9:00 A.M (GMT8)
"If I wasn't so respectful of your injuries, I'd be all over you right now."
Her head whips back from her hands buttoning up her shirt to look at Dallas. The start of the morning he was already speaking boldly towards her. Although injured, she wished she could indulge in him– He looked handsome as always.
Hair slicked back, button up shirt with black dress pants. Expensive watch on his wrist, topped off with a dashing white smile. Amelia stood there in a half buttoned up black shirt, her underwear peeking out under the material. Long socks are pulled up to almost her knees, hair pulled up into a messy ponytail. She was trying to get ready by herself, there was no need to ask him for help.
Amelia rolls her eyes, turning back to button up the remaining buttons on her shirt. "Injury or not I have a job to do."
She was done sitting around and doing nothing, even if her injuries were still healing. It had been three days since her return, so she had enough strength to begin her tasks. The only issue was Dallas, keeping his eyes on her to make sure she was healing properly. Getting up, going back to work, it wasn't in the equation for him.
Dallas spins her around, placing her hands in his own. "You need rest.. Lots of it, Amelia. You're weak."
The word weak: it punctured a nerve for her. Amelia pulls her hands quickly away from him, eyebrows furrowing over her eyes. Hands balling into fists against her chest, Dallas' eyes widening at her sudden display. Being weak was not something she would ever be again, she would make sure of it.
"Don't ever call me weak. I'll never be fucking weak for someone to take advantage of me again." Amelia snaps at him, but he looks unphased. "After that damn day I've made sure that no man nor woman will ever hurt me again."
He sighs, pulling her hands slowly back to him. "That's not I meant Amelia. I mean that you're injured and need to build your strength again before leading your team."
There was no way he would understand her, how could he? He had no idea the wager that was looking over her head, over his own. If Amelia failed, his head would be on a stake. She would lose him, she would lose everything they had both worked so hard to build together. Dallas wanted what was best for her, in his own mind.
Amelia shakes her head, pulling her hands away from his grasp. Going to her shirt to finish buttoning, only to be stopped once more by his hands. Dallas takes it upon himself to begin unbuttoning the shirt she had almost finished.
"You will come back when I see you are either healed, or capable of even walking on your own accord." His purple hues shoot from his hands to her face, Amelia bites on the inside of her cheek. "Understand?"
He was attractive, even when she should be fighting off his protectiveness of her. Amelia couldn't help but melt into his words, his touch even if it was small. He was a drug, he was intoxicating.
The blouse slipped easily off her shoulders, his hands replacing the light fabric. His hands were warm, they felt smoldering hot against her cold skin "I understand." Amelia breathes out, his face leaning mere inches to hers.
"Good." There's a roughness in his tone, before he's pressing his lips against her own. Amelia has no time to process it, but she doesn't care.
The kiss was slow, longing, she wanted to enjoy it for as long as it lasted. She could taste the light touch of cigarettes on his lips, honey on his tongue. Both cravings pushed her further into their kiss. Feeling the light hands of her lover grip onto her shoulders. Dallas pulled her closer, swarming her in the excitement of it all.
Heat traveled between their lips, molding into one. Amelia wished for their kisses to last forever, but they never did. Dallas pulls back, saliva following him. Intertwined between their lips, Amelia heavily breathing. While Dallas was completely composed.
Her eyes flutter open to look up at him, his light smirk pulled on his lips. "Now lay down." He says, Amelia does so with no words.
Sitting down on the couch, she then lays down on her side. Chest rising and falling at a fast pace, her heart still hammering against her body. The two don't exchange any words as her lover pulls a warm blanket over her body. Tucking her into it, making sure her entire body is covered in the fluffy material.
It was beyond comforting to have him care for her so much, it had her in a trance. To do what he wanted just to help him stay at ease, to rest and heal the way he wanted. Receiving a kiss to her forehead as her eyes fluttered shut from the soothing feeling of cotton and fur.
Almost falling asleep once more, even as she hears the door open and close.
Silence, nothing but silence.
Amelia waits for a moment, confirming that he had gone about his day. Rising quickly from the spot she lay, throwing the blanket to the side. Dallas had to understand her actions, she wasn't going to fall asleep in a blanket.
He had tried his hardest to soothe her, she would give him that. Using her attraction to him as a way to get her weak in her knees, but she had an objective to complete.
No matter how much she loved him, her mind was set in stone. Amelia was going to do whatever it took for her to save the ones she had left. For him, for her father, even for the agents that worked under her. They didn't deserve to be caught in her mess, no matter how close their relationships with her were.
Warnings were more than just that to her, they were pleas. To stay away, to find something else to dig deeper into. Those who dared to spare a glance at her past, would surely end up exactly the same. In the ground before their time.
She grabs the blouse from off the floor, slipping it on and beginning to button it once more. Getting herself dressed in black pants, and dark combat boots. Once she is finished getting dressed, she grabs her phone off of the counter.
"I'm sorry Dallas, I have a job to do."
Opening her phone, she clicks onto the search engine. Instantly being met with an airport website, her planned flight back to New York City. If she was going to get on with the deal she had made, traveling would have to be quick and seamless. Dallas had to be out of the way, by the time he would notice she was gone there would be no way to stop her.
"Leo lives in New York, I'll have to make an excuse to him as to why I'm there.. I can make due with that."
She didn't want to do this to him, she didn't want to hurt anyone who wasn't guilty. Yet what choice did she have, she had nothing to get around this. It was Jake's way, or no way.
Amelia stands from the couch, shoving her phone into her pants back pocket. She walks to the front door, grabbing onto her suitcase and black trench coat. Slipping the coat onto her body, she sighs. Eyes peering out at the window, noticing the patting of water droplets against it.
She grabs the umbrella next to the coat rack, gripping it tightly in her hand.
This would be the first time she stepped foot in New York in over nine years. So much had to have changed or perhaps not. The busy city of New York was always that: busy. Bustling with the unfortunate, the wealthy, and the innocent. She didn't fit any, Amelia was a stranger to the bright buildings.
Back where she had lost so much, where the curse had truly begun. Perhaps New York housed the most devious, and vile people to roam the planet. Those who would kill another just for their personal gain, would harm others for their own goals. Secrets upon secrets hidden under fake smiles and casual conversation.
Her birth place ended up being the place she ran from. It should be a comfort, it was a reminder of how much she lost.
Her hand grips onto the door knob, opening the door.
A deep breath of air through her nose, she breathes out. "Home, here I come."
No turning back now, the deal was on. She would show him who he was messing with.
Amelia walks out of the condo, slamming the door behind her. The condo left with an eerie silence of emptiness, until only one of the two residents returned. One unknowing of the other's sudden departure.