Heather:

“You don't seem to be all that adverse to my touch anymore, Miss Spark, are you perhaps warming up to me, Miss Spark?” Zade smirked against my lips.

As if his words were a bucket of water splashed on me, I came to my senses.

I pushed him off. “Get off me,” I yelled

“What?” He asked, looking suddenly confused.

“I said get off me,” I yelled.

He did.

“What's wrong? Afraid that your body wants mine?” I didn't think before my hands flew across and slapped him.

His eyes widened as he grabbed his cheeks.

“What the hell?”

Panicked, I ran out of there, mumbling an apology as I went.

I let out a sigh of relief as I stepped out of the bar. Fresh air rushed into my lungs, calming my rattled nerves.

I couldn't believe I had let him kiss me…

Granted, it was part of my plan to seduce him but on my terms. This felt like I was being seduced. I didn't like it.

I am in control, not him.

I ran my hands through my hair and slipped into my car.

This was the first step to getting that boy wrapped around my fingers. I just had to detach and suppress the mate bond and I would be fine while he fell hard into his death.

“****

I jolted awake, panting like I had just run a marathon in my human form.

My tank top clung to my body and my face burned with embarrassment.

I closed my legs as I felt wetness in my folds, feeling completely embarrassed.

I couldn't believe it.

I had a wet dream about the fucking golden boy, Zade.

It had been so intense, so real.

It only dawned on me that I was dreaming when I woke up.

I could still feel his lips on mine as they devoured mine hungrily, his lips biting my ears as he told me I belonged to him.

I could even feel his fingers stroking my folds like my body belonged to him and he'd memorized every part of it.

Even my breasts were still aching and heavy.

Was that really a dream?

I didn't get an answer because my alarm rang out like a banshee, piercing through the air and cutting off my train of thought.

It was time for class.

I dragged myself out of bed and quickly showered.

I thought about the assignment I had due in a couple of hours and the 8 o'clock class I had and wondered how I would be able to finish that assignment in mere hours.

It was 7am already.

It took me twenty minutes to shower and dress up in simple jeans and a T-shirt.

The trick was to always look unsuspecting and inconspicuous.

I shoved my MacBook in my backpack, a leftover sandwich from yesterday, and bolted out the door.

As much as I was an assassin and one of the daughters of the most powerful Mafia Bosses in the country, I was also a business major and I genuinely enjoyed the course. It made more sense and put the world into perspective for men. Plus who didn't want to learn about profit?

Class ended around 2pm, just in time for practice.

My stomach twisted. I was going to see Zade today. It had been a week since I saw his face.

After that night at the bar, the coach had given the boys a week break. Which meant I was stuck putting my plans on hold.

I wasn't mad at it. That week had given me enough time to work on their social media and also work on myself.

I had completely detached myself from Zade. Not even the mate bond could get me attracted to him. I was back to my old mission -not that I ever left it.

*****

Coach Silas was talking to two unfamiliar faces as I arrived.

I approached them and the two men stared at me hungrily. I ignored them.

“Coach, hey. Sorry I am a little late,” I said as soon as reached him.

“Sparks,” he smiled. He had a habit of calling everyone by their last name and I found it a little funny especially since Spark wasn't my real name.

“No need to apologize. I know you have classes on Mondays.” He smiled in understanding. “Seen our new social media. You are doing great,” he said, patting my back.

“Thank you, Coach,” I smiled.

“You're welcome. Anyway, the boys are at the back. You can give them the news,”

The news was that we'd reached 10k followers on TikTok. I managed to get it from 3k to 10k in one week and had cleared most of the scandal the team was facing. It was amazing what a few quirky TikToks could do.

I didn't want to toot my own horn but I was fucking good at this.

I made my way to the locker room and was hit with the stench of men and over the counter bar soap and bad air freshener.

Only there didn't seem to be anyone in here.

“Uh, guys?” I called out, walking deeper into the locker room, using their absence to look around the place.

Where did they go?

Were they gone?

I found an open locker and checked in.

Zade's black backpack was in it. So, this was his locker.

His locker actually didn't smell bad like the rest of the boys.

There wasn't much here, just clothes and shoes.

“Who the hell are you?” I heard a familiar voice and was immediately startled. I quickly closed the locker and came face to face with Zade… naked torso.