Masked

CHAPTER 15 DECEIVER

Alina Alonso, a twenty-six years old woman, who runs a successful fortune 500 company, who I am supposed to kill, will be death of me.

Yesterday, I was supposed to leave as soon as I dropped her but she invited me for coffee, well again the coffee went down the sink, just like last time.

I was not supposed to kiss her, but she just carries a magnet with her. In daytime, she wears the most elegant of outfits, all branded and fancy and just enough to show how damn beautiful she is, but at night, she wears night dresses, not normal night dresses that adults are supposed to wear. She doesn’t wear those shades of greys and blacks and blues. She wears bright coloured clothes with little cartoon characters on them. Last time the t-shirt she wore had Donald duck on it, this time she wore a red one, with mickey mouse all over her. And the best think about her, she doesn’t feel embarrassed wearing those. She just looked too good on her that I felt the need to tear them apart. They get the chance to hug every curve of her body, while I stand there.

When I returned home yesterday night, I felt good, when actually I’m supposed to feel guilty. I always stuck to my plans. Never have I ever abandoned my plans, but like I said, she’s gonna be death of me.

Our truce was never in plan. Using her like a s*x toy was never even considered as option, and wanting her was never even thought.

I was supposed to spy her by just getting a bit closed to her, get to know about everything and just kill her.

Her voice lingered in my mind again.

What if one of us falls in love?

I finished my tennis session with Robert. I get to my penthouse. I came out of shower and received a phone call.

“Hello.”

“Yes Markus.” I replied to him, even though all I wanted was to cut the phone.

“Well how are you? Did you sleep well?” He asked in his mocking voice that annoyed the s**t out of me.

“What do you want? I don’t think someone as busy as you would call me just to ask about my sleep.”

“Well I just wanted to make sure that the work that has been assigned to you is in progress or not?” He asked from the other side of phone.

“It is.” I gave him a curt reply.

“It doesn’t seem that way.” Mockery returning to his voice.

“What do you mean?” I asked him, curiously.

“Well boy while you were f*****g that b***h, her team seized more of our stock. So get out of that p***y and think from you mind, the one between the shoulders, not the one between your legs.” And he hung up.

I was furious. Not because I lost a few million dollars, but the way he talked about her. Just a few more months and his throat will be between my hands.

“What the hell were you guys doing this time idiots!” I yelled over the phone, to my bunch of i***t team. They don’t deserve to get fired, they know too much. Today is blood day. A little more blood on my hands would do me nothing wrong but would definitely do good to my company.

I texted Alina to meet tonight. I have to take action today. Once she’s asleep I’ll do my work.

She texted me once she was back home. She opened the door and was still in her office clothes, black outfit, just made for her. She was tired but still looked like an angel.

“Sorry I had an urgent meeting call to handle. Mind to wait for a bit?” She asked in her sweet voice. How do one resist her?

“Of course not. Take your time.” I smiled and sat on the couch. She went inside her bedroom and I heard shower running. Just thought of her in the bathroom, naked, water dripping down her gleaming body, touching her soft skin- think from you mind between your head, not the one between your legs. Marcus’ voice rang from somewhere. I got into action. Her necklace that she always wore, I have noticed, is lying on the table in front of me. I got made the same as her to replace, just with a bit change. I got the design from her photos on socials.

Next I took a look of her house. I have been here before but never got the chance to see, well, someone just held my attention way too much. She lives in a three-bedroom apartment. It has a hall, kitchen adjacent to it, and a room which I think is her house office. I went first to office. It was a simple office, with a big wooden table and a rotating chair. One wall had her prices and project successes, the rest two were covered with books. I was about to open a drawer when I heard a breaking sound. Footsteps started approaching. s**t.

I returned to the hall and saw the cat on the kitchen counter. She broke a coffee mug. Stupid cat. I got to the broken pieces of the mug and started picking up those.

“Mr Joel?” She asked. I probably got hid behind the counter.

“I’m here.” I said, standing from the floor, with broken mug in my hand. She got startled a bit by my sudden appearance.

“What happened?” She asked, her brows together.

“Your cat happened.” I said in an annoying tone that earned me a glare from her cat. She surely knows what I was doing. Loyal b***h- no, loyal cat.

