"You have to seduce him, kiss him, fuck him, and do whatever you can to get the code from him without him knowing your true intentions. Or risk jail terms." After making a mistake in her last operation, Charlotta Garcia Peréz was forced to work as a personal secretary to Bruce Moore, the CEO of LOTEX Group in Los Angeles. Charlotta was on a mission to get a code from Bruce to validate a transaction that had gone wrong in her last mission. She has no idea that Bruce Moore was not the type of man that most people would want to work for. He was demanding, ruthless, and incredibly particular about every aspect of his business. He had a reputation for being a tyrant, and one wrong move could cost your job, and even worse, your reputation. The thought of going against Bruce's wishes was enough to send shivers down anyone's spine. But Charlotta was determined to find a way to get the code from him no matter what it took. Will she succeed? Or will her growing feelings for Bruce Moore make the whole MISSION IMPOSSIBLE?
CHARLOTTA
His lips moved to the crook of my neck and I let out a sultry moan, shoving my breast closer to his face. He grasped and squeezed them tightly as if they were some kind of an orange juice.
"Take these off," he yapped, tugging at the cuff of my shirt, trying to yank it over my head. I whined and held up my hands to make it easier for him and in one swift move he pulled it off and then went ahead to unhook my bra letting my boobs fall out freely.
"It's all yours mi amor," I droned, knowing I didn't have the biggest of tits but I was proud of my body and the way he was staring at them had me feeling both sweet and desired at the same time.
His lips clinched to my left nipple before I could yelp, he swapped and robbed his tongue to the right, biting it gently before smooching down to my naked abdomen. He stopped by the strap of my jeans and looked up at me. Shortly after, my jeans along with my panties were flung to one side of the room with my legs spreading out on the bed.
"Fuck you," I scowled, gripping the sheets tightly as he tickled my clit with his thumb while his other fingers moved at the most satisfying pace in and out of my wet vulva.
Then he moved on to undo his belt, taking his jeans off all the way down his limbs with his Tommy Hillfiger shorts going next. "Do you have a condom?" he cussed and his eyes darted around my naked body frantically when I shook my head.
"No... I had forgotten to get one at the mart," I lied as the voice in my head started telling me this isn't part of the plan. My mission had been to get him dozed and wipe his company's account. Returning to his apartment was not part of the plan, and fucking him was definitely not part of it either.
He looked skeptical for a second before moving his head out of my thigh, kissing me gently all the way to my lips. "Mmmm," I moaned as I tasted his tongue on mine. He pulled back down and started sucking on my nipples again. Then I knew this was the opportunity I had been waiting for all night. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I swiftly sedated him before he could catch on to my plan.
He rolled onto his back beside me, when the effect of the meds settled in. I remained motionless for a few more minutes, until I was sure he had dozed off. When his breathing steadied, I quickly got up from the bed and started scouring around the room, looking for the main thing that made me hook up with him in the first place. Luckily enough, his iPod was on the table next to the bed. I picked it up carefully and turned it on. Then, I found the bank app and opened it. I knew what I was looking for - his company's account. I tapped on it and typed in the sum of $10.81 billion, the company's net worth I wanted to send to our syndicate account. After I double-checked everything, I pressed the button to wire the money.
When the job was done I bent down to get my clothes, I slid my panties and jeans on before putting on my bra and then my shirt before sneaking out of the room. In a matter of hours he would wake up and forget that I was ever in his apartment, that's what the meds do to them.
***
It was past midnight when I got to my flat, I unlocked the door and walked inside, tossing my purse on the couch. I glanced at the half-filled bottle of whiskey on the table, biting my bottom lip before taking it and gulping down what was left in it.
My name is Charlotta Garcia PĂ©rez, a 21-year-old, 5'6", Mexican-American brunette. I'm a hooker, but not your regular type of hooker. I'm a femme fatale, working for the infamous Black-Hearts syndicate here in LA. Judge me all you want; I was no saint. I left the honest me in the past after my parents died. I was abandoned by those who were closest to family. I hid within me the battle between the wild and the polite girl, until I met Don-Diego, the head of the Black Heart Syndicate. He helped me, and in return, I have to work for him. Don-Diego was the one who picked who my target was and what my mission would be.
Most nights, I was out hooking up with wealthy men, and while their hands were a little too busy exploring my body, I got to swipe their credit cards. It was what I was doing tonight too, except that this time we targeted a company, not just any company but LOTEX, one of the richest groups in LA.
I hurriedly took a shower to get rid of the sex scent on my body and made my way to my bedroom. Immediately I flopped onto the bed, my phone began ringing and my boss was the one calling. He was calling for my update on the mission. "Mission accomplished," I informed him as soon as I picked up.
"What in the seven hells have you done, Charlotta?" Diego yelled, sounding irritated. I could imagine the anger on his face.
"I don't understand," I inquired nervously, trying to comprehend the seriousness in his response.
"You screwed up the whole plan by hooking up with the wrong guy, and you forgot to input the code to finalize the transaction. You've put not only yourself but the entire operation in jeopardy. Now, you have to correct your mistake to keep the trail off our back or risk jail terms," he bashed.
Shit! In my rush, I had forgotten that I needed to input a code to validate the transaction. My mind raced as I thought about what I was going to do next.
"From the information I got from our man inside, only one man knows the code, which is Bruce Moore, the CEO of LOTEX Group and it takes six months or at most three before LOTEX Group refreshes their account information. I think that would buy you enough time to get in and get the code from him."
"You can't expect me to work in a company. I told you that last night would be the last time I would be doing your dirty work for you. I fucking want to be the girl my parents would have wanted me to be," my voice was trembling slightly as I spoke.
There was a pause on the other end of the line before Diego continued, "I know that, Charlotta, but there's nothing I can do considering you brought this upon the whole team. Only you can fix it. Your target is Bruce, and your mission would be to apply as his personal secretary. When he accepts you, get him to trust you. You have to seduce him, kiss him, fuck him and do whatever you can to get the code from him which will be used to bypass the system and validate the transaction. Our man inside will help you fix an interview with him tomorrow at 9:00 AM. Make sure you will be there because he will be expecting you," he concluded and hung up.
I bit my index finger, realizing the mess I'd gotten myself into. Staring into the dim light of my bedroom, my heart was racing but now is not the time to fret; I have another mission on the way, and my target this time was the CEO of LOTEX Group himself.
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