Deadly Affection

rk. Martinez, you're an amusing and intriguing individual. "Yeah, you'

sly. What revelation could a d

ill seek vengeance for me. It might

inez begins to convulse uncontrollably, and his eyes roll ba

t seems to take longer for larger targets. While effective, I prefer their demise to

hem. Whether any of their dying declarations hold any truth is uncertain. According to som

orget about you

esults in unnecessary violence, leaving you empty-handed. It won't b

emptiness

I methodically collect my belongings—one by one. The handcuffs, the syringe, and I meticulously clean an

rned my niche business of distilling poisons into a lucrative venture. It has also streamlined my role as a professional assassin, especially when it comes to co

st surreal in here. I wish I had more time. I might have taken a bath while his body rotted nearby. I walk through the enormous room.

an I help you?" The operat

ot breathing," I sc

e are

t a second thought, all while adding his room number. I hang up the ph

he targ

r the phone. I spray the telephone. No fingerprints, nothing to put me at the scene. As a person

ickly leave the hotel. The cool night air causes me to shiver. I'm so cold, next time I'm pa

on taking a week-long break...hopefully if I'm allowed. But, knowing my boss, the man with a two-foot leash tied around my nec

a vac

es away. I could have walked but not in these heels that are de

inside mand a cute bellhop that is determined on staring at me whenever I come in. He nods his head as I get closer to

o you speak English?" He nods his head quickly. "How

k to myself; five minutes won't make a real difference. Who gets fired for five minutes? I

is obvious

o my room to fuc

open. Come on, I don't have all day. The elevator finally opens, and

s lips. I keep my eyes slightly open to witness his reaction. His eyes q

ghtly, causing me to moan into his mouth. I feverishly run my hand through his hair. A bell indicates the elevator is

. I want th

on the door­—I miss a few times as he reaches my ear. The door finally opens. I turn my full attenti

collared shirt. His hands cup my ass as he moans, spouting a bunch of Italian curse words. I know,

he way down until I get to the buckle of his pants. I begin to unbuckle his pants, but the be

" he says, tucking a strand o

ed my wig somewhe

m on the lips once more

says. "What a

, and our kiss deepens,