Conquered a Menace

"Royal Flush…" The huge crowd cheered, half in disdain and half in joy. I plastered a seductive smirk in front of my target. Instead of being annoyed, panicking, or feeling afraid, he smiled softly at me, piercing me like a delicate dagger. The eyes would never lie. There's an indubitable intention in those ethereal emerald eyes and based on my years of experience, this man is boldly showing his interest in me. He wouldn’t even hide it. "You are the first person to beat me in poker, Samantha," he calmly uttered. The people who were watching started to gossip. I can feel their pierced interest in me, but I am more absorbed by the view in front of me. A man whose visuals are too good to be true, my target tonight. The very first mission I took right after my vacation in Paris. Detective Agent Pierce Rossi is a threat to this underground organization and illegal casino. He’s been lurking in this den for quite some time already, and based on the report, while undercover as a regular po

I opened my eyes because of the bad smell that hurt my nose enough to draw me awake. It smells like burned food. Goddamnit, do these people only kidnap but can't cook? I got up from the bed where I was lying. To my surprise, I am not tied, and I am only left here, lying in a comfortable bed and a clean room. My brows furrowed as I scanned my body and checked if there's any ounce of pain or bruise in my body, but there's nothing. There’s even a pink slipper beside the bed so I used it and walked around the room as I tried opening the doors. The doors and windows are locked. When I peeked through the window, the sight of two bulky man talking to one another picked my interest. As I thoroughly searched their attire, I realized that both men are armed. I sat for a while to discern a plan for escape. I can take those two outside, but I am not aware of their total sum. What if they have more colleagues down there? Can I withstand them? This is a big risk to take, especially when I have

"The dress fits you well, ma'am. It perfectly complements your light complexion. The saleslady complimented me with such a happy expression. I don't know if that was a real compliment or if she’s hoaxing me into purchasing this dress, but I actually think it looks good on me too.I watched myself and twirled my body to see every corner of the dress in the human-sized mirror. "How much is this dress?" I asked. I love this; it's defining my curves well."230 thousand, ma'am," she cheerfully said."Okay. I'll take it, and also the purse I picked earlier," I said.She seemed very pleased with what I said and immediately helped me with carrying my belongings as she assisted me while heading back to the lobby."Let's proceed to the counter, ma'am."I gave Pierre's card. Actually, I can afford to pay for everything that I have purchased but I decided to use Pierre's funds since is a merit for being his sheltered hoe.I sighed, will I really survive a month with Pierre? As I travelled my gazes

I properly stared at myself in the mirror. I look beautiful. This gold dress with flawless flares suits my body well. It will be easier for people to notice me because that's my plan, after all.I have to be the night’s apple of the eye to attain my target’s attention. In this field of work, I've been in contact with rich men who are easy to hook with my words and charm, but later on they'll find themselves dead because of their own foolishness. Oftentimes, it irks me that rich men are so easy to manipulate with a woman's body and looks. How can some people be so dumb despite being filthy rich?I picked up the mask that was on the vanity table and then walked towards Pierre's room. I knocked three times, and then I immediately opened the door. I caught him wearing his coat, which was almost the same color as my gown. So he did it after all.I told him this morning that I wanted us to wear the same color. It would be okay since we’re not entering together. It was a bluff, though. I didn

"Do you want another tub?"I innocently looked at Pierre when he said that. I looked at the ice cream container that I've been holding, and I didn't realize that it was almost finished. That's one hell of a tub, and only I ate all the ice cream in it!I bit my lower lip out of shame, and I diverted my gaze from Pierre, who was seated beside me on a long sofa as we watched a show on television together.Since my wounds aren't healed yet, we cannot proceed with the plans we had for our date. It's weird because I don't know if I should be happy or worried about it. I mean, I have a lot of doubts because of the way he asked me out. He was saying that I was the one insisting on it, but he's the one who asked me and planned everything. I can't comprehend if he's actually willing to do it or if he's just toying with me.His chuckles awakened me from my deep thoughts."Sorry..." I shyly apologized for finishing all the ice cream he bought."It's fine, baby," he gently said.He took his phone a