SOPHIA

Waking up this morning feels different compared to other days. I try to stretch and my hand hits someone. The events of last night flood my mind, I'm actually glad I finally got someone I could trust with it.

However, you know that tiny ounce of uncertainty that crosses your mind when you finally open up to a case as sensitive as mine, well it's lurking deep down in my mind. So many what ifs; the scariest of them all is him judging me. I mean, it is something I had no control over but you never could detect the reactions people show with respect to issues as trivial as this.

I carefully untangle myself and quietly go to the bathroom to brush my teeth. I come out and see he is still sleeping. Perfect. I head downstairs, straight to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

As I take off the last bread from the toasting machine, I feel a presence behind me.

"Hello, good morning." His gorgeous self says, with that voice that sends trembling feelings down my spine and to think I slept in his arms.

I just have to control myself because first of all, he is my boss. Secondly, he has a girlfriend and I do not want to complicate matters for myself.

I could feel the atmosphere getting tense, so I turn to face him and smile a little.
"Sorry about last night. Hope I wasn't being so much of a bother." I quickly say, to reduce the brewing tension.

"No, you don't have to apologize. I was actually thinking we could talk more about it." He says, totally taking me off guard.

"I promised to help, and so will I." All I want right now is to run and give him a hug but as usual, I restrain myself. Here I was, scared of being judged for being a stripper when I could have just spoken to him about it. My reaction to him was just a simple nod of my head.

"Alright. Could you describe him?" He asks.

"He's buff and tall, has grey eyes and blonde hair. He has a scar that runs from beneath his eyes, across his nose and stops close to his right ears." I see him visibly tensed and signals for me to stop.

"Repeat that." He says, as if trying to confirm something.

"He's buff and tall..." I repeat.

"No. The last part." He presses.

"Oh. The part about the scar?" I ask, just to be sure. He nods in agreement.

"Alright. He has a scar that starts beneath his eyes, across his nose and stops just before his right ear." I say and watch his reaction. He says nothing but just types something on his phone.

"Do you know his name?" He takes a pause from what he's doing to ask.

"No. He was often referred to as 'The Boss' " I reply, still not understanding why his demeanor changed.

" Come closer, please." As I get closer to him, he shows me a picture on his phone and I gasp. In there, was the man that had changed my life into a worse hell overnight.

"Is this him?" He asks, gently, all I could do was nod my head.

"Alright, let us eat." He says, different emotions cross his face but the most visible one was that of anger.

"How did you get his picture?" I ask, totally confused.

"His name is Trandon and your information just solved the last piece to the puzzle." He says, determination evident in his eyes now, more than ever.

We eat in silence and steal glances at each other occassionally, it was as though we were communicating with our eyes without the need to utter any words. He finishes his food and stands up and places a quick peck on my lips, which takes me off guard, and hurries off, leaving no room for a word from me.

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ANDRÉ

"It's confirmed, he runs an illegal trafficking ring in the guise of a strip club." I say to the guys, that monday as we meet at our secret basement.

"Source?" Lucas asks.

"Sophia, she was almost a victim of trafficking by him." I say, shortly. For a tiny reason, I decided to keep her own story as brief as possible. The main point here was Trandon and he needed to be stopped. 

"Our insider is already preparing the needed documents to implicate him." Lucas assures. We all nod in response, lost in our own thoughts, with no one uttering a word after that.

I stand up from my seat and want towards the in built pool. I take off my shoes and socks then fold up my trousers a little. Sitting just by the edge of the pool and enjoying the soothing sounds of the water waves, my mind wanders back to Sophia and my feelings for her. It took me all the self restraints I had this morning not to grab her into my arms and plant her lips on mine. She looked so innocent and dangerous at the same time, it was sexy. I had been by the kitchen entrance watching her do her thing for a while and she had not noticed.

And then the image of those legs yesterday could not just stop running through my mind. How they would feel wrapped around me, at the mere thought of her, I knew if I did not shut them down, a certain part of my male anatomy would be at the receiving end of the agony but then there's Halle. What do I do about this situation?

My phone rings and I pick it up and look at the screen. Halle, Speak of the devil. She stayed longer than expected  in Sweden.

"Hey, love." She speaks up.

"Hey." I reply.

"Does my baby not miss me? Well, I'm on my way to your house right now, landed in Madrid about ten minutes back." I could hear the happiness in her voice.

"I'm not home now." I say, looking for any excuse to hold her back.

"I can wait besides you have a house keeper who can answer to my needs." She scoffs at the word 'house keeper'.

"Why don't I come over to your place?" I say instead.

"Hmph. Alright, I have alot of things to keep at my place anyway but I'll stay at yours for two days."

"Your wish is my command, Señora." I say, earning a laugh from her. She blows air kisses over the phone and ends the call.

That evening, as I arrived at Halle's apartment, I was greeted by her in a seductive lingerie. She didn't even allow the doors close properly before she launched herself on me. That night, the sex was great but I kept thinking about Sophia. It's unfair but I can't help myself, I think I'm falling for her, if not already fallen.