“Lilyyy.” Alina shouted on her. In response she just meowed and got towards her owner, rubbing herself. Alina melted in an instant and hugged her. That cat surely smirked! Clever cat. She sits there in her lap and I have to pick her mess.

“I’m sorry for that.” Alina says apologetically.

“That’s fine.” I threw the pieces in the dustbin, knowing exactly where it was because of last time.

In the mean time Alina patted lily to sleep. I finally saw a chance to see her, all by myself. She came out in a bathrobe in hurry, hairs wrapped in towel. Her legs are pretty much bare. The air is filled with her soap and shampoo scent.

When The Cat finally slept, Alina stood up. She saw me, crimson faced.

“I’ll just come in a bit.” She said hesitantly. I nodded.

She disappeared in her room. She came back after twenty minutes, hair now opened but wet and she in her night clothes. Those signature cartoon dresses, this time minnie mouse on it. I smiled a bit.

“Are you laughing on me Mr Joel?” She asked with a pout. That made me c***k and I smiled more.

“Well I’m not. I just think you are cute.” I replied, realising seconds later that she probably might think I’m just flirting.

She gave me a mocking glare.

“I’m not flirting. I just said what I felt.” I said in my defence. She started laughing. Beautiful. Her smile is contagious, but her laugh? It’s infectious. All I could to was admire her. I stopped laughing and saw me staring at her. Her cheeks and tip of nose got red.

“I’ll just- She said signalling her hair.

“Want me to help?” She gave me a confused look.

“With what?”

“Your hair. I mean I can dry them for you.” I don’t know why did I even think this was a good idea. It is was a No Strings Attached contract but I just couldn’t help it. I have wrapped her hair in my fist before, but greedy my wants her damp hair in my hands, seeing them dry and getting a shade lighter when they dry. They are dark brown, but seem darker when wet, nearly black.

She kept staring at me, probably thinking the same thing as me, about how wrong it was, but I could see how she was ready to risk it all.

“I’m sorry it’s a bad idea-

“Yes you can help me-

Our voices overlapped. I nodded in response. She didn’t invite me in her bedroom. Instead she bought the hair dryer outside. Well, bedroom got to wait a little longer. I was sitting on the couch. She sat on the floor, between by legs. I started drying her hair.

“You are doing quite good Mr Joel. I guess you do have a lot of experience.” She said in one of her mocking voices. God that voice is so addictive.

“Its my first time though. And you can call me Jo.” I replied, taking a bunch of her hair in my hand.

“Okay Jo.”

“You are all done Miss Alina.”

“Well thanks! And you can call me Alina or Al.”

“Okay Alina.” She got up and went inside her room to put the hair dryer.

She came back and asked if I wanted something to drink. I know all she probably had is coffee.

“Anything other than coffee?” I asked her. I was getting thirsty anyways.

“Ummm. Blueberry juice?” She asked me opening her refrigerator. I nodded in response. She bought two small bottles along with her and handed me one. By the time I was done inspecting the sucrose level and finally opened the cap, Alina had already gulped down half the bottle. Other that unapologetically dressing at her home, she also unapologetically eats. She isn’t one of those women who eat less or with royal etiquettes. I’m sure she really doesn’t know which spoon or fork or knife is used for what purpose. I just could smile. She saw me and jerked her head asking what was it, her mouth still full with blueberry juice. I responded my moving my head that I was nothing. I drank a few sips and it made me remember about the first time I kissed her. She tasted just like this juice and her.

On my side Alina put the empty bottle on the table, her mouth full of juice that she hasn’t gulped yet. On one corner of her mouth, a juice droplet sat. I couldn’t resist the urge to not lick it. I went near her face in an instant and licked the drop dancing on her lip. She sat there for a few seconds, her eyes bulging out in surprise and mouth still full with juice. She looked like a pufferfish. Just when I was about to widen the distance as it was, she did something I never would have ever dreamed of.

She splurted the juice all over my face and started coughing. All I could do was close my eyes when the liquid was dripping from my face to my pants.

“I-Im real-really sorry Mr Joel. I-I was just surprised and i-

“It’s okay Alina. Mind if I get a towel to dry up?”

“Ye-Yes. Just a sec.” and she ran with a speed of light. Her face was cherry red and she was definitely embarrassed. Guess it was my mistake.

What have you done man.