The perfect encounter

Chapterseven

CHAPTER SEVEN

“No one!!!” They all shouted in unison and surprise.

“What did you hear” Mark asked feeling his heart about to burst for his chest.

“Nothing much, I just heard I love her, who were you talking about?” Clara replied looking at everyone of them.

She suspected they were hiding something from her.

“Ohh that, I was talking about how much I love Allison” Stephen laughed nervously.

“Yes, we were talking about when we first met and how much he loves me” Allison quickly backed him up.

“Alright then” She decided to let it go.

“I'm sorry” Mark and Clara said at the same time.

“I'm sorry for slapping you, I was just angry with myself, I shouldn't have taken it out on you” Clara apologized.

Her head became a little clearer when she went outside, she knew he was just looking out for her.

“I'm also sorry for saying all those words, I'm sorry, forgive me” Mark also apologized.

“I just want you for myself” He muttered under his breath which was low that no one could hear.

“So, we are good?” Clara asked feeling relieved.

“Yes, we are” Mark nodded.

He stood up and opened his arms for a hug which Clara happily jumped into his arms, she felt comforted and safe anytime he hugged her and Mark felt his heart stir anytime she was in his arms.

“Awwn so cute, group hug” Allison jumped on them and Stephen as they all fell on the bed laughing.

“Let's all go out and get something to eat before we go out and catch the bad guys” Allison suggested.

“Pizza time” They all shouted and went out of the room.

“Clara” Eliot muttered her name repeatedly as he kept on thrusting roughly into the brown haired lady under him who kept on moaning.

After his final thrust, he released everything and stood up from the bed without caring about the lady.

“Get dressed and get out” he roared at her.

The lady quickly picked her clothes and ran out of the room.

“s**t” he cursed as he touched his lips which had a little cut.

After his encounter with her, he felt a fire raging in his heart and a thirst which seemed unquenchable. He was craving for her lips once again.

He could still taste her and hear how she moaned in his ears, he could feel how soft her skin was.

“Clara” he whispered her name, he saw himself getting hard again.

The w***e he brought back to his house was just plain, he picked her only because her hair colour was similar to Clara's own.

“I can't do this” he said when his eyes went to he and Lyra's picture.

“I'm betraying you because you sacrificed yourself for me” he took the picture and looked at Lyra's smiling face.

He could remember clearly how she jumped in front of the bullet that was intended for him, he caught a glimpse of the person's face but couldn't kill him because his whole body was focused on her.

“She looks so much like you” he thought, there was a close resemblance between both of them.

They were both fierce and captured his heart effortlessly.

Grrrrrrrr, his phone rang as he picked it up.

“Hello, okay” he hung up and threw the phone on the bed.

He had a meeting to attend to which involved all the assassin, even though he wasn't part of their association because he worked on his own after his mentor died and he was retired.

He still attended it to know what was going on and to avoid any unnecessary problem.

“I have to stop thinking about her” He said when his thoughts went to Clara.

Clara who was eating Pizza and ice cream in a place which wasn't far from Stary Club with her teammates sneezed for the third time.

“Am I catching a cold or is someone talking about me” she looked around.

“Do you have fever but it isn't cold here” Mark touched her forehead to check if her body was hot.

“ Or maybe someone is thinking about you” Allison teased.

“Who could that be” She said as he mind drifted off to the man she kissed earlier today.

“I don't even know his name” she said.

“Who's that?” Mark asked when he heard he talk.

“Nothing, just talking to myself” she quickly said.

“A lot of top politicians visit Mike's club, I wonder what they are collecting in return” Stephen said when another man came out from the club.

“We need to gather information, I suggest we work in there” Stephen suggested.

“That isn't a bad idea, we need a new identity, I'll call our chief if he can get it prepared for us” Clara agreed.

“If we are closer to them, we would be able to get information on them and about their every move” she added.

“Have you called me your father?” Stephen asked making the table go silent.

“Ouch!” He shouted when Allison kicked his leg under the table.

“I'm sorry if it's an insensitive question” He apologized.

“It's fine, I have to carry all of you along, I suspect he is really the mole in the police but he isn't the only one” She explained to them.

“I'll make sure everyone pay for their crimes even if he's my father” she vowed.

In a dark place back in Los Angeles.

“The drugs have been tested and the ladies are pure and fresh, make sure to send the money and the goods will be sent to Paris” the voice said.

“Make sure to keep an eyes on the team I sent, especially detective Clara, she is smart and dangerous, be careful” the person said and hung up.

The door creaked open and a little girl around the age of five walked in.

“Daddy, mommy is calling you” she said in her tiny voice.

“Okay there, let's go and meet mummy” George, the head of the police department said as he closed the door to his office.