Agent (CENTURIES series: Book #3)

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• Give the song a chance. It gets better •

"Fuck this," I said irritatedly and pulled my fingers out of my panties.

Nothing. Not even a little buzz. I wasn't getting excited, I couldn't get myself off. All I could think about was what I told Vince yesterday, how I had practically called him a rapist and blamed him for all my troubles. I knew that was a lie. Both of them. He never did anything to me I didn't secretly want. He knew that as well as I did.

But now, as I laid in the bed at 5.30 am in the morning, thinking about everything, I was ashamed of the things I'd said. I owed him an apology, but my damn pride couldn't get the words out. No, instead I was trying to masturbate because over the last few days we had been living together, Vince had been a fucking tease and riled me up sexually. And then yesterday, before we got interrupted by Caleb, I had been so ready. So horny.

But today... today I couldn't even get myself off. Thinking of Vince while I masturbated might've worked, but I felt wrong by doing so. I didn't deserve to think of him like that, not after practically calling him... well. So yeah, I would have to wait until we'd gotten to Italy. Maybe the sun and the wine would do something to my libido.

I showered and got ready, dressed in my usual tight pants and camisole. From the other side of the bedroom door, I could hear Vince making ready as well, packing up his things. I sighed to myself one final time before I opened the door and walked out, finding him checking the wounds he had received during his escape from the CIA. It had been a few days, almost five, so some of the swelling had gone down. He still looked like a piñata, though.

"Are you set to go?" I asked, trying to keep my voice as neutral as possible. Vince barely looked at me before he turned his eyes away again. Yeah, he was still mad at me.

We then took our things and headed out, having both received a message on our burner phone saying that a car was coming for us. As we stepped out onto the curb, a black Mercedes rolled up, one with toned windows. A driver opened the door for us and we silently stepped in, both on guard, just in case. Like me, Vince had a hand on his gun as we got seated and clicked into our seatbelts. Then began the longest three hour drive.

We didn't speak a word to each other the whole time. I wanted to say something, but I just couldn't. I kept silently opening and closing my mouth, but one glance at Vince and my throat dried up. I just had to have that meltdown...

After what seemed like forever of driving, we finally made it to a very remote landing strip. A single jet was standing by, the engine ready and running. Caleb was waiting by the foot of the stairs, waving at us as we pulled up. We both stepped out and greeted him, then got on board.

"Oh, and don't worry, Rya, I've made sure that Bob is being taken care off," Caleb assured me as we boarded. "I've got a friend who's going to feet him and keep his bowl as shiny as his scales."

"Thank you so much, Caleb. I really appreciate it."

"No problem," He grinned. "Oh man, I can't wait. I've never been to Italy. I really wish my girl could've come, too, but she agreed it would look too suspicious if she suddenly upped and went on vacation while her future baby daddy is missing. Are you guys ready for travel?"

Me and Vince shared a brief look, but then both silently nodded. I couldn't help but notice that muscle in his jaw that kept working. He hadn't shaved this morning, so his dark five O'clock shadow accentuated every single contour of his neck and jawline. I hated it. It made him look ten times hotter than he already was.