THE SPY WHO LOVED ME ( MISSION: HEARTBREAK SECRET AND SEDUCTION)

Authors P.O.V ~NORWAY, 2017 General Finn Iver's boots echoed through the Norwegian Military Headquarters, signaling his approach. Soldiers scrambled to attention, saluting as he passed. He nodded, and they dropped their hands in sync. He headed up to the fourth floor, receiving the same degree of respect as always. He stopped by the door where the three most recruited and active soldiers resided. "The General's approaching; prepare to welcome him," Soldier Sander announced from beside the General. The General looked at the new recruit who dared spit on him. Sander smiled sheepishly. He was an eighteen-year-old who joined the army a month ago. "Take a lap up and down the stairs seven times," the man said coldly, and the boy's face went pale, but he knew the repercussions of pleading and did as told. The General smirked and walked into the room. Three men stood vertically in salute, dressed in their casual wear since they were off duty. "Sir," they all greeted in chorus. "Erik Andersen," the man's eyes scanned the soldiers and stopped at the extremely handsome blonde who stood with an emotionless face. His abs were bulging through the white shirt he wore, it was like they were begging to be touched. They were as hard and dominant as his demeanor. "Sir?" His bold voice echoed through the silent room. "Governor Vegar Olsen requests your presence. Do fit to go see him by six," he said. "Sir, yes sir," Erik responded. The General nodded in satisfaction and left after giving the room a proper scan. Stain, the dark-haired devilishly handsome soldier who stood in the middle of Erik and Kjetil, a very tall gray-eyed soldier with tattoos all over his left arm, fell onto the bed and sighed. Kjetil sat on the bedside chair and grabbed a pack of cigarettes. "For a second, I thought we were f****d," Stain said exasperatedly as Erik pulled off his shirt, revealing a large tattoo on his chest. Everyone in the Norwegian army had it - a bird with an arrow through it and a writing in Norwegian. "You are the one who brought in that porn magazine, so it's all on you," Kjetil said, putting the cigar in his mouth and lighting it up. "Don't act like you didn't read it," Stain said dramatically, pointing at Kjetil like a child. "Don't dare pass your s**t to me, you p***y," Kjetil scowled, inhaling the smoke. “Then why was there c*m all over your boxers?” "What the hell were you doing with my boxers?" Stain growled, his eyes wide. "I was just looking for my gun," Stain lied. Erik rolled his eyes, putting on his uniform and ignoring the argument his two friends were engaged in, as usual. "f*****g lier," "Erik saw me," Stain turned his attention to Erik who was putting on his boot. His short blonde hair facing Stain. "right Erik?" "Mhm," Erik says in no mood to speak. He was always so serious, his heart and mind was sold to serving his nation and nothing more. He never had time for love except it was his mission to act like he was. "See," Erik says with wide eyes. Kjetil looks at Erik as he stands straight and grabs his gun. "You know that's the only word Andersen can say," Kjetil said, smirking and placing the remaining cigar on the table. "No, remember, he said the words 'f**k yeah' and 'harder' when f*****g that British b***h," Stain joked, and Kjetil chuckled. Erik smirked and looked at Stain. "Say that again," he said daringly, and Stain naively got up, ready to repeat himself. Erik pointed his gun at him, and Stain gasped loudly, lifting his hands up overdramatically. "We promised to go to America together with our kids; you can't kill me," Stain said, and Kjetil rolled his eyes, tired of his friend's stupidity. Erik brought the gun towards him playfully, and Stain fell onto the bed. Kjetil laughed at the sight of the bulge between his friend's legs. "Does everything turn you on, Stain?" Kjetil chuckled, and Erik smiled in amazement, a rare sight. "Nope, just Erik," Stain said, standing up and moving close to Erik, who grimaced and pointed the gun at him. Stain backed off. "I'm not gay, f**k off," Erik said, putting the gun into the holster around his neck. "You aren't into any gender. What are you? A 'hormoneless' wall?" "Walls don't have hormones," Kjetil groans. "Whatever. If Erik could f**k being a soldier he would." "Don't you two ever get tired of talking?" Erik says in annoyance. Stain puts his arms around his shoulder. "We are just concerned about you Erik. You've slept with a girl once since you first saw the light and that's really concerning." "Worst of all, it was because he was instructed to do it." Kjetil adds. Erik moves away from Stain's grip causing him to nearly fall. Erik grabbed his cap off the table and put it on. He puts his gun into his gun harness "Don't touch my chocolate bars in the fridge or I'll make sure you can't f**k any girl again," Erik warns Stain who was already heading to the kitchen. With that he left the room with the same hard demeanor he had everyday. ** Regjeringskvartalet: Government Building Complex, Oslo "I see," Governor Veger Olsen laughed over a phone call. "Norway would be ten times richer in the