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Leonard

"Why do I get to be out here working on the O'Neill case and you're sitting behind a desk in the office?"

Nick laughs into the phone.

"Because you've got that charm ladies love. I'm too old for any of that, Agent Leo," he responds. Nick is only five years older than I am but we've been assigned to work on the same case.

"How does that work with this case?"

"Getting the hot receptionist to find you a spot. Speaking of which, did you finally secure an appointment with the company?"

"Of course I did," I reply with a subtle eye roll. The music from the bar gets louder as I walk closer.

"Great work Leo. Have some good rest tonight and ahead for tomorrow. Remember, our promotion depends on this. Don't fuck it up."

"Goodnight Nick."

I let out some cold air as I end the call. My head hurts. I spent the entire day trying to get an appointment at the O'Neill's shipping company with a fake shipping order. There's been a tip the family have their hands dirtied in illegal arm dealings. I got lucky enough to get a spot for tomorrow after a lot of persuading the hot receptionist. Nicholas wasn't wrong about me having my way with the ladies.

I slide my phone into my pocket as I walk into the bar. Some rock music playing from the speakers with the smell of alcohol in the air. I catch a whiff of weed as I walk past a group of young adults. It disgusts me, making my nose itch from inhaling. A drink or two and I'll be out of here. I walk to the only empty table next to two ladies who seem to be heavily invested in their conversation. The blonde hair stares at me as I make my way to a stool. Her brown eyes piercing through mine just before she drags them to stare at the lady next to her. I'm guessing they are friends as the other lady leans into her and lets her head rest on her shoulder. Her brown hair falls to the side of her face, giving me a glimpse of her green eyes. The lights in the bar cast a glow on them. I can't help but stare longer than I should. I'm met with a scorn as she notices my eyes on her. The waiter comes to my aid as she stands in the space between our tables.

"Look who decided to show up again," Molly says with a warm seductive smile that flaunts her dimples. I've been at the bar more than a few times since I moved here. And maybe caused a fight the last time I had been around. Molly isn't going to let that slide.

"Just need a quick drink and I'll be out of here." She smacks my shoulder gently as she bursts into a laugh.

"I was only fucking around with you. Stay as much as you want. That fuckhead deserved that beating you gave him."

I shrug, leaning into my seat to get another look at the green eyes that's staring at me. She looks away as our eyes meet.

"The regular please."

Molly winks and nods. She must have seen me staring at the stranger with beautiful eyes. Her rose arm tattoo is visible as she walks away in an armless shirt and short jean skirt. Finally. I have a clearer view of the stranger again. She stands to her feet as she downs the last drop of her drink. Her blue dress hugging every curve of her body with just enough view of her cleavage to make me wonder how her silky body would feel when I touch her. She walks away in the direction of the restroom just as Molly returns with my glass of beer.

"What's a man like you doing alone in a bar?"

I gaze at the blonde haired lady as I take a sip of my beer. My tongue welcomes the chillness as it burns my throat. Her brown eyes watching me as I drink.

"Getting a drink," I smirk. She tucks her hair behind her ear as she picks up her glass. I watch her eyes move to my arms and she stares at my muscles for a second, taking a tiny portion of her lips in between her teeth. I can already tell she's into me but I have my eyes on someone else. The green eyes have my brain warped and wanting her.

"If I'm lucky tonight, I might find myself a beautiful woman to have to myself too."

I raise my glass to my lips as a tiny smile forms on her face. I let out a disgruntled sound as a drunk tips and falls on me. It causes the entire beer to spill on my shirt.

"Oh gosh," she exclaims softly as she stands on her feet.

The stupid asshole that fell on me does nothing but laugh with the rest of his drunk friends as I push him away. I'm fighting the urge to be a gentleman and not punch him in the face.

"Let me help with that," the blonde hair says as she takes out a white napkin from her purse. I stand to my feet already slightly pissed that my night's ruined so early.

"It would be rude of me to trouble a pretty lady like you. Give me a minute to take care of this. I'll be right back."

