The Agent’s Badboy

“What do you mean we’re going to Paris?”

“Well, I need you away from that nosy neighbor of yours…” he said eating his sandwich breakfast.

They were having their meal in the privacy of his outdoor balcony looking over the Olympic size pool. Karla was taking notes on how many guards there were on the lookout on the west side of his mansion.

“Karla, will you stop counting my men? you’re asking a question and you’re not even listening to me.”

“Awww… is the sexy tattooed drug lord hungry for my attention already?” she got up from her chair and takes a seat on his lap.

Karla was wearing his shirt and her white cotton panties with her matching white cotton tank top underneath the shirt. Her naked thighs were exposed and he was taking in the view appreciatively.

“You’re too delicious for my taste, you should know this by now.”

“You know they have conjugal visits right? I can visit you behind bars.”

He chuckled at her persistence to get him locked up, he ate his last bite and let her trail her hands to his tattooed chest while secretly peeking to his side and counting his other men who were staying on guard to the other side.

“Aren’t you hungry?”

“I don’t usually have a big breakfast. Just coffee, then straight to brunch and sometimes lunch. I don’t usually have time for breakfast.”

“Well, you have time now.” He said putting the sweet grape into her mouth. She smiled and bite the grape then put her lips on his and open her mouth letting him have a taste of the sweet fruit. Then she took another grape and put it on his mouth and kiss him and let their tongue-tied as she takes in the taste and giggles in between their kisses.

“I like having breakfast with you,” she took a strawberry and licked his lip when it dripped to the corner of his mouth.

He chuckled and put his hand to her thigh, while his other hand was to her small waist.

“But seriously, why are we going to Paris? you go, I’ll stay here.”

“I want to have more sex with you.”

“Yeah? what’s the difference between doing it there and here?”

“Karla, you need to learn to listen.”

“What? I’m listening.” But her eyes would go back to look at his men on the yard, she was actually studying the interval of their morning rotation.

He sighed and carry her back inside purposely limiting her view to his men. She pursed her lips but stay quiet.

“It’s the weekend, I was thinking of taking you to my little vineyard, just outside of Paris.”

“Why do you have a vineyard outside of Paris? why not here, in this country? what’s wrong with the land here?”

“You are one weird agent aren’t you?”

“Why? it’s a valid question.”

“Well, I guess just because I can, and mostly to impress the women.”

“Hmm… I’m not impressed. Why would that fact impress a woman?”

“Okay, how about this. What if you go with me, and I will tell you about a certain shipment that’s about to go down in the next two weeks.”

“That might impress me, how big is it?”

He smirked looking at her. Then told her about the gun shipment that he knows was going to happen.

That afternoon they flew straight to Paris, she didn’t even ask how he was dealing with her passport. But they went through a security check after his men and it was smoothly done.

And she knows it was how they travel, under the radar. They probably have some drugs in their flight but that would probably just some small shipments. And at that time she was focussing on the most important issue, his vineyard. It could be one of his hideouts, how many more does he have and where?

Her shoulder was wrapped under his possessive arm when they finally arrived at the vineyard. She has been to Paris a couple of times for a job, never took in the view, always thought it’s too overrated.

But he was right, his vineyard was there to impress women. The double gates guarded by his men open up to an impressive couple minutes drive to the house entrance. And when she saw it she looked at him, he was already smirking knowing that she too was impressed by the view. It was a majestic-looking villa, the rustic french countryside feel was evident.

“You’re having fun aren’t you?” she squinted her eyes at him.

“Maybe,” he said pulling her closer and kissing her temple softly.

Within the next few minutes they get off of his sleek black SUV, she looked at two other black SUVs with the same model and make. She made a note to question him later on trying not to appear too obvious. But he knows her too well already when he told him that he would have guests over, his dad would invite people here a couple of years back before he was killed in a deadly shootout.

Yegor slipped the information knowing that she was well below her rank to mess with his operation. He had all of the top-ranked superiors in her agency paid off and some were even threatened to not touch his operation.

And he would agree to their agreement that they would confiscate his shipment once every couple of months just to show the public that they’re doing their job and that Yegor would keep everything under the radar and not get greedy.

Though Karla did manage to slip under his radar and managed to bust his previous shipment. But he was not mad at her, he was actually proud. Though he had his intel at her office transferred to some dingy office corner and never see the light of day.

He couldn’t exactly kill a government official, not if he wants all his paid agents working like little bees for his long-term plan. At his age, he had learned from his dad’s mistakes and befriended the officials instead.

The air was getting colder and the evening sky was falling down the beautiful countryside horizon. Karla was taking in the view when she was shown around and they reached the poolside of his french countryside villa which looked more like a mansion.

But instead of looking at a manicured garden, his pool view was breathtakingly beautiful as it shows the vast beautiful vineyard.

“Okay, I might be impressed. But I’m still hungry.” She said looking at the view while caressing his hands that wrapped around her waist.

He laughed softly and turned her to face him then put his hand to her slender neck. She melts under his kisses and wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him down as she was wanting more of him.

That evening both were feeling more of each other, wanting more when their kisses get intense quickly. Up until someone clears her throat telling the couple that they have an audience.

“Ah, Margot. Let me introduce you to Karla.” He kissed her hair and waited until the older woman came to them.

“Karla, this is Margot. She’s the lady of this villa. She takes care of everything here, including me.”NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

It was another side of him that she had never seen. His smile turned boyish, once the older woman rubbed his shoulder and patted his cheek lovingly. They portray the closeness of how a mom to a son would, and she explained to Karla that she used to be his nanny.

“Oh…” that was all she could say. Growing up in an orphanage, she never grasped the love of a motherly or fatherly figure. All she ever got close to was being molested, thankfully Luka and some older boys there were always taking care of the younger kids.

“Come inside, I have dinner already prepared. Darko said he’d take me back …”

The older woman said as she ushers them to the dining room where a french traditional dinner for two was already served. Yegor thanked Margot and kissed her cheek lovingly, that night all his drug lord aura was gone and all she sees was a man with french roots that she never know he has.

“Karla?”