Enchanted By The Villain

CHAPTER 3.

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Alexia's P. O. V.

I thought I had seen the best of aesthetic interior designs until I entered the lobby of this exquisite mansion. Velvet drapes stretched from the top of the high walls, inches away from the double height suspended ceiling, to the floor of the lobby. Ornate chandeliers hung from the ceiling with cove lightings accentuating the magnificent POP designs on the ceiling. The walls were adorned with rich Elizabethan paintings, sculptural designs made from bronze and pieces of decor. The chairs were elegant with golden impressions on the edges.

"Please come with me madam," said Nicholas as he saw that I had slowed down to admire the interior of the lobby.

I quickly followed as we walked into a long corridor, turned left and climbed a fleet of stairs with golden rails. I could see the tiny cameras planted everywhere and I knew that my target was probably watching. For my impersonation to be real, I needed to act amazed by what I saw. I was a "fill in' for his daughter's nanny who had taken a 14 days leave to attend to her dying mother. My boss had created a false but believable identity for me with a solid back up story. I was a trained nanny from Dallas in the United States. I had an 8 year professional working experience and had even worked in an old people's home. When I got my file that contained details of this assignment, I had laughed at whom I was supposed to become and the meticulous attention to every tiny detail.

I had been trained in impersonating people, fictitious characters and real ones. I had worked with several fake identities. I could still remember the most challenging of them which was when I had to work as a Russian tourist in Limpopo, South Africa. I needed to infiltrate a local drug cartel operating in the South Eastern part of the country extending their trade to Mozambique and Botswana. The leader of the cartel had killed one of our handlers so we needed to retaliate and assume control of the market over there. He was particularly attracted to Russian ladies, his file read, so I pretended to be one on vacation in Limpopo. I had details of his daily activities and regular hangouts. I positioned for him to see me and even spoke loudly around him with a forced Russian accent but he never took notice of me. He was pretty occupied with some curvy Mzansi girls with enormous backsides. I had to make friends with one of them who took me to an exclusive party he had organized. I practically wooed him before he took interest in me. It took a lot of work for me to get him to a convenient place to execute my mission. I could clearly recall what he said before I shot him in the forehead a week later.

"I knew you were not what you claimed but I was foolish not to follow my instincts." He said.

My job seemed to get more dangerous with every mission. This current one looked quite easy for me cos I had learned and mastered the American accent. It was also easy for me because the house was truly amazing. I was Ms. Katelyn Harvey from Dallas and I needed to act accordingly.

"So when exactly am I supposed to meet with Mr. Alejandro?" I asked with a thick American accent.

"Mr. Alejandro will meet you in the morning.I have to check you in first." Nicholas replied as we stepped into another corridor.

After walking past two doors, he stopped in front of the third, dropped my bags gently on the floor,brought out a key card, placed it on the panel attached to the door handle, a blue light flickered with a beep and Nicholas opened the door.

"This is your room," he said as he stepped into the room with my bags.

The room was dimly lit, thick velvet curtains covered the large window giving only a peek into the distant woods beyond the house. A moderate bed stood in the middle of the room with bedside lamps on nightstands with shelves on both sides. A double sofa sat at a corner close to a reading table and chair.The walls were painted at different corners with warm Scandinavian designs. The room was exotic.

"Please make yourself comfortable. You can place your order for dinner from the menu on the table and it will be brought to your room. In the absence of any other thing to do for you, please permit me to take my leave now."

I smiled with a slight nod and he quickly hurried out of the room. I removed my jacket and collapsed into bed. As I lay in bed faced up, I knew that someone must be watching from some safe room in the building. I knew that there must be hidden cameras and voice recording devices in the room. I was a professional and so couldn't afford to leave anything to chance. I was here on a dangerous mission with the fake identity of a nanny, so I needed to act the part to the latter. I would blow my cover if I started searching for the cameras or voice recording devices. I was some hardworking nanny from Dallas whose only past time was watching adventure movies on Netflix. I quickly stood up, drew my bags close, opened them and brought out my tablet and all my personal effects. I brought out my bag of cosmetics and some of my clothes. I walked to the dressing mirror, opened one of the shelves and put the bag inside. I took the dresses to the wardrobe. I pulled off my clothes and underwears, grabbed my towel and headed for the bathroom. I made sure my activities were normal like someone totally unaware that she was being watched. As the water showered on my hair down to my body, I began to think about the mission.

