The Playboy's Assassin

Leather Girl: Enrique.

Clarisse cheered me on as I took shots off Araceli. The bitter taste of the tequila made me grimace and I licked the salt lined on her tummy. I swallowed and shuddered. I hated taking body shots but the women wanted it. I knew Araceli wanted my mouth on her and the body shot was just a sample of the other things I could do to her with my tongue.

She got off the table and gave me a sexy grin then kissed me. It was a hot kiss that made me anticipate the events that were sure to occur later in my bed.

Clarisse and Araceli were my companions for the night. I had found them on the dancefloor earlier and they seemed like they needed the company of a man. They’d jumped on the chance to hang out with one of New York’s top five most sought after bachelors.

Yeah, I still couldn’t get over seeing my name on the list today.

Vanguard magazine named me as the fifth most sought after bachelor in New York, I even made front-page. Vanguard magazine was the leading magazine in the entertainment industry. It was a head trip for me! Of course, I wasn’t as rich as Christian Grey or as devilishly handsome as Channing Tatum but I was pretty good looking myself and had a hot body too. It didn’t hurt too that I just hit thirty million subscribers on my YouTube channel this week which means there’d be an onslaught of requests from brands wanting me to advertise their products.

I was already famous and life couldn’t get better. I couldn’t wait for the next phase of my life.

I felt eyes watching me and I glanced around the bar till my gaze settled on a tall redhead in a black get-up staring at me with a bottle of flavoured water to her lips.

Who drinks water at a club?

She looked young and had this intense look to her that was both hot and sexy at the same time. She placed the bottle on the counter and waved at me. I smiled and waved back. She stared at me for a while longer before turning to face the bar.

Was that a come-hither look she gave me just now or just a plain look because I was sure she gave me a look. I gave her a brief appraisal and nodded at what I saw.

She had curly locks that flowed down her back, all the way to her waist and from what I could see, perky, well-rounded buttocks that filled the stool she sat on.

I’d tap that.

Araceli pulled my face back to hers and pouted her luscious pink lips at me.

“What are you staring at? I’m right here,” she said in an Italian accent, pushing her size C cup breasts at me.

“No one baby, I got eyes only for you.” I lifted her off the table and placed her on my lap. She giggled and wrapped her arms around me.

Araceli was Italian like me with dark hair and bangs covering her temple, dark eyes and a round face but unlike me, she knew Italian and could speak it. I knew nothing. I looked Italian but didn’t sound like it, I was a thoroughbred New Yorker to the core.

Clarisse wrapped her arm around mine and pulled me down to her so she could whisper in my ear. “Wanna come back home with me?” she said in a breathy whisper.

Clarisse was the blond, blue-eyed kind of girl with a large chest and a dirty tongue that whispered dirty things in your ears when you were inches deep in her. I’ve bedded her before so she’s lost the appeal but I wouldn’t say no to a threesome.

“Back off! He’s mine for the night,” Araceli took Clarisse’s arm off me and glared at her.

Wow! Feisty. I love that.

“He can speak for himself.” Clarisse spat, glaring right back.

As much as I loved two ladies fighting over me, that would only end with me not getting laid tonight.

“Ladies, ladies, calm down.” I turned to Clarisse and pouted. “Sorry honey but you heard the lady. I’m hers for the night, maybe we could hang out tomorrow?”

She huffed and flipped her hair, hitting me in the face with it. She got up and stormed off. Well, that’s her loss.

“It’s settled then, I’m all yours,” I said to Araceli and she jubilated, doing a little happy dance on my lap that only stirred up things that shouldn’t be up in here.

“Mind doing that for me later?” I asked and she smirked, making her look sexy and bad. God, I loved bad girls that looked irresistibly sexy! Especially the ones like that leather girl. I glanced at the bar again to find her seat empty.

Uh? Where’d she go?

And to think I wanted to get her number. We could’ve hung out later. I glanced around the club searching for her but she wasn’t anywhere. She was gone.

I stumbled through the door with Araceli’s legs wrapped around my waist, our lips locked together in a passionate kiss. I closed the door with my leg and walked towards the bed in the middle of the room. The room was dark with the only source of lighting coming from the moonlight streaking in through the window.

I was too hot for her to turn on the light. I dropped her on the bed and she spread her legs open for me, biting her lips and driving me even more crazy for her. I unbuttoned my shirt slowly, taking my time to tease her before finally taking it off and showing her my tight abs.

She gave my body a once over and smiled. A dirty smile that made me eager to get in bed with her. I took off my pants followed by my boxer briefs and she gasped when she saw me in all my naked glory.

Working out two hours a day for that reaction was totally worth the pain.

She beckoned me to her with a crooked finger and I climbed on the bed. She pushed me onto the bed and straddled me, smiling at me before going down on me. I loved women who liked to take control in bed, it was hot and made me even more turned on.

I groaned as she worked on me, her head bobbing up and down. All of a sudden, she stopped.

“What? Why’d you stop?” I stared at her with heavy-lidded eyes and she giggled.

“I have to take my clothes off,” she said. She reached behind her to get the zipper of her dress and I heard a tiny whistle. She froze and fell unconscious on top of me.

“What the…” I stared at her in surprise.

Is this supposed to be part of foreplay?

I looked up at the spot she was at a moment ago and jumped off the bed, falling onto the floor

“Holy s**t!” I screamed.

There was a silhouette holding a gun in front of me. The person stepped into the light and it turned out to be the leather girl from the club.

“How the f**k did you get into my room?” I asked, trying to grab the duvet to cover my naked body.

A bullet whizzed past my hand, hitting the bed headboard. She moved closer and pointed the gun right between my eyes. I froze, staring at the barrel of the gun. There was a pungent smell of gunpowder in the air and a little smoke coming out of the silencer attached to the gun.

I’ve watched enough action movies to know she could just shoot me right here and no one would be the wiser.

I could hear my heart thumping wildly in my ears, sweat pooled on my skin, my breath coming out harshly.

I was very well aware of my nakedness and I suddenly felt shy. I would die butt naked with a semi hard-on with a bunch of strangers from the forensics to stare at my body and try to figure out how I died.

I felt the uncomfortable sensation of my bladder getting filled up and I shuddered. I cannot pee right now.

She moved closer and placed the gun directly on my forehead. I flinched from the hot contact of the barrel, my legs trembled, the sensation in my stomach got even more uncomfortable.

I stared at her cold green eyes and expressionless face wondering how someone so young and innocent-looking could be about to kill me. She was so close to me, I could feel the tension in the air, hear every breath she took. She gulped, her piercing eyes stared deep into my soul and I could feel death approaching. Her hand pressed down on the trigger and I flinched.

Her eyes didn’t leave mine. Something flashed across them but it was gone too quick for me to tell what it was. And then she stepped away, her hand dropped beside her.

“This is the part where you beg for your life,” she said in a raspy voice and it happened. I peed on myself.