I grab her hand, placing a kiss on the back of her palm just before I take the napkin she has out. The color of her cheeks redden.

"One minute."

I squeeze myself through the crowd as I make my way to the restroom. I wipe on the wet stain on my white shirt as I walk into the door. It'll leave a stain by tomorrow. I lift my eyes as I hear a scream. Those green eyes fixed on me with fear in them.

"What the fuck? Are you following me? Who the hell are you?"

Her eyes are shooting daggers at me now.

"Excuse me?" I say confused. She stays in the spot with a pocketknife she's trying to keep hidden. I'm fucked. My dick is hard watching her get feisty.

"Who are you?"

"A guy trying to wash off the beer a fuckhead made me spill on my shirt." I point to the stain on my shirt. She takes a step back and I watch her ease as she does. The fire in her eyes gone.

"Relax daisy," I smile. She eyes me for a moment before walking to the sink. I take the sink next to hers and turn on the tap. She smells like peaches.

"You're in the ladies."

She scrubs her fingers gently, not glancing at me once as she washes her hands.

"Oh dammit!" I must have missed the sign giving my attention to the stain on my shirt.

"I wasn't paying attention to anything else but my shirt."

She closes the tap.

"And you. I've been thinking about you for the most of tonight."

She finally turns to stare at me now. My eyes flicker to the curve of her lips then back to her eyes. I can see the conflict in them. And something she's trying so hard to hide behind them. I'm a few inches taller than her.

"What do you want?"

I toss the used napkin to the trash by the sink and turn to her. She's so fucking beautiful and I hope she knows it.

"You really want to know?"

She's got an attitude now as she closes the distance between us, not taking her eyes off mine. It makes my dick jerk. I want her more than I did before.

"I want to make love to you."

Her lips are slightly parted. I lean in closer, our lips a tilt away from touching.

"But right now, I want to kiss you."

She lets out a warm breath but doesn't move.

"And I'm afraid I won't stop there, daisy."

I watch the uncertainty in her eyes for a second before she squeezes them shut and takes a step back.

"I shouldn't be here," she says as she begins to walk faster to the door. I curse underneath my breath as I turn back to the mirror. I grip the edge of the sink, letting my head fall. She walks back in the room before I can let out a breath and stops in front of me.

"Kiss me."

I stare confused. Something's changed. That feisty girl is back.

"I want you to kiss me. Now."

She grabs a handful of my shirt and hooks our lips together before I can think. Fuck. I was right. She tastes as sweet as I knew she would. I pin her to the wall, tilting her head to get enough of her lips. They'll be the end of me tonight.

Leonard

"I own you tonight."

I let a stranger into my home even though I know I shouldn't. But my senses be damned with those lips of hers. I never want to stop tasting them. She moans softly into my mouth and I can already feel my bulge through my jeans. My dick hard as fuck. I keep my lips on hers as I shut my front door. I'm glad the lights are off or I could risk everything on this job. My identity and mission.

I slide fingers up her thighs, stopping at the hem of her underwear. She gasps into my mouth as I cup her pussy. She's all wet for me as I rub my finger on her opening through the thin material. Her tongue tastes like expensive liquor. A bitter-sweet sensation that drives me insane. My dick doing all the thinking now. The moment I had my eyes on her from the bar, I knew I wanted my mouth everywhere on her. Her lips, sweet pussy. I bet she'd taste like heaven. A groan erupts from my throat as she slides her fingers down and grips my erection through my pants.

"I want you to fuck me, please," she whispers in my ear, breaking the kiss for a moment.

"You have no idea how much I want to."

My voice is husky and drenching with raw lust. The thought of burying my shaft inside her is the only thing I can think of right now.

