As Andrew departed, I quickly wrapped my arms around Eva, concern flooding my voice. "Did he do something to you? Are you alright?" With a calm smile, she assured me, "I'm perfectly fine. Don't worry. What about our mission?"
I couldn't help but grin. "It's successful. Now, let's start the countdown. Once anyone discovers a bomb has been planted here and the stampede begins, we will achieve complete success. "Shall we get back to the hall?" I asked Eva. We made our way to the hall. Moments later, a frantic employee burst into the room, shouting, "Run! Everyone, there's a bomb here!" Panic erupted, and people began scrambling in every direction.
I glanced at Eva and said, "Let's go, wifey. It's all in motion now." Extending my hand toward her, she smiled and took it, replying, "Yes, Mr. Husband." Amidst the chaos, we walked with calm grace, hand in hand, stealing glances at each other and exchanging confident smiles. Our hearts raced not just from the thrill of the situation but also from the electric connection we shared.
We arrived at the headquarters, where our teammates were already gathered. Miss Serena greeted us with a beaming smile. "Good job, everyone! You all worked so hard, and we succeeded in our mission!" We exchanged firm handshakes and felt a sense of pride swell within us as we prepared to leave the headquarters.
To celebrate our victory, we headed to a lavish restaurant for a candlelight dinner. The soft glow of the candles flickered as we clinked our wine glasses, savouring the exquisite food and indulging in the sweet taste of triumph. Our conversation flowed easily, filled with laughter and playful banter.
As dinner wrapped up and the evening unfolded, Eva excused herself, saying, "Excuse me, I need to use the restroom." "Okay, I'll go outside and get the car. I'll meet you there," I replied, watching her depart with a smile. I was standing outside, waiting for her, when suddenly a group of girls approached me, giggling as they asked for an address. One of them tilted her head, flashing a playful smile. "You're so handsome, Mr." she teased. I chuckled, stealing a glance at Eva. She was watching from a distance, her piercing gaze unreadable. A smirk tugged at my lips—I had the perfect opportunity to tease her. So, I lingered, laughing with the girls, indulging in their conversation a little longer.
Then, out of nowhere, I felt it—a delicate yet firm touch from behind. A slender hand rested on my shoulder, its touch both possessive and unsettling. Before I could turn, she moved—pressing her body lightly against mine, her other hand slipping beneath my coat with deliberate ease. I barely had a moment to process it before I felt something cold and hard against my back. Then I realized.
It's a gun.
Oh My God!
A wicked thrill shot through me. My pulse spiked, but instead of fear, an unfamiliar smile curled my lips. This woman…
Then, her sultry voice murmured against my ear, dripping with mock sweetness. "Honey, sorry for making you wait so long. Let's go home. " She stepped forward from behind, finally revealing herself to the girls. Eva—beautiful, dangerous, unshaken.
Her fingers grazed my chest before she slowly turned to face them. Her dark eyes gleamed with something unreadable as she sized them up, an almost amused smirk playing at her lips. "And who are these girls?" she asked, tilting her head slightly. "Do you know them?" Her voice was calm, but I knew better.
"No, no!" I answered quickly. "They were just asking for directions." The girls stiffened, their confidence vanishing. One of them glanced at me nervously before whispering, "Ahh… and she…?". Eva's fingers slid into my hair, fixing the strands with a slow, deliberate touch. "Oh?" she cooed. "You haven't introduced me yet? That's not very polite, love. Tell them who I am." Her words weren't a request.
I swallowed, feeling the weight of her gaze. "Ahh, yes. She's, my wife." The girls gasped softly, shifting uneasily, sensing something… off. But Eva wasn't finished. "Oh, it's so noisy here," she murmured, her voice deceptively soft. "I couldn't quite hear you just now. What did you say?" Her fingers trailed down my arm—possessive, seductive, with a hint of danger. And just like that, the air grew heavier, the moment stretched taut, tension crackling between us like a live wire ready to snap.
I held my breath.
Because this wasn't just about jealousy.
This was a warning.
And the girls? They were smart enough to realize it.
It was then that I raised my voice, a mix of urgency and pride. "She is my wife." The words hung in the air, heavy with meaning. Eva shot a look at the girls that could chill the fiercest of hearts. "I hope you got the address, and can you please excuse us?" With that, she snatched the car keys from my hand, turning to march away. And I rushed after her.
