SPLASH
Nikita emptied her glass of champagne on his head.
"I'll pretend all this never happened. Next time, ask someone with better taste in jewelry for help." She commented before leaving.
Felix was disheartened. Resisting the urge to cry, he paid the bill and hurried towards the restroom with champagne still dripping through his hair as people around him kept whispering and gossiping.
He washed his face and then took off his black blazer that reeked of alcohol, putting his wide shoulders in a white office shirt to display. He loosened the knot of his plain black tie and then continued washing parts of his outfit that required urgent cleaning.
"That was rough. I feel sorry for you." He heard an unfamiliar man speak right next to him. Felix didn't respond and kept rubbing his clothes more vigorously to finish up sooner. Somehow with the unfamiliar man around him, he felt the atmosphere suffocating.
"Nikita shay......... not curvy enough but yet so wild in bed." the unfamiliar man spoke again but this time he successfully caught Felix's attention.
Felix glared at him with anger as he heard the unfamiliar man in his thirties speak about his girlfriend.
"How do you know her?" Felix asked with raised eyebrows.
"I know things that even you are unaware of." the man leaned towards Felix's ear and whispered with an evil smirk plastered over his face.
"I asked, how the hell do you know her?" Fuming up, Felix growled and grabbed him by the collar. He could smell the expensive mahogany cologne on him. Judging from his attire, it was obvious that the man was much richer than him.
His mind started running on different trails of thoughts. "Is she cheating on me?" being the scariest one.
"Relax young man. We have a lot to talk about." He calmly replied.
Felix's anger did not affect him as if he was used to it. He slowly set his collar free from Felix's grab and placed a folded note inside the pocket of Felix's shirt.
Smiling, he then left without speaking.
Felix pulled out the note and read the message scribbled on it that said:
"I'll wait for you at Le Boudoir, tomorrow at 6 PM ;) "
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Dragging her trolley bag on the John F. Kennedy international airport, the tall slender lady walked out, dressed in a black formal suit with a white collared blouse. Her caramel brown hair tied neatly into a bun, and black sunglasses resting on the bridge of her nose made her look like that she was probably someone from the corporate world.
Her milky fair complexion with her natural caramel hair and rosy cheeks made her look like someone that had just arrived from Europe but interestingly enough, the flight that she had stepped out of was actually from Iraq.
She glanced at her watch and then dialed a number on her cell phone.
" j'ai attaint " ( I've reached.) She said and ended the call.
Tossing her cellphone and passport in a trash can nearby, she reached out towards a black car that probably stood there waiting for her.
Just as she sat, the driver started driving without exchanging any words. Two hours later, the car stopped outside a white marbled building with black tinted windows.
Clicking the heel of her black loafers on the terrazzo floor, she finally stopped outside the main entrance of the building and scanned her fingerprints, retina, and ID card to gain access.
Just as she entered, she was greeted by a blonde-haired man in his thirties who was commonly known around as hawk.
"How are you doing? Lilith" hawk greeted her with a handshake.
"That's a terrible question to ask an overworked and underpaid CIA agent that has just arrived from a battlefield in Iraq. Of course, I am not doing well." Lilith blurted out in response.
Hawk couldn't help smiling at her. Words couldn't describe how much he missed having a conversation with this very talkative sarcastic young girl.
"My bad. I am sorry, Miss." Hawk pulled his ears to apologize which made Lilith roll her eyes.
"Stop it. You are already too ugly." She commented on his actions.
The cheesy smirk on hawk's face was long gone as he heard Lilith speak. Maybe there was a misinterpretation of him liking her sarcasm.
"Why the fuck do we keep wearing these formal suits at the airport. The only thing they do is raise suspicion." Lilith irritatingly kept blabbering while she pulled her black blazer off and threw it on hawk's face, hoping for him to answer. But to her dismay, she received no response in return.
"Why are you acting so sour?" she finally asked as she noticed the not-so-pleasant expressions on his face.
"You can't expect me to be thankful for being called ugly and getting hit by a coat on my delicate face. Trust me I would smile my jaws out if this was your underwear." Hawk replied as he sniffed her blazer.
"What could I expect from a pervert like you? I wonder what was going through the boss's head when he named you hawk and not 'Creep'." Lilith scoffed and walked towards the locker room.
"You see, hawks are the only animal that matched my charisma and sexiness. Boss is a very observant man. Only he could appreciate my true potential." Hawk replied as he followed her.
"Your words make me want to change your name to 'asshole' " Lilith laughed out as she pulled out her clothes from her locker and slowly started unbuttoning her shirt while hawk glared at her. She wasn't a shy lady. During their early years of training, the agents were asked several times to strip themselves naked in front of each other. There wasn't a part of her that hawk had never seen before. So, she never minded when hawk often followed her to the locker room while she changed.
Speaking of hawk, he was a fellow agent who had formed a crush on Lilith the very first day he had laid his eyes on her. Although over the course of their friendship he had understood that Lilith had no intentions of settling down in a relationship, he couldn't let go any chances of catching glimpses of her tempting naked body.
"I have something to tell you." Hawk finally had mustered the courage to speak his heart out.
To be continued.....................….