Doing A Favor

When my muscles finally stop moving and my buddy finishes spilling his juice, I pull out of her cave, remove the condom—now filled with my sperm—tie it up tightly, and toss it into the trash bin under the nightstand.

It was good. Excellent, actually, considering it was her first time. She must be exhausted. My endurance is average, I believe, but she is definitely the quick-orgasm type. She came at least three times in a single session.

I press a gentle kiss to her lips. She doesn't respond.

Slipping on my boxers, I head to her bathroom for a quick shower. When I come back out, I have a warm, wet hand towel. I prefer to clean up after a session. You know… keep things hygienic.

I wipe her body carefully, making sure not to wake her. She stirs slightly, letting out a soft moan when I clean between her legs.

Once she's fresh, I return to the bathroom to rinse the towel, then go back to bed. I lie down with my back facing her. I plan to stay the night—to protect…

A warm kiss lands on my neck, followed by a hand teasing my buddy.

"Ready for round two?" she whispers playfully.

I kiss her, and she responds hungrily.

"Wait… wait…" I reluctantly pull away and stop her hands from grabbing me. "There won't be a round two. At least not tonight," I say with genuine regret.

"But… why?" she asks, confused.

"I only brought one condom. Unless you have some here?"

She blinks, then glares at me.

"Of course I don't!" she snaps, looking slightly offended.

"As I expected." I steal a quick kiss before pulling away. "Then we should just sleep. Besides, tomorrow is a workday."

She huffs, grabs the blanket to cover her chest, and turns her back to me. I smirk at her childish reaction, choosing to ignore it as I settle in to sleep.

"Then why are you still here?" she suddenly asks just as I'm about to drift off.

"What?" I open my eyes. She's staring at me with sharp, narrowed eyes.

"If you don't want a second round, why are you still here? You're done with your business, aren't you? You can go."

I fall silent. I can't tell her the truth, of course. I sigh, about to explain that I stayed because I didn't want her to feel like she was just used for my needs. But before I can speak…

"Or… are you waiting for your payment? I'm sorry. I thought you…"

"Would do it for free?" I cut her off. "Of course not. What, you think I slept with you because I was attracted to you? Come on, lady… I was just doing you a favor."

"What favor?"

"Taking your virginity, of course."

Her eyes widen with rage.

"What??"

"Obviously, no one else wanted to take it, so I helped you out. You didn't expect me to do that for free, did you?"

She shoots out of bed, gripping the blanket around her chest as she storms out of the room. Her bare, perfectly shaped ass disappears around the corner. A moment later, she returns with her purse in hand.

"Okay! How much?!" she snaps.

I smirk.

"How much do you have on hand?"

She rifles through her purse. "Twelve-fifty," she says. Quite a lot of cash for her to be carrying.

"I'm in a good mood, so a thousand will be enough," I say coolly.

Without hesitation, she grabs the money and holds it out to me.

I take my time getting dressed, buttoning my shirt and slipping on my pants at a leisurely pace. She still stands by the bedroom door, money clutched in her hand.

Once I'm dressed, I walk up to her, take the cash from her fingers, and press a quick kiss to the corner of her lips before she can move away.

"Call me when you need company, okay, Jen?" I whisper.

"I'm not sure I need you. Now that I'm no longer a virgin, I have plenty of options to try out," she replies.

I smile at her, then leave.

The moment I shut her apartment door, my smile vanishes. I crumple the money in my fist and toss it into a trash bin on my way out of the building.

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"I prefer to speak in private, Mr. Chekhovsky," Mr. Liam, one of Mr. Chekhovsky's guests, says in a low voice, throwing a wary glance at me and the three other bodyguards.

"We're already alone, Mr. Liam," Mr. Chekhovsky responds, unfazed. "Them? They don't leave my side, not even an inch, when I have a guest." He waves dismissively. "Don't worry. They won't hear a word."

He turns to me and gives a subtle signal. I nod.

"Deaf mode," I command the others as I put in my earpiece. The device instantly blasts loud music into my ears, cutting off all external noise.

I keep my expression neutral as heavy metal pounds through my skull. My eyes remain locked on Mr. Liam's lips, carefully reading his words.

Mr. Liam reports that several weapons are missing from the last shipment. The stolen ones happen to be semi-biological weapons they smuggled alongside legal military-grade firearms. Obviously, reporting it to the police isn't an option.

He claims the weapons were already missing upon arrival. Mr. Liam was the first to receive and inspect the shipment.

Mr. Chekhovsky is not pleased. His hand slams against the table.

Mr. Liam quickly reassures him that he has some suspects and is conducting his own private investigation to track down the thief.

After a tense pause, Mr. Chekhovsky finally nods, seemingly convinced. He raises his hand—a signal for us to remove our earpieces.

Then he turns to me. "Escort Mr. Liam safely to his car," he orders.

I nod and comply.

With me following closely behind him, Mr. Liam makes his way toward his car, wiping sweat from his forehead. He mutters to himself, sounding relieved. "I thought he'd react much worse to the news… I was expecting a full-blown rage…"

I simply smile, offering no response.

As soon as he reaches his car, I draw my gun and aim it at his chest.

"Sorry," I say, my voice steady. "I'm just doing my boss a favor."

Then I pull the trigger.

A single bullet stops his heart