Chapter 2: CHAPTER 2: A Double Thinking

I am running down the unknown street to somewhere I don't know at all, I'm actually just running for my life and trying my best to stay alive. Gun in hand, ready to shoot anyone who tries to catch me or harm me in anyway.

I am dressed all in black from head to toe, with my long hair tied up in ponytail, looking strong and fierce as always. Not letting a soul underestimate me.

But that doesn't mean I am not scared to death right now; in fact I am horrified.

Because well, if one of them find me, only God know what they will do to me, especially that I am not good at fighting. But I am sure about one thing, I have a good aim.

So I have to stop doubting myself. I need to calm myself down and take a deep breath. It's okay, Jessica! You don't have to worry about any of this.

Simply, if I run into one of them or in the worst case all of them, I will shoot and not think of how strong they are or how cruel they're trained. Or that I am a young girl and they are professional assassins.

So now, I try to get less nervous and slow down the pace, maybe the danger is gone, maybe I am safe now and no one is following me. Maybe I am just panicking and it's all in my head.

It is so dark, that I can barely see where I am stepping, and the bumpy ground is not helping at all, plus my high heels are making the mission nearly impossible.

Right then I start hearing some distant footsteps, even some manly whispers behind me and they're getting closer by each second I am standing shocked trying to figure out what to do.

The voices grow louder and so do my breathing rhythm, my heart is beating with an unimaginable speed that I can hear it in my ears like a song. But in the middle of all this, it comes to my head.

RUN. I have to run if I'd like to live.

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The phone is ringing; I stare at it completely motionless for a few minutes, considering the option of not picking it up.

But I do accept the call anyway and say "hello" immediately, without catching a glimpse of who's calling me.

"Where the hells are you, I called a dozen times, what's wrong with you" Andrew says, with an angry tone. And he's yelling.

I check my phone and find 15 missed call, no wonder he's furious.

"I was in the bathroom, I couldn't answer" I lie. With a normal tone, because I can't just say what I was doing like it is a common thing we talk about casually over a phone call.

"Well, I thought you're ignoring me, Jess" he says. Still angry, I can tell, though his voice is calmer than when I picked up.

Andrew and I have been seeing each other for more than year now and I still confuse him.

He is tall with a muscular body, not too muscular for my taste though. Bronzed skin and blue eyes and fake black hair which make him look beautiful, but he is not charming. I honestly can't understand why blonde guys dye their hair black, really.

To be fair, Andrew looks hot no matter what. Although, sure something is missing though.

But I can assure you that he is so good in bed, just his deep voice and his strong grip around my waist could turn me on.

"How could I ignore you, handsome" I say. With a playful tone, but I really am bored.

I'm just not ready to talk to him in that very moment, while there is so much on my mind.

"You do it all the time, Jess" he says. And he's damn right, I am not the talkative type and sometimes he just wants to talk for hours on the phone, and that's not really my thing.

I know what are you all thinking right now. We are together for a year and we don't live together, how does this work?

Well I like staying alone in my own place, rather than have someone to miss around with my things and share with them the same bed. Just the thought makes me shiver.

"Well, I miss you and I want you. I want to touch you and feel your skin on mine. I want to feel like you belong to me" he says, with a soft voice. After I stayed quiet for a few minutes.

His words could take me places I've never been before. At the same time they could make me feel disgusted. I actually have this idea that men are the only animals which their desires increase as they are fed; the only animals that are never satisfied.

"Come over" I order him, with a low voice. Whatever I am feeling now I could never deny that I crave his touch.

"I can't wait to see you, my love" Andrew expresses, he sounds excited and delighted. I hang up on him so I go prepare for his arrival.

I take a quick shower and try not to get lost in my shattered thoughts, after five minutes I turn off the water and get out of the bathroom wrapping my body with a towel.

I go to my room and open my small closet, and my eyes lay on to the most attractive lingerie I have. Actually I just bought them, so he has never seen it on me. Yet.

I wear it, and I put on my perfume; his favorite perfume by the way. And as usual, I begin to fantasize about him looking at me with his menacing blue eyes, while I'm laying on the mattress flat on my back with those hot bra and panties, and he's eyeing me like I am the most precious thing in the world.

Honestly, I really don't care about the world; I just want him to see me as the most important thing in his world and cherish me forever.

But yet, I'm a contradictory person, so I pray every day that he leaves me alone and gets out of my life forever.

Suddenly, a smirk appears on my face when I think that he may suppose I am in love with him, and now I am really laughing at how someone can be that weak-minded.

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