I lift her up by the waist, my eyes settling in the dark as I see her already swollen lips. I'm not near done kissing her sweet lips. She hooks her thighs around my hips and we resume our kiss as I walk us to my bedroom. The light from the night sky is just bright enough through the window to get me to the room. I grunt as she tugs my hair hard, sinking her fingernails into my neck. It's hot. And painful. I bet there'll be a mark there in the morning. We kiss for a few more seconds as I lay her on my bed before we both stop to take our clothes away. Her blue dress comes sliding down just as my shirt hits the ground. Then her bra next as I tug down my pants. She tries to slide down her panties when I stop her.

"Leave your panties on," I command. My voice is deep and authoritative. Her green eyes stare at me in surprise for a second but get replaced by shock as her eyes move to my length. My underwear is somewhere on the floor now as I let her take in the sight of my dick.

"Fuck," she whispers loud enough for me to hear.

Her breasts are plump and round. They would fit perfectly in my palms and my mouth. My fingers wrap around her neck as I return my lips on hers, rubbing my dick slowly over the crotch. She makes beautiful moaning sounds in my mouth from the torture. I cup her left breast with one of my hands and squeeze gently.

God fuck.

My other arm slides to her panties and I slide two of my fingers in. Her pussy is fucking wet as I rub her clit, moving my tongue over her nipples. Her fingers are raking through my hair and on my back. Everywhere. She gasps loudly as I slide a finger into her pussy. Her walls clinch tightly on my finger. I feel her fingernails dig into my sink as I slide in another finger. She moans loudly as I slowly fingerfuck, increasing the pace as my tongue dances over her sweet nipple. I rub the pad of my thumb against her clit as I continue to thrust my fingers in and out of her. She pulls my hair, bringing my face to hers.

"I want your dick already. Fuck me with it."

I slide my fingers out of her. They are covered in her wetness as I walk over to my bedside table fast before I completely lose myself. I pull out a condom from the drawer and tear off the nylon, sliding it on my erection in a heartbeat. She spreads her legs wide enough for me to settle in between her. I trail kisses down her cleavage as I slide my dick into her pussy. I'm met with warm wetness and a pussy wall so tight around my dick.

"Fuck. Fucking hell," I grunt underneath my breath. Her gasps turn to soft moans as I settle in her. Her eyes teary for a moment as she takes a handful of the sheets. I can see some sadness in them but she quickly shuts her eyes as she lifts her hips a little. It sends pleasure skittering through my veins to my entire being. I begin to thrust into her, trying to keep my mind off the sadness I saw in her eyes a second ago. It's no longer there as she rolls her eyes as I fuck her hard into my bed. Her moans have become louder as she reaches for the bedframe and holds tight for support. The walls of her pussy fucking tight on my dick, I know I can't last any longer. I drive faster into her either hard, deep thrusts that gets her screaming in pleasure. My lips return to hers as I tease her clit with my fingers as I thrust my dick into her. I ram her into my bed, increasing my hip movement. She's completely out of breath when I begin to suck her breasts. Her legs are shaking as I drive her into ecstasy. I can feel her coming to a release as I keep the pace. My release not far from any moment now. I pin her arms to the bed as I thrust hard again and again in her sweet cunt. She screams as she shudders and melts with my dick still inside her. I feel her wetness coat over my dick as I continue the thrusts. Slow and deep. The muscles in my legs begin to tense. My breaths get heavier as I groan hard. She lifts her hips and I lose it completely with one more thrust. I collapse on her for a moment, sliding out as I catch my breath. I toss the condom into the trash bin next to my bed, falling to my bed next to her. Sweat beads settled on her forehead.

"Christ" she says in between heavy breaths. Her lips are perfectly curved. I wonder how my dick would feel in her mouth. Her eyes meet mine with an innocence that makes my heart tumble.

"Who are you?"

Olivia

My mind wanders to the event of last night as I turn to in my bed. One of the few things in my life I get to control and I have no regrets. I'm hoping Emma doesn't hate me for leaving without a word. I was too caught up in the moment and I didn't want to let it slip. I did it without thinking or second guessing my choices for once.