As she moved her hand in order to open the car door, I swiftly pressed my hand against the door, wrapping my arms around her waist. "Hey, Eva, please listen to me, baby." She shot me a burning glare. "What is there to listen to? My husband was flirting with other girls—how cool is that?". I replied softly, "No, that's not what it was. I was just teasing you a bit. I'm so sorry; it'll never happen again. Please, forgive me just this once." Her eyes narrowed, sharp and piercing, as if reading my soul. "Teasing, huh? So, are you going to walk home or coming with me?"
With a resigned nod, I slid into the passenger seat, I felt it—the raw energy radiating off her like a live wire. Eva's hands gripped the wheel with effortless command, her fingers steady, her knuckles unflinching as she slammed the accelerator. The tires screeched against the pavement, and suddenly, we weren't just moving.
We were flying.
The city melted into a whirlwind of neon and headlights, a dazzling blur of motion and light, but she didn't flinch. She carved through the chaos like she was born for this, sliding the car between lanes with a precision that shouldn't have been possible. A truck loomed ahead—too close—but with a flick of her wrist, she sent us skimming past its metal frame, missing it by a breath.
A bus veered into our lane. Any other driver would have flinched. But not Eva. She grinned—just a flicker of amusement on those full lips—and spun the wheel, sending us skimming past its side like a whisper. The rush of air rattled the car's frame, but she didn't break a sweat. She was untouchable, untamed.
And fuck—she was gorgeous like this.
The wild gleam in her eyes. The way she bit her lip as she leaned into the next turn. The way she embraced danger with such effortless grace—and made it look damn f*cking sexy.
I couldn't take it anymore.
"Eva, please, listen to me," I said, my voice tight. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you, baby—"
Before I could finish, she moved.
Fast.
Too fast.
Her other hand left the wheel for just a second. The glint of steel caught the dim streetlights as she reached under her jacket, and in a heartbeat, the gun was in her hand. Just long enough to grab the gun.
She did it so smoothly, so effortlessly, that my stomach clenched—not with fear, but with something far more dangerous. One hand on the steering wheel, the other gripping gun, she maneuvered through the traffic like a goddess of destruction, untouchable and untamed. The way she controlled everything—the road, the car, me—made my pulse slam against my ribs.
And she looks irresistibly, dangerously fucking sexy.
She turned, and levelled the barrel at me, her finger resting light on the trigger.
"Quiet." Her voice was silk and venom. Smooth, yet deadly.
The air between us crackled.
My pulse slammed in my throat, not from fear, but from something else—something darker, more intoxicating. She was dangerous, unpredictable, utterly fearless. And at that moment, I wanted her even more.
The final stretch of the city disappeared behind us, and she skidded hard into the driveway, tires shrieking, smoke curling from the asphalt. The car jerked to a stop, but she didn't lower the gun.
She turned to me, lips slightly parted, eyes unreadable.
Danger had never looked so beautiful.
And I was utterly, helplessly hers.
As we crossed the threshold, the air crackled with unspoken desire, a heady chaos that only sharpened my hunger for her. At that moment, I knew—this was no ordinary relationship. It was a wildfire, untamed and all-consuming, a storm that promised both ecstasy and ruin. And wherever it led, I was ready to chase it to the edge of oblivion.
As Eva rushed into her room, I followed closely behind, desperation painting my voice. "Eva, please listen to me. I'm so sorry. Believe me, I'm devoted to only one woman—you. If you still can't believe me, then go ahead and shoot me. I wouldn't say a single word."
She moved closer, her steps deliberate, as she expertly handled the gun, setting it with precision before pointing it directly at my chest—right where my heart lies. Her gaze never wavered, holding mine with an intensity that spoke volumes, the air between us thick with unspoken tension.
Then, suddenly, she bursts into laughter, the sound echoing in the silence. Her face softens, and she presses it against my chest, her breath warm against my skin as her laughter slowly fades into something quieter, light and teasing and she said- "Oh, come on! You take things so seriously! I was having a little fun—just like you were earlier."
