His past Her future
iam'
I read the headlines of the newspaper loud, my eyes widening
rying into people's privacy?" I mutter, groa
ping it will calm me down. But, just as I am s
sitting upright, my
; my new assistant walks in, w
have been worried about Emily. Ever since she.
nd anger boiling in me. I clench my
sip?" I snapped, anger gett
ed, for every one of my subjects to tremble a
won't happen again."
repeats itself, Tiffany, I'm making sure you lose your
slowly, walking out
, rolling my eyes and
short-lived as I see my old life flash in my eyes; a ruthless cold
gasping for breath a
u're done with that life now." I
of the workday draws near, I pu
the glances and whispers of the staff.
me. I'm unfazed by their gossip. I have
e lobby, I notic
while. Why isn't she at work? "Not my problem
and climb into the car, zooming off into
car to take my briefcase but I barely notice them. My mind is elsewhere. I walk through
ation, young lady," I say,
s off the television, staring
rk? " I ask, my tone is
replies, her voice shaking. "I didn't
vely moves backward, her eyes wide in fear. I
ave to say?" I mocking smile appears on my lips. "Emily, th
an feel my breath on her face. My
e me angry?" I ask, my voice low and threat
ear. Do you
ead, her eyes
ask again, my voice bare
e replies, her
e silence in the room. I take it out of
ips. I have a meeting with him a
he room, without s
he city light blurs past me as I s
my ride. I walk into the bar and see Damian on the
around just in time and looks a
Damian was my brother when I was an assassin. I left th
beside him and
dy that fell in love with a cold-hearted assassin like yo
n that he'll as
gh. "You listen to g
n'" he says, a smile tugging beside his lips.
down in front of me. The hot liquid burns it
Nobody'," I say, my voi
d by the way he looks at me. He st
if I'm not mistaken, you had a one-night stand with her at a hotel, and now y
ing on my lips. "But I plan to end things with her t
ent is taking an interest in your relationship with her. They think you're using her to manipulate them, and
ling. "That can't be true,"
his?'" Damian replies, his eyes fixed on mine. "And I have a suggestio
rious," I say, shaking my head. "You want me to m
ff your scent. They'll think you're committed to her, and you're not lusting after her. They
ling in my head. Deep down, I know time is running out and I must act quickl
down the drink and shu
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