Married to my Ex-wife's boss

The naked Visitor

CHAPTER TWENTY

The mission lay before his eyes, none of its wordings changing. His eyes watered. He prayed it was because he had been staring for seconds at the printed mission.

He had no idea what to do? Was this for real? He wondered, eyeing the sheet warily; seeing a nuclear bomb in its place.

Should he confront the president for an explanation? He went on with wonder, his nose sniffing in fear from the air.

A day had passed since the revelation. In total, nearly two weeks passed without him taking action on the mission.

He cursed his tired mind and swallowed painfully. He had just two years to complete all thirteen tasks.

And he had let two weeks pass without as much moving and inch. It didn't matter that he could leave the two weeks as a holiday for himself after finishing the first mission.

He still was behind time. Everything was mumbled in his mind. Nothing had gone as planned.

He was to get married to Roseline as revenge on Sandra. But now he didn't understand anything.

And to find out that he was to kill Roseline as part of the task?

He cursed under his breath as he worked on his tie, wondering if Mr. President was setting him up for failure.

Maybe that had been the reason the suspicion had been so strong when he had been handed the mission and a few minutes later, Roseline had walked in.

As to why the president would choose to harm his best friend's daughter, was beyond him.

But it wasn't his duty to analyse things. He has been given order; order he must obey.

This was the time for action. The time where he had to let go of his feelings and do what he had to do.

There was no turning back, he told himself as he finalized his dressing, nodding at its sharp look.

It was time to persuade Roseline to love him more. He didn't think it would be too easy. Hell, he knew it could be the most difficult thing to do.

But still, a ray of hope was there. Roseline had had a crush on him since he knew her. It had been there for years now. If for nothing, she would accept him because her heart must have yearned a long time for him.

Now, the issue was how to carry out the murder without it being traced to him. Without people pointing quick fingers at him for having murdered a friend.

fuck, he cursed again. Just as he had started to admire Roseline's aura, he was to kill it .

He didn't want to do it. Yes, this might not have been the first time he was asked to kill as a mission.

But to kill a loved one? Even if he had not much feeling for Roseline. To end her life?

It was something he would never have thought of in his entire life. But it had to be done.

He couldn't question the mission nor could he change the commands. He had to do it, not as David, but as a secret agent.

His feelings were alien to his work. They simply didn't exist during work. All he had to do was to activate his robotic heart and work with its inherent commands.

Roseline will have to be killed one way or the other, that he knew of.

The only issue was how to carry it out without being questioned; without drawing attention to himself.

His identity needed to remain concealed. He was declared one of the best because he could carry out a task and remain a secret agent.

Nothing had ever been traced to him.

The thought of marriage, now, did not sound so pleasant anymore. Getting married might give him away and spoil everything for everyone.

That was the least he wanted.

In order for the mission to be a success, he needed to do it discreetly. Maybe, invite her somewhere quiet and deal a blow.

Covering his tracks then, would be a bit easier.

He took a deep breath, ready to start the mission, his lungs tightening with fear but still strong enough to give him determination.

Killing Roseline was the thirteenth task. Would it be wise for him to wait and deal the blow at a later time?

Maybe, carry out the mission bit by bit? He questioned resignedly. He had just two years. Would it be possible to finish up everything before the elapsing of two years?

He sighed heavily, taking in his reflection on the mirror wearily.

Although his mind was foggy, he could still make out beauty from the mirror. He was still as handsome as he had been.

But something seemed to be missing in his appearance, his nose twitched with the thought.

He was fully dressed in a white shirt and gray pants. His black shoes were shiny and professional as usual.

But he felt incomplete. Was he still pining for her? For the lady who broke his heart?

A sharp pain cut across his chest as he remembered the blow he had continually been dealt with.

He pressed his eyes close to stem the embarrassment that flooded his body.

But he snapped his eyes open almost immediately.

There was progress. Instead of the usual knacking pain that he had frequently felt when he thought about her, he now felt embarrassment.

He smiled to himself, letting the blush on his cheeks fade away. He knew he was strong.

But the doorbell rang to interrupt his thoughts.

He wasn't expecting anyone. So he waited, hands still on his tie and eyes glued to his bedroom's large mirror.

But it rang and rang again. He had to move or else he would lose his hearing.

On getting to the peephole, his heart jumped with a start.

It wasn't as much the person who stood at the door as what the person was putting on.

There before his door was Sandra, putting on absolutely nothing; naked as a freshly peeled potato.