with great difficulty I pull it out of my pocket to turn it off, efficient as always... except that getting into his room was perhaps not so efficient on my part, I must admit.

Adrien walks towards a door that happens to be his closet and I curse mentally because the room is so big that from that angle, Adrien could see me. If he just looks down a little bit, he's going to see me down here and that's absolutely going to ruin everything.

Adrien stops in the doorway to stretch and goes about cracking his bones for almost a full minute while I'm shïtting myself, expecting him to turn around and call the police at any moment.

Once he's done cracking every single bone in his body, he opens a drawer and pulls out some underwear, covering his white äss at last and then, instead of starting to get dressed, Adrien reaches over and pulls off the top shelf a package that looks a lot like....

Oh, shït. Holy shït.

Adrien carries the packet of coke over to his dresser on the side of the bed and gifts me with a view of his feet again.

"Just one," he mutters to himself as he prepares a line, I imagine, and then I hear him snort it and grunt again. He's silent for a while as if he's waiting for it to kick in and then grumbles, "Okay... maybe I need two."

I wait as he snorts again and then watch as he goes back to the closet to put the coke away one more time, before doing a couple of little jumps to hurry the reaction, I imagine, and starts getting dressed for real this time. I'm so surprised that I don't even feel scared during the time Adrien gets dressed and then leaves the room without having looked down once.

I think my job is absolutely done. If only Drake hadn't told me I need to take more time. It's so fücking easy, I could seriously kill him next week with this little piece of information.

With my friendship and with this much cocaine in his possession, all I need to do is come in here and make him overdose. A drug addict who used to live in a horrible neighborhood just a few weeks ago and suddenly he's rich... the report of his death would only be a couple of lines, no one would investigate anything. The best victim in the world is the one who kills himself.

Fücking Drake. And fücking Adrien for being so perceptive just when everything is going so well.