Getting fucked by another has all the regrets I had stoping at the bar worth it. I'm glad I caught that dickhead. I would have never had my moment with the hot stranger if I didn't. I never got his name because I knew it was only for the night I could have him. It's only a matter of time before my father finds the next suitor for me.

My phone begins to ring, pulling me out of my thoughts of last night. It was one of the best sex I've had in a very long time. Different from anything Asher and I ever had. It took every ounce of strength to pull myself off his bed and sneak out of his apartment while he was still awake. His naked body next to mine was enticing enough to get me wet again and begging to get him fuck me again. I can't get the lines of his tattooed chest out of my head or the taut arm muscles I held onto for my dear life when he fucked me the second time. The way his magic dick and fingers had me screaming. I squeeze my thighs together to ease the growing throb in my core from the thought of having him inside me one more time.

I groan as I reach for my phone on my bedside drawer. It's my father. I'm reluctant for a moment as I take longer before I slide the icon to answer the call. It's only 8 in the morning and starting my day with him isn't my favorite. I can tell how it'll end because it only does in one way. A huge argument and series of disagreements. Things have changed since my mother's death.

"Father," I breathe.

"I just got off the phone with Asher's father. Is it true you have called off the wedding?"

I pull myself up to sit upright on my bed.

"Yes. Yes I have, father."

"What has gotten into you Olivia? Do you have any idea what you've done?"

His voice is hoarse with a hint of anger in it. Nothing he'll say would change my mind and I already know it. I'm not letting him force me into a wedding with Asher.

"I'm not marrying that man whore. I caught him fucking his secretary."

"Language Olivia."

His voice is strict.

"Pardon my language father. I caught my fiancé having sex with his secretary at his apartment," I reply in a sarcastic tone as I roll my eyes.

"Mi hija, what you're searching for no longer exists." There's a stillness in his voice now. You would think I really do matter to him.

"I no longer want to have a wedding with him and nothing is changing that," I respond.

"You're going to ruin my business with his father. This marriage was supposed to bring us closer. With his men and my men, I'll be unstoppable in this city."

I stand to my feet, taking a look at myself in the mirror.

"I'm not marrying Asher. Not now, not ever. Mother wouldn't let me if she were still here."

There's a moment of silence that passes between us for a few seconds. My father lets out a heavy sigh.

"Fine. But on one condition will I let this happen."

I pause, puzzled.

"What is that?"

"You get married in a month's time. I'm not letting you bring disgrace to the family after this. We told everyone you're getting married and that's exactly what is going to happen."

My jaw falls open. He cannot be serious.

"But father?"

"Make a choice Olivia, or I'll make one for you. Goodbye princess," he retorts.

"Father?"

The call beeps before I get to speak. I let out a scream, hitting my fist on the wooden dresser which I regret immediately. Shit!

How could he?

I get a text from Emma as I pick up my phone. She's sent so many since last night after I left with the stranger. I already planned to call her this morning to keep her from worrying but I'm too pissed right now. My phone beeps again with another notification just as I place it back on the table.

"Fuck Emma-"

I glance at the screen and it's a different name. Asher. My blood boils even more. I make a mental note to delete his contact as I tap on his message. He wants the proposal ring back. Dammit. I walked out so quickly I forgot to toss the stupid ring in his face. I know I have to return it because he told me the ring is his family's heirloom. But I don't want to see his fucking face again. grumble loudly, walking back to my bed and falling on it. My head starts to hurt with my father's words replaying. How do I get a man to marry in four weeks?

I pick up my phone and dial Emma's number. My heart racing and my head completely blank. I know my father well enough to know he wasn't joking one bit. I either pull this off or settle for whoever he picks next. Emma answers on the second ring.

"Where the fuck have you been Olivia? You got me worried as hell!"

She's yelling into the phone.

"Emma, I'm fucked," I say, brushing off her yells.

"What?"

I let out a shaky breath as I run my fingers through my hair staring at the ceiling. She sounds really worried.

"I have to get married in four weeks."

"Wh-what? How? Why?"

"My father's making me and I have no fucking idea how."