Let me show you!

The only problem about all this was that She's an assassin and the organization that hired me was a private government task force that kills anyone that seems like a threat to them. I wasn't allowed to quit the job and they gave me no reason to by stuffing my account with an incredible amount of sums that carried a lot of zeros.

Secrecy was very important and the organization made sure that I kept it by frequently reminding me about what they were capable of. I did my job and buried my head in the sand so that I wouldn't be involved in anything that would jeopardize my safety.

Despite being an assassin, I couldn't bring myself to hate Susan cause she was being used by the organization as a weapon and they were using her mental state to their advantage. I hated what they were doing to her cause she wasn't aware of what was good or bad; she was just a puppet in all this.

Many times, I wished there was a way I could help her out and get her out of this place. Susan might be an assassin, but she's sweet in her way, and she deserves a normal life. The day will come when she'll no longer be of any use to the organization and I would hate to see how they decide her fate cause it's

obvious that she would be killed so that she would be a liability or a loose end.

So presently, I was in my room, lying on my bed, thinking about Susan. For some reason, I just couldn't get her off my mind; maybe it was because of the way she dressed this evening when I was counseling her.

I've also realized how she's been reacting towards me whenever I'm around, 'Could it be that...?'

Nah! It can't be, and besides, who in his right mind would date an assassin, especially a crazy one? At that moment, I got a call from my friend and former client Oscar.

Oscar and I met back when I was working at my former therapy organization. He was a client of mine suffering from depression. He threatened to commit suicide but I was able to convince him not to and also showed him how good life was and the opportunity that came with it. After fighting off his depression, Oscar was now a new man with a better life.

"Is something wrong?" I asked Oscar, from the phone since he kept mute from his end.

"No... Nothing." He muttered.

"Come on man, I know there's something you want to tell me. Just say it or hang up the phone." I insisted. Knowing Oscar he wouldn't call you if he didn't have something important to tell you.

(Sigh!) Oscar heaved before speaking. "I saw your girl Mekella making out with some guy in a car. I'm sorry." He apologized.

"No problem, I already know about her cheating schemes. I'm done with the Bitch."

"That's awful. Why would she do this to you? Did you get in a fight with her?" Oscar asked feeling concerned.

"It doesn't matter now. Forget her." I replied. "Sorry, but I'm not in the mood right now. Goodbye." I ended the call before Oscar could say anything and after that, I switched off my phone and stretched myself on the bed.

Suddenly, the lights in my room went off unexpectedly, it was awkward cause there was light in my neighbor's house. So I got out of bed and went to check the fuse socket outside my house.

As soon as I got to the place, I saw the fuse lying on the ground. I looked around the place for some seconds to see if there was anybody, but there was nobody in sight.

Afterward, I took the fuse and placed it back into the socket, and the lights were back on. I headed back into the house and went straight to my bedroom to sleep but as soon as I got there, I met an unexpected visitor.

"Whoa! Susan... How did you... What are you... When did you... Why are you here?" I unleashed multiple questions at her all at once.

"Relax. I won't bite. This is quite a nice place you have here." Susan said taking a stroll inside my room, before taking a sit on my bed.

At first, I thought I was dreaming! I had to pinch myself a dozen times to ensure what I was seeing was real. Here was Susan, my client, and an assassin from a dangerous government agency, in my bedroom, sitting on my bed, looking so hot and sexy.

She looked different from when I last saw her hours ago. The clothes she wore now were a body hug shirt that was too small for her size and black skin-tight jeans that were just too tight on her; she was no different from being naked; every angle of her body was just waiting to burst out of the fabric she was wearing.

All I could do was stare at her unstop, wondering how she got out of her containment chamber unnoticed; what surprised me the most was how she knew my house.

"Uhm... Can I get you something to drink?" I offered.

"No. I don't need a drink." She answered.

I was still curious to know more about how Susan managed to achieve such so I continued with my questioning. "So what brings you here? How did you know my house?"

"Easy. GPS" She giggled as she gave me a reply. "The organization keeps track of your movements. They see or hear everything you do except when you're in the house."

"How come?" I asked, shocked.

"One of your neighbors, he works for the organization. His job is to keep an eye on you just in case you try to do anything funny." (Laughs)

"So that means he knows you're here?" I asked, fear was beginning to grip me from where I stood.

"No silly. He doesn't! I knocked him out with a tranquilizer. He should be fine in the morning. I've disabled all devices he might be using to spy on you." Susan replied. "I came to see you."

"Why?" I asked hurriedly. Every second Susan spent in my house meant I was signing my death warrant.

"Let me show you." At that moment, Susan stood up and then approached me, as soon as she got close to me she yanked

and threw me on the bed effortlessly. Seeing her display of strength, I knew that I was in for a long haul.