"Dion! Dion!" A female voice called out from bed, rousing him from his slumber. His eyes fluttered open as he gazed at the ceiling above him.
"Sweetheart, you might miss your ride," the voice rang out again, accompanied by the clattering of plates from the kitchen where she was preparing breakfast.
He groaned in response, "With that, I might get to live longer."
Dion rose from the bed and made his way to meet Keyla, his beloved girlfriend, who was busy setting the table. With a playful hug, he greeted her, "Good morning, beautiful. How was your night?"
"Ughh, skip the whole romantic guy attitude and start getting yourself ready so you won't be late," she replied, pushing him away playfully before heading back into the kitchen.
"Come on, I'm the only well-trained person for the job. They can't leave me behind," he retorted, joining her in the kitchen to help with the meal and setting the table.
Dion was a skilled and discreet assassin, hired by powerful figures to eliminate anyone who dared to stand in their way. He was scheduled for another daring mission in a different country that very morning.
As they continued setting the table, Dion's phone rang from the bedroom. "I think they need you now," Keyla remarked, realizing it was Dion's friend calling.
He sighed and made his way to the room to answer the call. "Don't you think it's too early, Chris?" he grumbled into the phone.
"Boss had a change of heart, he needs us to link up now at the rendezvous point, no late com..." Chris started to explain, but Dion cut him off.
"Yeah, I know, dude."
"What did they say?" Keyla asked, leaning against the bedroom door, concern etched on her face.
Dion sighed before replying, "They need me now."
"Then go get washed up. You can't afford to mess with this job; it's our only source of income, remember?" Keyla urged, rushing into the bedroom and tossing a towel at him, pointing toward the bathroom.
He smiled at her, removing his shirt and leaving only shorts on, revealing his well-defined abs—a sight Keyla was accustomed to.
Wrapping the towel around his neck, Dion made his way into the bathroom.
Meanwhile, Keyla opened the wardrobe in search of the perfect suit for him. She found a black suit, one of his favorites, if not the favorite. Before she could place it on the bed, Dion emerged from the bathroom, looking refreshed.
"I've got your favorite here," Keyla said, pointing to the black suit she had placed on the bed. "And guess what? I've upgraded the bulletproofing on it so you won't have to worry about getting shot," she added.
Dion laughed and replied, "What if it's a headshot?"
"I've got this for you," she said, raising a small helmet-like cap in her hand.
Dion smiled and walked over to her, examining the cap before placing it close to his suit.
She gently placed her hands on his broad shoulders and gazed into his eyes with love, care, and concern. "Take good care of yourself and make sure you come back in one piece," she said softly.
"Have I ever failed to do that?" Dion asked, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her forehead.
"I will miss you," she said, still maintaining eye contact with him.
"I will miss you too," he replied, returning her gaze.
"But... these things are something else," he added, his eyes drifting down to her chest, where her knockers strained against the fabric of her dress.
She scoffed, "It's almost time; you might be late," trying to redirect his attention.
"Go get something to eat before it's too late," she urged, noticing his lack of response, his focus entirely on her chest.
"As for the food, this will do just fine," Dion said, reaching out and grabbing the upper part of her dress with both hands.
"But..." Before Keyla could finish her sentence, he tore the dress from her, exposing her breasts as she wore no bra. Her pink nipples, each the size of a thumb, pointed forward.