Page 13 of Twin Deception

This is different, though.

While I didn’t have a habit of questioning any details of a hit being placed on someone, and I never involved myself in the motivation of why someone was supposed to die, with Isabel, I did struggle with reluctance that came from how the contract to kill her had come to me.

The contract was changed at the last minute. Per that call with Drago, the decision to have Isabel kidnapped seemed like a convenient alternative of a plan since Louis had gone into hiding. Then when he tacked on the plan to just have her killed instead of taken, that was even more rushed and last-minute. It was the timing of it all that had me second-guessing what was going on here.

It’s none of my business.

Questioning a hit would be the end of my reputation if I wanted to continue to get work. I was expected to deliver on the promise of death, and in other circumstances, that was what I’d do. And it shouldn’t have been any different for this contract to kill Isabel. Itwasjust business, as far as I was supposed to know. Like usual. Her death would be business and nothing more.

I exhaled a long breath at that thought as I followed her walking back toward her hotel after lunch.

Nothing about this isusual.For starters, I’d never let myself be attracted to a target.

Weaving around people and maintaining a steady distance to her, I stalked her back to where she was staying. It wasn’t enough to see her enter the lobby. I walked in another side door, making sure to follow the elevator number lighting up.

Ninth floor. Got it.

I turned toward the stairwell and sprinted all the way to her floor, racing the elevator. Catching my breath, I stepped out into the hallway and waited near her room.

The elevator’s ping sounded, and with a gentle whir, the doors opened.

Waiting with my back against the wall, out of sight around the corner of the intersecting hallways, I watched her walk her fine ass down the other way.

One. Two. Three… Four.I counted off the doors to see which one she chose.Five. Oh, fuck me.

She neared the sixth door, tugging the tie out of her hair as she walked. Lifting her arms made her entire stride somehow sexier, like a woman on the runway, swaying her hips. Lifting her hair, then letting those long, glossy locks cascade down against her bare upper back not covered with the style of her white halter-top cut of her dress.

Fuck… me.

I was addicted, stalking but with interest for something more than killing her.

I could see her now, how she’d turn and shoot me a slight glare, displeased that I dared to trespass on her space and trample over her idea of privacy.

Those plump lips could curl in a smirk as though she’d issue a challenge to back off.

But I wouldn’t. In my mind’s eye, I saw her scowling as I ran after her, catching her around the waist.

Her door opened and shut, and she was out of my sight, but still, I lingered and stared at where she’d disappeared. Carried away with the allure of this fantasy of how else I could stalk her, with a different ending in mind, I zoned out and entertained the daydream of her telling me off. Maybe she’d try to slap me.

My dick hardened beneath my pants at the vision of getting her mad and riled up.

Then she could buck against me as I held her hands above her hand and pinned her to the wall.

She’d protest, maybe, and I could silence her with a hard kiss until she melted. She could resist, turning her head away, but she wouldn’t be able to stay strong against the torture of my hand pushing her dress up, reaching between her legs and seeing just how wet she was for me.

Her legs would part for me, and I’d have access to slide my fingers?—

A housekeeper pushed a cart too quickly around a corner, smacking the cushioned corner of the wheeled unit against the wall.

She bared her teeth in a sheepish expression as I whipped my head around to see what was happening.

“Whoops,” she whispered as the items on the cart shook and rattled from the hit against the wall.

I sighed, knowing it had to be for the best that I was interrupted.

Fantasizing about the woman who had an ill-timed hit placed on her?

What the fuck is wrong with me?

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