Distracted

The weight of the mission was suffocating. The plan was simple enough infiltrate the island's party, gather intel, and take out the arms dealer. But nothing about it felt simple anymore.

My hands were still shaking from the last operation, and I wasn't sure if it was the adrenaline or the memories of Kirk's touch that were making it so hard to focus.

The night I had spent with Kirk and Luke kept haunting me, invading my thoughts at the worst moments. Their eyes, their hands, the way they seemed to know exactly how to make me feel like I was both in control and utterly powerless.

It wasn't supposed to be like this. I was trained to shut out distractions, to keep my mind sharp and clear. But the more I thought about it, the more I realized how much of me had already been lost to them.

I'd gotten the intel, or at least part of it. The shipment was scheduled to leave the island tonight, and I had to be there when it did. But even as I walked toward the meeting point, the weight of their presence was heavy on me.

The club was alive, filled with people, flashing lights, and pulsing music. It was easy to blend in. To disappear into the crowd. But I wasn't here to dance. I wasn't here to enjoy the view. I was here for one reason, to finish this mission.

I adjusted my dress, trying to ignore the way my skin tingled where Kirk's touch had lingered. I didn't have time for this. I couldn't afford to be distracted. Not by them. Not by anything.

My contact was waiting in a private area of the club, the space tucked away from the main floor. I could feel my heart racing, my palms slick with sweat as I moved through the crowd. The plan was simple, meet, exchange information, and get out.

But just as I reached the door, I froze.

Kirk.

Standing by the bar, his gaze sweeping over the crowd, his body language predatory. His eyes locked onto mine the second I entered the room, and it was like the air in the club shifted.

His presence was suffocating, magnetic, and I couldn't look away. Even from across the room, I could feel the pull of him.

I swallowed hard, trying to push the feelings back down. The mission came first. The mission was my focus.

But I was already too deep.

I stepped into the private area where my contact was waiting. He wasn't the one I'd been expecting.

I had planned on meeting Sebastian Kline, but instead, it was a man I didn't recognize. His dark eyes scanned me, his expression cold.

"Who are you?" I asked, my voice sharp, masking the nervousness I felt.

"I was sent in Kline's place. We don't have much time," the man replied, his voice low. "We've got a problem. The shipment's being delayed. There's been a change in plans."

I nodded, trying to mask my frustration. "Where's the shipment going? I need to know now."

"Not here," the man said, his voice tight with urgency. "Follow me. We'll talk in private."

As I followed him through the winding corridors, my mind was still on Kirk. His eyes were still burning into me, even from this distance. Every time I tried to focus, his presence pulled me back.

I hated how much I wanted to go to him. To give in to whatever he was offering. But I had a mission to complete.

The man stopped in front of a door and looked at me. "We don't have much time," he repeated, unlocking the door and motioning for me to enter.

I stepped inside, my body tense, every nerve on edge. But the moment I turned around, and I knew I wasn't alone anymore.

"Kirk," I breathed, my voice betraying the shock I felt seeing him standing there, leaning casually against the wall, as though he hadn't just been watching me like a hawk.

His lips curled into a slow, deliberate smile. "Did you think you could get away that easily, Sophie?"

I tried to ignore the way his presence made my stomach flip, how his voice felt like it was wrapping around me, pulling me closer.

"This isn't your business," I said, trying to regain some control. I stepped forward, but he didn't move. "You're not part of the plan."

"Funny, because I think I'm exactly where I need to be," he replied smoothly, taking a slow step toward me. His eyes never left mine. "You can't pretend you don't feel it, Sophie. You can't pretend you don't need me."

My heart skipped a beat. I wanted to deny it, to tell him he was wrong, but the words caught in my throat.

"I'm not here for you," I whispered, trying to steady my breathing.

He took another step, his chest now just inches from mine. "Then finish it, Sophie," he murmured, his voice a soft command. "But you won't leave here without me."

I opened my mouth to respond, but the words didn't come. Instead, I felt my body responding to him, the weight of his words pulling me closer, inch by inch. I didn't want to want him. But I did.

Kirk reached up, his hand gently brushing my cheek, his thumb tracing the edge of my jaw. His touch was light, almost tender, but it sent a jolt of heat through me. His lips brushed mine, a soft tease that left me aching for more.

"Tell me you don't want this," he whispered, his lips brushing my ear. "Tell me you don't need me."

I couldn't. I didn't. Not when everything in me screamed otherwise.

His hand slid down my back, pulling me closer until there was no space between us. "You're mine, Sophie. Whether you like it or not."

I felt my body react to him, despite every logical thought in my mind telling me to resist. This was wrong. This was dangerous.

And then, just as I thought I might finally give in, a voice echoed from behind us.

"Am I interrupting?"

Luke's voice was cold, filled with amusement and malice. I snapped my eyes open to find him standing behind us, a smug grin on his face as he watched the scene unfold.

Kirk stepped back, his jaw clenching, but the tension in the air didn't dissipate. If anything, it thickened.

"You've got a lot of nerve showing up here," I said, my voice tight with frustration.

I didn't need Luke's interference, not now.

"Oh, I'm just here for the show," Luke replied, his gaze flickering between us, taking in the way Kirk and I were standing so close. "I had to see it for myself."

"Go away, Luke," Kirk growled, his hands tightening into fists at his sides. "This isn't your business."

Luke shrugged, not at all fazed by the tension.

"Everything's my business, Kirk. You know that." His eyes locked on me. "I think we're far from finished, don't you, Sophie?"

His words hung in the air, like a promise and a threat rolled into one. My heart raced again, this time from fear. The game had just gotten even more dangerous, and I wasn't sure how much longer I could survive it.

But I had no choice. I was already too deep.

"You don't control me, Luke," I said, trying to keep my voice steady, even as the chaos swirled around me.

He raised an eyebrow. "Maybe not yet."

I didn't have time for this. I turned to Kirk, frustration bubbling in my chest. "I'm done. I'm finishing this mission. And I'm leaving."