Dangerous Entanglement

EPISODE 37

/KELVIN’S POV/

‘What the f*** are you doing here…’ were only words I could formulate in my head at that point in time.

It was Janice, since that incident of we working out together, I haven’t been able to meet her again, I nether know her sister or her apartment, the idea of searching for her all through the fifty story sky scrapper was unimaginable, though for some days after that incidence, I really regretted my actions and so wanted to apologize, but I had to give up after a couple of days, especially with nothing to actual keep reminding me of what had happened that day.

She just walked right into the lift carriage without uttering a word, just as the lift was about to close up, my brain rebooted and my eyes shifted to the wall facing the outside the elevator and I could see that familiar sign telling me I’m now at the floor I live on.

“This our stop…” I said hastily and in a swift move I yanked my right hand off Sandra’s boobs and throw it on the closing door, it rolled back into the wall giving me and Sandra more time to alight the carriage.

“Oh my God, what was that…?” Sandra asked immediately the elevator doors closed up behind us.

“What do you mean? I asked her holding her hand to walk her to the door into the apartment.

“Come on kelvin, you went cold upon seeing the lady…” oh yes she caught me, but I was not ready to even admit I know who the lady was. So I immediately laughed out loud.

“It’s not about the lady Sandra…” I was still in the process of formulating an explanation but Sandra won’t let that as usual.

“So it is about what?” she asked as she turned me to the wall beside a door planting an aggressive kiss again, fortunately that was my apartment. I had to grab her and hold her out of my body to look at her to calm down.

“It is about we being erotic in public places, just like you are doing again presently… can just keep calm, we’ve got the whole day to ourselves, at least till the evening hours.” I was still looking at her waiting for a response to my declaration.

“Okay…” she responded and I released her and turned to open the door and I held it open for her while she stepped in. Upon stepping into the house, Sandra hardly waited for the door to close behind her before she pounced on me again.

“Get over here, I can’t wait any longer.” She uttered in between moans. I quickly got control of the situation again as she pressed me to the wall, I don’t like being dominated during intimacy, nor do I like dominating, I prefer the field to be shared, a mutual expression of emotions through intimacy.

I turned the table and pressed he to the wall, ravaging her neck while my right hand trail up her tight as I raised her knee length gown, she was still pumping and trying to gain control of the situation but I wasn’t about to give her that opportunity because she was obviously going weak already. My hand met the end of her tights and I surprisingly didn’t meet with the expected fabric at that junction. I quickly released her hand which was held up high with my left hand, I yanked her overlap V-neck to expose her cleavages as I dived my face into them while I also simultaneously divulged in between her tights with my middle finger and that was the breaking point for her.

“Take me kelvin… take mee…” she gasped for air as those words struggled out of her lips.

I carried her with her legs and hands wrapped around me while I walked over to the room with her lips not letting go of mine.

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/HANNAH’S POV/

“Shut the door…” Douglas had stated once we got into his office and he was at his seat, I noticed the mood on his face and was surprised it wasn’t carrying the joyful mood I was expecting of him.

“What’s wrong?” I questioned him as he ushered me to sit down while he also settled himself on his seat, he looked at me with disappointment as he crossed his fingers and below his jaw, showing he had a very sad news to break to me but was not yet sure on how to go about it.

“You have a distressing look rather than what expect you to be having after the very good operations we carried out today” I commented in total dismay and confusion.

“Hannah…” he began but remained mute again, I kept quite paying total attention to what he had to say, but he remained quite again.

“What did you call the name of that you C.I again?” he asked, making me wonder what has that got to do with the fact that he is carrying the face I expected to see Sam carry earlier which he wasn’t.

“Dele…” I said after a brief thought of what he was driving at.

“Well, first of all, his name ain’t Dele, he is Mikel Andrew, and for all I know he has been working undercover for the agency…” he dived into explanations straight without holding me down to any suspense.

“Undercover agent…?” His declaration hit me with a shock I wasn’t ready for, changing my mood entirely within a split of seconds.

‘But why is he telling me this? I just solved a case, who cares if the person that got me the information that helped me in solving the case was a professional undercover agent or not?’ Questions began to run in my head, trying to understand why he was sad about who my C.I in the case is.

“Yeah, Mikel Andrew is an undercover agent, and from what I gathered, he has been assigned on that dock for about six months ago and every detail he told you have been in record about two weeks ago, and all the plans has been put in place for this burst we had” His words were tearing down my pride and joy, making it feel like all what I am happy about Is someone else’s hard work over the months.

“But I also put effort and sweat in to the work…” I said out loud, maintaining a pitch that doesn’t make me sound like I am raising my voice at a superior as I try to defend myself and my just earned victory which he was trying to take away from me.

“I found the chines shop and the…” I continued with a straight face.

“That’s not the point Hannah…” Douglas retorted cutting me at the middle of my sentence.

“Then what is the point?” I fired back, little bit forgetting he was my superior at that instance.

“Because at this moment, it seems to me that you saying didn’t really get the job done, rather it had already been finished before I was brought into the picture” I fired at him using all my strength to stop tears drooling from my eyes as I couldn’t help but stood up over his head because the seat was no longer convenient.

“That’s not the problem Hannah…” he stood up in a flash as he lashed out at me frustrated by my blind and selfish approach to the matter.

“Then what is the problem goddamit?” I lashed back at him.

“Mikel Andrew is dead…” he said almost screaming.

“What did you say…?” I asked sitting myself back on the seat I had stood up from some minutes ago.

“Yes, Dele is dead Hannah” he reaffirmed to me settling himself back into the chair.

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