Gabriel Alejandro was the son of Jonathan Alejandro, a late, ruthless Mexican drug lord who controlled major parts of the Mexican drug business. Jonathan was a hard and crafty man who rose to the top through his Machiavellian manovoures. He was a religious man who prayed every night at the Catholic sanctuary built in his Mexican home. But his religious background did not interfere with his business. Gabriel was nothing like his father and this made his father doubt weather he had the balls to do the dirty things occasionally required of a cartel boss in order to maintain control and instill fear in his subjects. Gabriel was soft in his father's eyes and this worried his father so much.

Jonathan did everything possible to toughen his son including making him fight with people stronger and bigger than he was and punishing any of them who deliberately allowed Gabriel to win. His father had two business associates with whom he controlled the Mexican drug racket. They were feared and called the 'formidable 3' because of how strong and united they were. But Jonathan betrayed his friends. He tricked them into relinquishing control of large portions of their territories to him. He bought over their foot soldiers and became the supreme boss.

Jonathan had died three years ago with two of his mistresses in a helicopter crash that was rumoured to have been orchestrated by his enemies. He had a truck load of enemies. His first son Gabriel had naturally taken over and was beginning to make things difficult for other bosses across America and Europe with his style of business. His style encouraged the involvement of desperate African dealers in the American mainstream and this seemed to basterdize the trade. Patrizio Giovanni, my boss, was one of such people. Gabriel Alejandro had cornered his buyers with cheaper deals due to his connections with the Africans. My boss had lost millions of dollars in 6 months.

I was chosen for this mission because I operated like a ghost even in the cartel. I dealt directly with Patrizio who made sure that I wasn't completely known by those below me. Most of the people I had joined the cartel with 11 years ago were either dead or serving life sentences in maximum security prisons across the world. The new ones looked vulnerable. I hardly mixed with them. Only a tested and trusted few among the high ranking members knew me well. The girls were familiar with my stories but not my face. This was necessary because I did extremely dangerous and sensitive spy jobs and my cover needed to be protected at all times.

As I returned to the room, now fully invigorated by the warm bath, I took my time to cream my body in front of the dressing mirror exposing my full nakedness to the viewing pleasure of whoever was watching. I knew what the sight of my uncovered body did to men, and even women.

(Gabriel Alejandro's POV)

When I saw her alight from the aircraft through my large monitor,something in me told me that she wasn't who she claimed. She was a complete opposite of what my child's nanny looked like. Her height was above average for a woman. Her jacket was open revealing her silk blouse glued to her taut body like a second skin. She was athletic and gorgeous. She looked like a swimmer in the Olympics. She was a looker.

Many people consider me disciplined when it came to women but truth is, they are not entirely correct. I was only very selective. I always wanted the best. And because the best was not always available, I preferred to keep a distance from the not so attractive ones who threw themselves at me wherever I went. Behold, on my private property, in this dream island of mine, was one of such women that kept me fantasizing at night. I was a romantic and a lover. For me, s*x, was the last thing I wanted from a woman I loved. The connection, the companionship, the smiles, the play and the laughter gave me greater fulfilment than the s*x unless it came after these ones have been exhausted.

On many occasions, I had been visited by lovers after months of communication on the phone and social media platforms, we had missed each other and anticipation had mounted on both sides. Instead of taking them straight to the room on arrival as many men would, I preferred to take them around to different interesting places so we could create moments of romance and deep physical connection. We would party all night even for two to three nights before I would eventually touch them. I could remember a particular occassion when my lover couldn't wait anymore that she dragged me to my office in one of my nightclubs and pounced on me hungrily. Thanks for the loud music below because the streets would have heard her screams as I dealt with her.

Who was this goddess in my visitor's room? I asked myself again as I looked at the monitor. She was even much more gorgeous without clothes on. Everything was firm and inviting, I could feel my device getting hard in my pants. This cannot be a nanny. Nannies usually looked fat and old, at least the ones I knew growing up. Her body looked like someone who had a balanced and regular programme at the gym. She had the right proportion of fat distributed in the right places. This must be a CIA undercover agent. My IT guys had ran her in their system and she was legit but this piece of beauty before my eyes could not be a nanny.