Love Game With The Rebel Billionaire

I was desperate for this to be over. But how would I know if Evangeline was done with her part? She didn't even tell me what signal she'd use. "Let's have some fun, Luna." He drank his wine. I didn't take my eyes off him as his Adam's apple moved with each gulp.

That was it. He'd die in two hours. The mission was successful, although it was too early to declare that.

He glanced at his bodyguard, signaling him to leave so we could talk privately. The bodyguard walked away and returned to the counter. Finally, It seemed the Senator was now thinking with his lower head instead of the one on his skull.

"Would you like me to take you into my room?" Windwood asked as his hands slid onto my waist.

They moved up and down, feeling the curves of my body. I even heard him curse under his breath as one hand moved to the side of my chest. "I'll make you scream..."

"In pleasure?" I asked, smiling seductively.

"Both," he replied without hesitation. "However you want it, my lady."

"Hmmm..."

My smile widened. Poisoning him wasn't my only goal tonight-I needed him to take me to his special room.

Because we were going to do something very, very special.

"No, S. Everything is fine now. You don't have to go with him," Kesha told me.

I wasn't sure why she was so worried about me. I had made it clear to everyone: they were to treat me as their boss, not as a friend.

"Sure! I'd love to!" I answered.

I clung to his arm, letting my chest press against him on purpose. He needed to be completely obsessed with me so things would be easier later. Men consumed by lust were much easier to manipulate. "R, do something!" I heard Luna's irritated voice in the background.

"Do you want me to lose my job for ruining the plan?" Rain murmured. "You always hesitate, and now you're blaming me."

I wanted to shut off the sound, but I was still confirming something. I told them to treat me as their boss, but I couldn't help treating them like friends.

Maybe it was because I'd never had real friends my entire life, and I found a sense of camaraderie with them that I'd always longed for.

But Evangeline's warning kept gnawing at me, even in the middle of the mission.

"It's definitely him. There's no need to investigate further," I muttered to myself after reading Evangeline's note.

Even though I kept telling myself that, a part of me wanted to doubt. I had seen his face. I had seen the fury in his eyes when he pulled the trigger. What else was there to question?

As I turned to leave the restroom, a small piece of paper fell from my clothes. It was so tiny that I almost didn't notice it.

It was another message from Evangeline-and it shook me to my core.

"There's a mole in your organization. Be careful."

What proof did Evangeline have to make such a claim? Maybe I'd ask her once I got back. But if she was right... Who among them was sabotaging our plans? Who was betraying me at this stage? Who was the fucking traitor?

"Do you have any plans in mind?" Finnick asked, snapping me back to reality.

I couldn't answer him because Windwood was in front of me.

And the plan? It's to extract the information I need.

"Shall we?" Windwood asked, extending his hand to me.

This was my cue. I took his hand, clinging to him as we walked toward the elevator. His bodyguards stayed outside as the senator and I stepped inside.

"S? Don't turn off the sound-hey!"

I turned it off. Finally, I wouldn't have to hear Kesha nagging anymore.

My earpiece was a small, barely noticeable device that looked like a mole to anyone else. It was our means of communication during missions. The mouthpiece, also disguised as a mole, was strategically placed on the top of my chest. The adhesive glue ensured it wouldn't fall off and ruin the mission.

"You wanted the wine, right? I'll have some sent to our room," Windwood said before pressing the button for our destination.

The second floor? What? Why only the second floor?

"Yes, senator." Even though I was puzzled, I still managed to smile. "I like that... and I like you."

"Exactly, mi amor."

If I could, I would've thrown up right then and there.

The elevator doors were still open, but the senator's hands were already wandering. He even squeezed my butt. I wanted to punch him, but I restrained myself with great effort. "Later, senator," I told him.

He didn't back off, though, and started sniffing my neck.

"So fresh," he said, his tone laced with desire. "So delicate. I want to eat you all day."

Fuck. His words brought Ash to mind-the way he used to tell me how good I smelled. He'd even called me his favorite dessert.

I didn't know why I was thinking about Ash again. But what was even stranger was seeing him in front of me now.

He was leaning casually against the wall, dressed in a white shirt and black pants. A cigarette dangled from his lips, his hand tucked in his pocket as he stared at me intently.

"Hi," he mouthed just before he winked at me... moments before the elevator doors finally closed.

I ignored what I saw. To see Ash here was impossible.

Moments later, we reached the room.

"Nice," I muttered in amusement as I scanned the room.

It had a blue and black theme, and the furniture and decor were clearly expensive, especially the various artworks hanging on the walls. Even the blue L-shaped couch looked luxurious, with a round blue table nearby and a massive TV on the opposite wall.

It resembled an ordinary home-nothing extraordinary. Was this why it was on the second floor and not the penthouse?

"You're expecting me to have the penthouse, aren't you?" he asked with a smirk, seeing my expression. "This isn't my main house. It's just a spot I hang out in when I come to the bar."

He pressed a button, dimming the lights, which shifted to a yellowish hue.This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

"If this isn't your main house, where is it?" I asked, settling onto the couch. The cushions were so soft that I almost sank into them. "Wow, this is nice."

I crossed my legs, watching his eyes drift downward. Smirking, I glanced at the wall clock. It was already eight in the evening.

Just a little longer, and I could execute my plan.

I'd thought this was his main place here, but it didn't matter. My real target was the man himself. I just needed the information he held. The tangible evidence could follow later. "Somewhere far away... somewhere hidden that no one else can find," he replied, sitting beside me.