next two years if this works out, and everyone would have to vote for me when your reign elapses, President." Nick, who was about to place Veger's coffee on the table, mistakenly spilt it after hearing the news. "Ah, s**t, are you an i***t!" Veger shouts in annoyance when the hot coffee pours down on his tailored pants. "I...I'm sorry, sir," the staffer apologized, trembling in fear. "Ah, s**t, are you an i***t!" Veger shouted, his anger escalating. "How dare you speak to me like that, son of a bastard!" The president's voice boomed over the phone, causing Veger to flinch. "No, sorry, your Excellency. I was referring to my incompetent staff," Veger quickly recovered, trying to salvage the situation. A beep sounded, indicating the president had hung up. Veger glared at the staffer. "It's—" Someone knocked on the door, interrupting him. Without waiting for a reply, Veger's secretary, Liv, entered the office. "Sir, Erik Andersen, a soldier from the Norwegian army, unit six, requests permission to enter." Veger's expression changed, and he sat up straight. "You both should leave immediately and have him come in." Liv nodded and exited the room, followed by the staffer. Shortly after, Erik made his way into the office, his charming looks captivating Veger as always. "You sent for me, sir," Erik said, his hand folded into a fist by his side. Veger's eyes gleamed with interest. "Come on, no need to be so formal. Loosen up, lad." Erik's expression relaxed slightly, but he maintained his composure. "Sit, sit. I'll have Liv prepare something for you." "Sorry to decline, but I come strictly for duty," Erik replied, his eyes fixed on Veger. Veger smiled, impressed by Erik's nobility. "Ah, I see. Well, in that case, let's get down to business." He walked over to one of the multiple safes in the office, input his password, and opened it. "Here," he said, pulling out a document with the same tattoo on Erik's chest as the stamp. Erik's eyes followed Veger's every move, his interest piqued. "This will be your new identity," Veger explained, handing him the document. "You'll be assigned to the United Nations alongside your roommates. But remember, this mission is top-secret. Don't breathe a word to anyone, not even your comrades." Veger's eyes locked onto Erik's, his gaze intense. "You'll have to kill one of their governors. Everything you need to know is in this file." He handed Erik a thick folder. "And you must kidnap his daughter. Her information is classified, so you'll have to find out for yourself." Erik's expression remained stoic, but his mind raced with the weight of the task. "No matter what, you must get his daughter. She's our only leverage to secure the partnership. If anyone gets in your way, you have permission to execute them." Veger's voice was cold and calculating. "You'll have three months to set up your identity as a professor at an institution the US government believes the governor's daughter attends. Then, you'll execute your task and return. I've set up your profile and resume, and all necessary documents for your new identity are forged. From now on, you are Reece Heights, a graduate of Chemistry from Harvard." Veger's eyes gleamed with excitement. "You'll leave for the United States in three days. Get ready, Erik. You are now Reece Heights, a man with a new identity and a new mission." Erik nodded, his mind already racing with the challenges ahead. "Yes, sir. I understand." Veger smiled, satisfied. "Good. I knew I could count on you, Erik. You are one of the best soldiers Norway has to offer." Erik's expression remained stoic, but a hint of pride flickered in his eyes. "Thank you, sir." Veger Olsen nodded. “ Just remember: get up, get ready and get the job done.” AUTHORS NOTE: THIS IS MY FIRST EVER BOOK HERE, I DON'T USUALLY WRITE SMUT OR STORIES ABOUT MILITARY BUT I DECIDED TO DARE MYSELF AND DO SOMETHING OUT OF MY COMFORT ZONE. - I PERSONALLY AM NOT IN SUPPORT OF CURSE WORDS, PRE-MARRITAL s*x OR ESPIONAGE AND I HAVE NOTHING AGAINST THE US AND NORWEGIAN GOVERNMENT, THIS IS ALL FICTION BASED. - IM TRYING MY POSSIBLE BEST TO EDIT THIS BOOK SO PLEASE FORGIVE ME FOR THE GRAMMATICAL ERRORS OF MIXED NAMES. -THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE CONTENTS BUT NOT EXPLICITLY. A NOTE OF WARNING, THE SAD MOMENTS ARE MORE THAN THE HAPPY MOMENTS. - THIS BOOK ALSO CONTAINS INSTANCES OF r**e, TRAUMA, MENTAL DISORDER, EXTREME POSSESIVENESS , POLITICAL INSANITY, PAINFUL LOVE, PTSD, DID AND MANY MORE, SO IF YOU CAN'T HANDLE A PAINFUL LOVE STORY WITH NO WHERE OUT THEN I ADVICE YOU NOT TO READ. - I DO NOT CONDONE r**e OR PHYSICAL ABUSE, THE BOOK IS SEEMINGLY A DIDACTIC BOOK AGAINST SOCIAL, PHYSICAL, s****l AND POLITICAL INJUSTICE. - THE MAIN CHARACTERS COMRADES MAYBE A LITTLE TO MUCH EXPECIALLY STAIN BUT I LIKE HIM THAT WAY. HE'S LIKE THE GLITTER IN EVERY DULL MOMENT. - I'LL WROTE THIS BOOK SO READERS CAN UNDERSTAND NOTE EVERY LOVE STORY HAS HAPPY ENDINGS OR IS ALWAYS FILLED OF LOVEY DOVEY. BAD TIMES DO COME. - LASTLY, I'D LIKE TO DEDICATE THIS BOOK TO ALL THE SOLDIERS THAT DIED FOR THEIR COUNTRY LIVING BEHIND THEIR LOVED ONES, YOUR SACRIFICE WOULD NEVER BE FORGOTTEN. XOXO ~NAOMI