Relief washed over me as I let out a breath, I didn't realize I was holding. I pulled her into a tight embrace, warmth radiating between us. "Thank God! I thought I was in real trouble. By the way, you look insanely fucking insane like that—and damn, I adore the way my wife gets possessive over her husband." Our eyes locked, and the air between us pulsed with tension, a storm of desire and danger colliding in the silence...
Then, I slid my hands around her waist, pulling her flush against me. My head dipped, resting gently against hers as my thumb traced slowly over her parted lips, lingering, teasing. My voice dropped to a husky whisper.
"But I mean every word."
Silence settled between us, thick, intoxicating. Our breaths mingled, our gazes locked—an unspoken promise, an electric pull neither of us dared to break.
As she moved away from me, my shirt caught on her watch, stopping her in her tracks. She stumbled, her balance slipping, and instinctively seized my tie—pulling me down with her in a swift, breathless motion. In a heartbeat, we crashed onto the bed, her body pressed against mine, breaths tangled, the air between us crackling with something dark, deep, and undeniable.
Our eyes locked, the tension between us crackling like a live wire, our breaths mingling, heavy and uneven. I could feel the heat radiating from her skin, the pulse of the night wrapping around us, pulling us deeper into the chaos we had created. Her fingers curled into my shirt, her chest rising and falling beneath me, lips parted just slightly—an unspoken invitation.
"Sorry, but I can't control myself now," I murmured, my voice rough with desire.
Then, I crashed my lips against hers.
Our lips crashed together in a fevered clash, a storm of hunger and urgency, her touch igniting a fire that neither of us could hope to control. She met my hunger, her hands sliding up my neck, tangling into my hair, pulling me even closer.
A low sound escaped her throat as I deepened the kiss, my tongue tracing the seam of her lips before she granted me entrance. Her taste was intoxicating, a heady blend of sweetness and desire that left me craving more. My hands explored her waist, fingers pressing into her curves, feeling the heat of her body beneath me.
She arched into me, her breath hitching as my lips trailed down to her jaw, then lower, my name a whisper on her lips.
And in that moment, nothing else mattered.
Just her. Just us. Just the fire consuming everything in its path.
Now, just as the fire between us burned hotter, the sharp ring of my phone shattered the moment. We froze, breathless, our lips mere inches apart, the air between us charged with electricity. An awkward silence settled between us as reality crept back in.
She let out a slow breath, her fingers resting on my chest. "You can answer it," she murmured, her voice laced with something unreadable—disappointment, amusement, or maybe both.
Reluctantly, I pushed myself up, running a hand through my hair as I grabbed the phone. Matteo.
I clenched my jaw and answered. "What?"
"Sir, Sorry to bother you at this hour, but you left your wallet here."
I shut my eyes, inhaling sharply. Of all the damn times—he had to call now? My fingers curled around the phone, irritation surging through me. Matteo had just interrupted something precious, something intense, something I wasn't ready to let go of.
Grinding my teeth, I forced my voice to stay level. "Okay, I understand. I'll get it tomorrow." Then, with barely restrained annoyance, I added, "Now, can you excuse me?"
I ended the call before he could respond, tossing the phone aside. My gaze shifted back to her—her expression unreadable, her lips still swollen from our kiss. The energy between us had shifted, but the heat?
That was still there, simmering beneath the surface.
She exhaled softly, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "You should get some rest," she said, her voice quieter now, laced with something unspoken. "It's been a long day."
I nodded, forcing a small, awkward smile. "Yeah… you're right. Good night." My voice came out stiffer than I intended, the weight of our almost-moment still hanging between us.
Without another word, I turned and left her room, but the warmth of her touch, the taste of her lips—they lingered, haunting me. Every step away from her felt wrong, like walking away from an unfinished story, a chapter begging to be written. By the time I reached my room, my pulse was still racing, my skin smouldering with the imprint of her touch, every nerve alive with the memory of her beneath me. I ran a frustrated hand through my hair, knowing there was only one way to cool down.
Minutes later, the icy water of the shower cascaded over me, but it did nothing to extinguish the fire raging inside. Her scent, her breathless whispers, how she had looked at me—it all replayed in my mind like a cruel temptation.
Sleep? Impossible.
I lay awake the entire night, staring at the ceiling, drowning in thoughts of her. And somehow, deep down, I knew…
She was lying in her room, wide awake, thinking of me too.
This day—this night—was unforgettable.
And we both felt it...