Skye's Pov
"Who are you?"
He growls.
At first, I am confused. What does he mean by who am I? Doesn't he know that we're not to know anything about each other? Moreover, why is an escort asking me who I am?
I loosen my blindfold to look at the man in front of me. He turns on the bedside lamp. His face instantly comes into my view. My mouth unconsciously waters at the sight.
He is handsome.
Although, I can't see his face well due to the dim light. He has an angular sculpted face giving him an edge of mystery and a dangerous vibe. I can see a fringe of his hair falling right in front of his face.
Is he blonde or brunette? I can't tell due to the lighting.
But I don't get to dwell on it for long because I finally notice the dark gleam in his gaze that seems to wish to burn me to death. He seems furious. Why is he angry?
He continues, his eyes never leaving mine. "Who sent you here?"
I am instantly left speechless. But I still find my voice.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Of couse, you know. You're not her."
I frown, finally noticing the severity of the matter. "Who are you talking about?"
"I don't know. I think her name was Lucy or was it Linda?" he replies as though he is asking me but from the way he sounds confused, I know he has no idea what her name really is.
"Of course, I'm not Lucy. I'm Skye."
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Jeremy's Pov
My throat feels dry as I stare at the petite figure underneath me. I am in a dilemma. She may be a spy, for all I know. If I still have my sanity, I ought to throw out. But my raging hard on seems to evaporate every ounce of sense in me.
Heart shaped face, sharp eyebrows, brown eyes and plump lips. So fucking beautiful. I can't help but stare at her longer. Lost in the moment. She gulps, probably because of the way I'm staring at her and I can't help but stare at the way her throat subsequently rolls as she swallows.
But I keep my sanity. I keep my hands on both sides of her figure, trapping her in.
"Who are you?"
I ask again.
I watch as her face morphs into confusion. She seems to be weighing her thoughts and I can't help but sneak those few seconds to continue staring at her. She's so fucking pretty. I've seen my fair share of pretty girls but she has a kind of refreshing beauty. Fresh, innocent and naive. Like a meek little lamb entering a pack of wolves.
But I remember the matter on ground. If she is a spy though, it means she is even more dangerous. To have bypassed Leo.
I ask. "Who sent you here?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," she says.
"Of course, you know. You're not her."
She frowns. "Who are you talking about?"
I immediately think about the details Leo sent to me. He runs a background check on every woman I sleep with He did mention the name of the girl coming but I don't seem to remember. "I don't know. I think her name was Lucy or was it Linda?"
"Of course, I'm not Lucy. I'm Skye."
"Skye?" I repeat in confusion. "How did you get in here?"
She shrugs. "Through the door?"
I glare at her and ask again. "How did you get in?"
"This is my booked room. Moreover, the door was open."
It's then I remember. Leo left the door open before leaving earlier saying the girl will soon arrive. And I didn't bother to turn on the lights when she arrived.
I lift myself off her and sat at the edge of the bed. Grabbing my phone from the bedside table, I call Leo.
"Leone, dove sei? [Trans: Leo,where are you?]
He replies and I hear shuffling in the background. "Sono al magazzino. Abbiamo una presa su quel bastardo di Luciano. [Trans: I'm at the warehouse. We've got a hold on that bastard Luciano.]
I glance at the girl behind me. She's now sitting on the bed with the bedsheets around her to cover her nakedness and glaring at me. I continue to say to Leo,
"Non mi ha mandato un assassino? [Trans: He didn't send an assassin to me?]
Leo sounds alarmed. "Assassino? Dovrei venire li?" [Trans: Assassin? Should I come there?"
I sigh. "Vedo. Non importa. Trattieni Luciano e rinchiudilo nel fossato." [Trans: I see. Nevermind. Hold Luciano back and lock him up in the moat.]
I disconnect the call and turn to face her.
"It seems you entered the wrong room?"
She stares at me and looks around the room as though, she wants to see why the room is not hers.
"So, what's going to happen now?" she asks.
I place the phone back on the table and ask, "Why did you order an escort?"
She looks at me blankly. "I don't think that's any of your business."
I laugh seeing how defensive she was. "You're a virgin. Though I'm not sure if it's been totally broken but..."
And lift my left index finger which had streaks of blood around it. "I'm sorry."
She shakes her head and adjust on the bed, her tits bouncing lightly and I can't help but follow the movement. I gulp and my dick tightens.
"It's not your fault."
"How old are you?" I ask.
She stares at me with a complicated gaze for a moment before saying, "Eighteen."
Eighteen? No wonder, she looks so young. I feel even more guilty after hearing her words. Although I'm only twenty-two, I feel as though I'm defiling a teenager.
She suddenly winces. "Can we just finish what we were doing? Moreover, you already gone halfway. And, I'm horny as fuck."
I suck in a breath, watching her lips pout in an 'o' shape as she says the word, 'fuck.'
I want to kiss her...
I am never someone who thinks but not act. Instantly, I grab her by the waist and cover her lips with mine.