The Agent’s Badboy

She thought he was going to take her to one of the seating areas where he would greet his friends and colleagues. Karla knows that it would be a very dangerous situation for her to be in. But with her luck she doubted that she would be killed that night, she knows that she was destined for something worse.All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

Karla was surprised when he let his security guys ushered them from the back entrance and went straight to his office at the top of the club.

“You got me all dolled up just to go here? at least let me wear my flats, these heels are made for the dance floor.”

Her words flow after they were left alone in his modern-looking office above the club. She was taking in the view from the full-length windows.

His office was located above the VIP lounge. She could clearly see a couple of wanted men from her wall, where she spent countless hours mapping the organization and their warehouses, distribution place, and even some suspected drug factory areas.

“You’re too beautiful to be paraded on the dance floor. I don’t want a blood bath, not tonight.” Yegor said calmly while he poured two glasses of straight vodka then poured some orange juice in hers.

She shrugged and took the orange vodka to her lips and ignore him, while her eyes kept on studying the men who had started filling the VIP lounge.

“I need you to stay here, I need to greet my guests.” He kissed her cheek then finish his drink.

She looked at him as he talked to his guard outside of his office door, just before he left her. Karla just smiled at him and let him do what he needs to do, while she smirked and took out her phone and start to snap the incriminating pictures. She tried to send the pictures to her cloud and email but failed after several tries, then she just gave up on it.

It only took her twenty minutes to stare out the windows until she was fuming. She was seeing the Voloshin brothers with the woman previously waiting for Yegor at his drug lord mansion the night he took her home.

What made Karla almost throw her glass to the window was how Yegor said one thing but did another. The previous night he clearly said that the woman was nothing to him, but that night he was letting her trail her hands to his chest.

Mother fucker! Men!

She cursed on the inside, she didn’t even know why she bothers with her jealousy. Her high heels made a powerful determining sound as she stomped her feet and walked out of his office.

“Mam, I’m not supposed to let you leave.” His guard was stopping her before she was able to leave.

“Right, give me a cup. Make it a bigger one, I need to pee then you can handle it as you please.” She said lying through her teeth and was having fun looking at the instant horror on the guard’s face.

“That… won’t be necessary, let me escort you to the ladies.” He answered awkwardly and walked to her side and show her the private restroom where there was no line of people waiting.

The situation was perfect for her as he waited outside the door when she was taking a pee for real. Then she tidied herself back and wash her hands before she goes outside and told the guard that she needed help with something.

It took her seconds to go back inside and follow the guards after a quick check of the surrounding areas.

He didn’t even saw the small vase that she used to hit him with. Karla didn’t want to let out more effort to disable him with her bare hands. That was why she decided to use the clay vase and made sure that he was unconscious and alive when she left him locked in the bathroom. She also took his phone and turned it off.

“There, sleep tight my rugged bodyguard.” She whispered softly in his ear.

Karla closed the door behind him and tweaked the handle with the knife she found on his calf holster. The agent in her made sure that the guard won’t be found any time soon. Then she disposed of his phone on the planter outside the bathroom.

“Now, let’s have some real fun.” She mumbled to herself, grinning wide.

She has never been the type who would confront her date when they started to cheat on her. The woman in her was too proud to act out her jealousy. Though she was boiling on the inside, she decided to go to the bar and cool herself down with some fancy ice cocktails.

And with her looks, it wasn’t long until guys started buying her drinks. She ignored most of the guys. Until she flirted with a dark sexy man, who was supporting a killer smile. That time she had agreed when he asked her to dance after a glass of cherry bourbon.

“Still can’t believe you’re here alone tonight…” his hands were to her waist as she was dancing closer to him. She was a bit tipsy, but she could always handle her alcohol consumption and she had decided that the bourbon was her last drink if she didn’t want to get wasted.

“I am…” she flirted while placing her hands and felt his hard pectoral muscles. He smirked when he noticed what she was doing.

“It’ll feel better skin to skin…” he was about to carry on flirting with her when they were suddenly surrounded by Yegor and his men. All four of them.

The fuck?!

Karla cursed on the inside, feeling truly annoyed by the drug kingpin.

“Not with you she won’t, let my boys escort you out before I put my knife and carved it into your skin and made it worse for you.”

Yegor gripped her arm with force, making sure that she won’t run away from him. And she just looked at him with rage, while in the background she could clearly see the woman was talking to the notorious Voloshin brothers.

“We’re going home.”

Karla didn’t want to be that bitch who made a spectacle at herself in a crowded nightclub, so she let him escort her out of the club.

They were both quiet in the back seat of his car. The driver had long pulled up the divider giving them privacy, but she didn’t want to be the first one to break the silence and he was busy tapping away on his phone.

But the ride quickly ended, and he waited for her to get out of the car and ushered her to his bedroom.

“Darko said you locked my guard in the restroom, after hitting him on the head with a vase.”

“I’m bored.” She shrugged after answering him while still feeling annoyed.

He chuckled at her reply, and roughly pulled her waist flat to him, and let his strong hand rest on her small sexy back.

“Why didn’t you come to me? I’ll dance with you.”

“You’re busy letting yourself be adored by that woman.” She said while trying to get away from him, but his hold on her was strong.

“Ah… is this what it’s all about? Zasha was there with the Voloshin brother’s I’m sure you know about their… well brutality, and I really don’t want my newly open club to make it to the media in all its glorified goriness. I told you I don’t want a blood bath.” His hand tucked the loose strand back behind her ear.

“So you’re busy, I get that. Why not let me have some fun?” her voice trembled a bit feeling his small little touches and their closeness all together.

“Your kind of fun involves dancing with another man and you’re actually touching him. And you my feisty little kiska are mine…” his hand gripped her neck possessively and his lips hover inches to her ear while his breath fans her intimately making her hands reached and hold on for his body.

“I’m not yours!” she breathed out her words and finally pushed him back harshly.

“What the fuck, Karla!”

“Yes! that’s exactly what we are! we fuck!”

She was still upset with his previous attitude with the woman and she was angry because it upsets her more than she expected.

“Baby…” he pulled her slowly and kissed her until she melts in his arms.

“Stay, that woman means nothing to me.”

“But you told me to stay in your office, while you’re down with her,”

She pouted adorably making his insides warm with desire.

“It’s cute when you’re jealous.”

“And it’s annoying when you’re pretending to be jealous.” She replied sarcastically.

“I didn’t pretend, and yeah… I was jealous.”

He always gets jealous when men get too close to her. He almost killed two of her previous boyfriends if he wasn’t too busy building his empire and killing off his competitor.