3. Warning

Even Alex wanted to forget the woman who betrayed her. But she made him think of Celine again.

"O-oh?!" Irene shouted in panic, but the shout sounded so melodious and seductive in Alex's ears that the man didn't realize that Irene spilled wine on his pants.

"I-I'm sorry, sir."

Irene squatted under Alex to clean the man's pants while fumbling with her bare hands. Instantly, the woman closed her eyes to see more clearly the memory of Alex. Irene could also see the smoldering relationship between Alex and Celine that unconsciously made her movements more sensual because she was tempted by what she saw.

The swearing stopped in Alex's throat as his gaze fell on the sexiest woman he had ever seen.

F^ck! I want her under me.

Alex couldn't take it anymore. He moved his hand to touch Irene's thick, full lips until she woke up and opened her eyes. Somewhat startled, she managed to control it. They teased each other with their gazes.

"I can't help it," Alex whispered, caressing her face as he looked down, giving Irene goosebumps.

Alex then kissed the side of Irene's neck. Unfortunately, this time Irene was tempted because he was so sexy that she couldn't resist.

Irene moved first. She pulled Alex's jaw and crushed the man's lips, giving him a small bite. Alex grinned. He was so impressed with Irene that he returned the kiss with a burning lust as he lifted Irene's writhing body in his arms.

Alex sat her down on the bar table as he took off his shirt, mesmerizing Irene with his athletic body. As Alex growled, he opened Irene's thighs and caressed them until she let out an erotic sigh.

The tip of Alex's tongue played on her twitching clitoris as Irene's body continued to writhe sexily.

Steve, who had returned from the bathroom earlier, was speechless. He widened his eyes at the sight.

"Yeah... it's better than him going crazy over Celine.” Frozen and watching the madness of the two, Steve eventually chose to walk away.

Gosh, usually with every mission, Irene was never too late. She rarely enjoyed it. But this time, holy shit. Even so, Irene still tried to stay focused on her goal, even though it was very difficult.

Then Irene let out a stifled squeal as her body jerked. Then, Alex wildly climbed on top, nuzzling her neck. Just as the sigh escaped Irene's lips, it immediately turned into a choked scream as Alex choked her.

"Who are you?!"

"Argh..."

Damn it, Irene was trapped this time.

"Wh-what do you mean?" Irene tried to speak with very little energy left. But she struggled to release the strangulation.

"Who are you working for, you bitch!"

"No one!"

Pow!

Irene kicked Alex in the core. As strong as a man can be, he can't take it when it's kicked.

"I'm working part-time."

Still whimpering, Alex wanted to reply. But women were not his opponents. He just held back even though his emotions were running high.

In the end, Jonathan straightened his shirt. "I won't touch a bitch like you!"

"You started it!" Irene woke up with a business card thrown in her face.

"Under my name, there's my secretary's number. You can call her to ask for a payment," Alex said as he walked away.

While Irene was just stunned on the spot cursing herself for being so stupid. Irene should have known about the man's cunning but she was too caught up in his admittedly delicious game. Irene's hands clenched so tightly that the business card became shapeless.

"Are we done?" surprised Steve when Alex came downstairs.

"Come on, we have a meeting soon, right?"

Steve couldn't hide his smile. "But at least you're excited, right?"

The piercing look in Alex's eyes was an answer. Even Steve understood and hurried to follow his friend to the car.

"What, is that girl a spy?!" gasped Steve as the car kept moving.

"My feelings are never wrong."

"Hey! But you're human, too. You can be wrong." Steve made another possibility. "Besides, you might have forgotten what it's almost like to play with them."

Alex shook his head firmly while scavenging for hypotheses. "The real bitch isn't like her." He looked at Steve. "The real bitch is very slutty. But she has more fun."

"Therefore, we need defense. Don't let your guard down," Alex added. "It's a good thing I quickly realized myself. She could have played me further."

Irene was seen running toward a car after changing into training pants and an oversized hoodie.

"How did it go?"

"Damn it!" Irene cursed as she put on her seat belt. " Hurry up, go!"

"Whoa! It doesn't seem to be going well," guessed Jeff as he turned the steering wheel. He had never seen the fearless Irene this gloomy and despondent.

" He's such a bastard!"

"Say? What's going on? Were you harassed? Wait..." Jeff tilted his head. "You were like that a lot too. So what?"

"I got carried away and I got caught."

"What?!" Surprised by his partner's irregularities, Jeff immediately pulled over and stopped the car. "How did this happen? You never fail. And you always take advantage of your target's weaknesses during sex. Did you climax?"

The woman rolled her eyes in disgust. "Silly me! Why is he so charming, too? Anyway, I'm upset today. I can't say much."

Jeff blew out his breath in annoyance. He also regretted what had happened. "But you still got that piece of memory, right?"

Irene didn't respond. She just stared at the windshield. "Take me to my husband."

"That's all for this meeting." A senior officer closed the meeting in front of the members as well as Alex, the chairman.

Then, as the members dispersed, Chou as the assistant ran over to Alex, who was still stunned. "Mr. Alex!"

"Did you find something?"

"Here, sir." Chou handed over a tablet that displayed the complete data of the sexy woman he had briefly flirted with at the bar earlier.

"Irene Collin?" Alex was scrolling through the screen.

"Yes, sir. There is not much information about her. It's just that I heard that she not only owns a cafe but is also a psychic."

Alex's calm eyes twitched. "What? She is a psychic?"