5. Derek
Derek
Alexis stormed out of the office, and I admired the view of her ass as it sashayed its way into the elevator.
She flipped me off as the doors closed, and I chuckled, biting my tongue to tame my wide smile.
She was already perfect, and I hadn’t even had the opportunity to stick my dick inside her yet.
I could only imagine what she would feel like wrapped around my cock.
That was the only line I wouldn’t cross with Alexis.
I wanted her desperately, but I would never force her into anything she didn’t want for herself.
Granted, deep down, below all the hatred and running, I knew she wanted me; I could see it in her beautiful, ice-blue eyes, but for some reason, she was fighting herself just as much as she was fighting me.
She’d come around, though, eventually, and I would make sure of that .
Waiting would make the reward of her taste that much sweeter on my tongue.
Adjusting myself in my jeans and taking a seat behind my desk, I resumed what I had been working on before I was distracted by her walking through the empty floor.
The office cleared out early today, which was not unusual for a Monday.
I decided to stay late to work on the assignment Dean had dropped on my desk this morning.
It was nice to have the entire floor to myself, peaceful and quiet, while I dissected the details surrounding Anathema and attempted to devise a plan of execution.
Here was the problem I was facing: Infiltrating an organization, group, or cult—whatever they were calling themselves—was not easy.
Not to mention, Anathema earned their namesake in the type of work they performed.
And while they were unknown to most, those of us who knew of them knew to stay the fuck out of their business.
Conrad, assigning us a case like this was a death sentence.
I didn’t know what he was thinking when he allowed this to become more than a simple write-off, an effortless shrug of the shoulders before tossing it into the trash.
But he called the shots here, and this would be a huge mistake on his part. He knew better than this.
Dean had been messaging me non-stop with ideas of how we could potentially infiltrate Anathema for information, but it would be near impossible without a third party’s involvement. We would need someone who was already inside and working for them if we were going to get anywhere .
Anathema was as exclusive as it got when it came to savage mercenaries-for-hire.
Attempting to get even a single foot in the door could take years to accomplish, which was time we didn’t have if their plans were already in motion, not to mention, they also performed thorough background checks on their prospective members, and if they ever discovered we worked for the CIA, we were cooked.
Working with someone already on the inside would help us skip the line and give us direct access to the information we needed. The hard part was finding that specific individual.
What could they have planned that was so big it has caught the attention of the CIA and required us to put our lives on the line in an attempt to stop whatever it is?
I scratched the back of my head in thought. They would have to plan something that would affect the entire world, and it could be anything. They had a wide range of talents among their members, allowing them to do everything, including the impossible.
Murder, mayhem, a global shutdown… I had a few ideas to consider, but not one was worth risking Dean’s or my life to prevent.
I growled with frustration, slamming my fist down on the desk.
I needed fresh air; I needed to get the hell out of here.
This case gave me a headache, and I had only been on it for nine hours.
Blowing out a breath, I stood and headed towards the elevator bay. There were better things I could be doing right now instead of being chained to my desk all evening.
As I exited onto the street, I pulled out my phone to see where Alexis had run off to.
She was pissed off with me as it was, but I needed to send my mind elsewhere tonight.
She was my beautiful escape from reality; if only I could fuck her instead of my hand to the mere thought of her.
An imagination could only get you so far before your body and mind started craving the real thing. And I had been craving her for months.
When I got to my truck, the app had loaded and pinpointed her current location for me, but she wasn’t where I had hoped she would be. She was at that same fucking rundown apartment I sat outside of this morning. Why the hell was she back there again?
Adding to my already shit mood, I climbed into my truck and drove to the address, parking a block away like before and waiting for her to leave—at least, I hoped she would.
If she stayed the night, I was going to bust down every door and then drag her ass out of there.
I had no right to do it, but I had every right to lay claim to the woman I desired most.
There was a gnawing feeling in the back of my mind that kept telling me she was sleeping with someone, and this was where he lived. I couldn’t see any other reason why she would have started coming here more and more frequently as of late.
Pulling my phone out, I reviewed the document I had emailed myself earlier while in the office.
I had done some additional research using the CIA’s resources and managed to get a hold of a list of residents who lived in or at least rented these apartments.
I may not have known which unit she was in specifically, but at least I could see if I knew any of the residents’ names.
Browsing through the list, I couldn’t find anyone who stuck out or was obvious as to whom she could be staying with or visiting.
Tossing my phone across the dashboard, I pounded my fists into the steering wheel with a curse. I was stuck, sitting here with no answers or even a hint as to why she was here and what she could be doing—whom she could be doing.
I laughed in aggravation, leaning back in my seat and running my hands through my hair. If only AJ were here to talk some sense into me. He always had my back, and with him gone and busy with Chyler, I was on my own. I was slowly losing my mind over a woman.
I closed my eyes as I rocked forward, pressing my forehead into the steering wheel and attempting to calm my erratic breathing. My hands had begun to white-knuckle beside my head, and I ground my teeth until they hurt.
Fucking relax, Derek… there is no one else…
But there could be, and there was nothing I could do sitting out here in my fucking truck, waiting for her to leave.
After what felt like hours of waiting, I caught sight of Alexis exiting the building. She walked down the street to her car and got in. I watched intently as she sat in her car for a few minutes before starting the engine and pulling away from the curb to leave.
I had every intention of following her, but instead, I pulled out my phone and opened the app to see where she was headed .
Alexis knew what kind of truck I drove, and there weren’t many of them around. It would have been all too obvious if she saw it in her mirrors.
Twenty minutes later, she arrived at her apartment across the city, and I locked my phone, setting it down in the cup holder.
She was home and most likely going straight to bed. It was just past midnight.
Satisfied with where she was, I yawned, stretching my arms out in front of me and rolling my wrists.
This wasn’t what I had planned for my night after a long workday, but it was better than just sitting at home alone, watching TV or scrolling social media.
With my mind finally at ease, I started my truck and drove to the only place I wanted to be tonight.