Guarded by desire: Meeting agent Weller

/Jane's pov/

Sweet sixteen is a day that every young lady should cherish as a memorable occasion in her life. Moreover, in some cultures, it is regarded as the beginning of the woman's initiation into womanhood. My sixteenth birthday was anything but sweet; it felt more like the beginning of the descent into hell on Earth.

My dreams came crashing down on March 12, and my life was thrown into a downward spiral of pain, grief, and terror as a result. My sixteenth birthday left an indelible mark on me and marked the beginning of a series of events that I would see over and over in my nightmares for the rest of my life.

Right now, I was standing outside club Ozone in the freezing cold of the night, waiting to be let in – completely unaware that I was about to embark on a traumatic ordeal. As a result of the ridiculously high heels that I was wearing, I was already experiencing pain in the balls of my feet.

As the cool breeze whipped around me, my little black dress began to billow around my thighs, which I found quite amusing. Sam Roberts, my perfect boyfriend, was rubbing my arms, trying to get me to warm up a little bit. We'd been waiting in line for the club for nearly an hour and were finally quite close to the front of the queue.

"Sam, I'm not sure this is going to work out for you. "Perhaps we should just go see a movie or something?" I said it in hushed tones, my gaze fixed on the doorman, who was looking at the line suspiciously.

"Jane, I'm confident that it will work. As a result of your request, I'm taking you to a nightclub for your birthday," he said, cupping his chilly hands around my face in response.

When I looked at him, my heart stutteringly pounded. Every fiber of my being swooned over this young man. He was kind, loving, caring, generous, thoughtful, and, let's not forget, he was also very attractive. Each and every girl's fantasy came true when he appeared with his short blond hair and sparkling blue eyes.

Literally. Every girl I knew was head over heels in love with my boyfriend, but he'd only ever had eyes for me the entire time. The two of us had first met when we were five years old. During the first encounter I had with him, he formally asked me to be his girlfriend, and we had been together ever since.

He was everything to me, and I knew we would be together for the rest of our lives. We already had everything planned out – finishing high school, going to college, and then Sam would pursue his dream of becoming a doctor, while I would pursue my dream of becoming an artist. We were going to get married and start a family eventually. Perfect.

Sam asked me what I wanted to do for my birthday three months ago, and I told him that I could do anything I wanted anywhere in the world, and he said that we would do it. So I made the decision to go out to a club, and then I wanted to stay at a hotel where we could have our first experience with a sexual encounter.

After three months of planning and scheming, we were finally able to persuade our parents to allow us to stay out with them. Sam had procured for us both a fictitious identification card, and I was giddy with excitement that I could hardly keep it together.

Once we got here, in the freezing cold, surrounded by half-drunk people, all I wanted to do was return to the hotel and have him run his hands over my body to warm me up, and then we'd finally be together in a physical sense again.

My stomach clenched in anticipation as I raised my smile to meet his. He reciprocated with a smile and kissed me on the lips. I melted in his presence. When Sam kissed me, I felt incredible, as if my heart was racing and as if I was the luckiest girl on the face of the planet. A small smile tugged at the corners of my mouth as his hands made their way down to my ass and gently squeezed it.

When he pulled back from the kiss, he grinned at me as he did so. In the dim light of the street lights, his eyes glowed. "I'm madly in love with you, Jane."

My heart pounded once more, and goosebumps appeared all over my body as a result. I adored the sound of those three words coming out of his mouth; even after all these years, I was still not accustomed to hearing them.

And I meant it when I said, "I love you, too." I adored him more than anything else in the world. Once again, he kissed me and pulled my body closer to his chest.

A light tap on my shoulder caused me to jump and break up with my partner.

Behind me, I heard a male voice say, "Hello."

When I turned around, there was a young man, probably in his twenties, standing there. He wasn't in the line of people waiting to get into the club; instead, he was on the other side of the ropes, watching the proceedings. He had a good-looking face, with nicely styled dark brown hair and brown eyes, and he was quite attractive.

His broad shoulders were concealed by a sleek, black, button-down shirt, which he'd paired with black pants and shoes that appeared to be extremely expensive. He was taking his time to examine me.

It was "er, hi," I said, a sweet smile on my face as I tried to be friendly in case he worked here. He wasn't alone; two other men stood behind him, supporting him.

"My name is John," the brown-haired gentleman introduced himself, extending his hand for me to shake.

"Jane." I put my hand in his and gave him a polite shake. In fact, he didn't let go, instead, pulling me closer to him and away from Sam.

"I can get you in right away if you don't want to wait in the cold," he said, a smile on his face. My insides were bursting with excitement at the prospect of being admitted to the club. I turned to face Sam, who was frowning angrily and glaring at my hand, which the guy was still clutching in his.

"Yeah? That would be fantastic! When I said, "It's freezing out here," I meant it, and I tried not to jump up and down on the spot because I was so excited.

John burst out laughing. "Come on, Jane," the narrator says. He nodded to one of the people that he was with, and they unclipped the rope immediately, allowing me to step out of the line without being caught.

I reached back and took Sam's hand in my own, a grin on my face.

"Er, Princess, your boy isn't invited," John said, sneering at Sam as if he were some sort of creature into which he'd just walked.

Confusion had descended upon me. "What? "I was under the impression you could get us in."

He finally released my hand and took a few steps back. "I told you I'd be able to get you in. "We don't require any additional spectators." He jerked his chin towards Sam, his brows furrowed in irritation as he said this.

I scowled vehemently. What a jerk you are! He'd interrupted me and Sam while we were making out, but he assumed I'd accompany him into the club and leave Sam outside? "All right, thanks, but I'm with my boyfriend right now." I was under the impression you were referring to both of us. Sorry." When the other guy's hand was taken out of mine, I clipped the rope back to the ring and wrapped my arms around the love of my life, glaring at John, I was ready to fight.

John shrugged his shoulders. "Put on your best clothes. "Perhaps you'll save me from having to dance." He looked at me with a smirk before turning and walking straight into the club.

"You're such a jerk!" I snorted as I watched him reappear into thin air. Sam laughed, and the sound of his laughter instantly dissipated all of my rages. "Can you tell me what's so funny?" I inquired a smile on my face towards him.

"Isn't it true that you just can't help yourself? Guys fall for you without even trying because you have a magnetic personality." He grinned as he wrapped his arms around me, bringing me closer to his body and pulling me closer to him.

It must be my irresistible charm, I thought as I fluttered my eyelashes.

He teased, hesitantly running his hands over the back of my legs. "Either that or your incredible legs," I teased. As I pulled him down to kiss me once more, I slapped his chest with a playful slap.

After another half an hour or so, we were finally ushered into the club without any issues or complications. The doorman didn't even bother to look at our identification. I jumped up and down, squealing with delight, as soon as we walked through the door.

"Wow, this is fantastic!" I screamed, grabbing his hand, and dragging him to the dance floor right then and there. The music was playing at such a high volume that you could almost feel the vibrations through the ground.

After a couple of songs, he leaned in close to my ear and said, "Let's get a drink." As soon as I nodded, he took my hand in his and led me to the bar. We had a quick drink and then immediately returned to the dance floor, losing ourselves in the beat of the loud music once more.

While he was talking to me, he had one hand on my backside, which made me feel bothered and hot. Immediately after, I tangled my hands in his hair and kissed him with everything I had left in me. The fact that we'd only been inside for an hour had made me eager to leave. The club was fantastic, but what I really wanted was what we had planned for the following night – a night with him in his company.

John shrugged his shoulders. "Put on your best clothes. "Perhaps you'll save me from having to dance." He looked at me with a smirk before turning and walking straight into the club.

"You're such a jerk!" I snorted as I watched him reappear into thin air. Sam laughed, and the sound of his laughter instantly dissipated all of my rages. "Can you tell me what's so funny?" I inquired a smile on my face towards him.

"Isn't it true that you just can't help yourself? Guys fall for you without even trying because you have a magnetic personality." He grinned as he wrapped his arms around me, bringing me closer to his body and pulling me closer to him.

It must be my irresistible charm, I thought as I fluttered my eyelashes.

He teased, hesitantly running his hands over the back of my legs. "Either that or your incredible legs," I teased. As I pulled him down to kiss me once more, I slapped his chest with a playful slap.