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Deceived
By The Hitman: A Bad Boy Hitman Romance

R
ose was sprawled
on the bed wearing absolutely nothing. Her eyes traveled to Mitch, who looked sexy as hell. His dangerous tattoos, along with the little stubble on his shaved face, made him look dangerous but so appealing.

They’d just had sex, but it looked like she still wanted more. Rose had lost track of time. She figured it must be late afternoon, but it seemed like a wonderful way to spend a day. She had no intentions of going back to her dorm anytime soon.

“What are you thinking about, Rose? You can’t seem to stop smiling. I’d like to believe that it’s because of my impressive performance in bed.” Mitch chuckled.

“You’re so full of yourself, Mitch, but yes, I have to agree. You are a god in bed, but—”

“But! Did I leave room for a ‘but’?” he interrupted.

“Ha! Let me finish. But—I wouldn’t mind having another shot sometime again soon.”

“Your wish is my command.”

Mitch rolled her over and slowly started rubbing her soft, silky breasts again. Rose was glowing and she could feel that her body was basking in post-sex glory. However, her desire to feel Mitch and to let him inside her was overwhelming.

She had barely met Mitch, but he knew all her erogenous zones. It was as if Mitch had a secret road map of her body. Everywhere his fingers traveled, she could feel the sensation zip right through to her core.

“Mitch! Come inside me! Claim me.”

Rose wasn’t coherent, but who would be with the sensations she was feeling? With this god of a man caressing and licking her nipples, she felt all kinds of crazy.

“Rose, why don’t you take the lead this time around? I would like to see you take charge. Show me your best moves. Take this as a challenge,” he said, arching his eyebrow at her.

Mitch knew how to keep Rose going, and with this challenge, he knew that Rose would prove her sexual prowess and ride him; and what else could a man ask for?

In less than a second, he changed positions. Even before Rose could understand what had happened, she found herself straddling Mitch’s perfect body and her breasts dangling right over his chest. She had to admit, she enjoyed the view.

Mitch was still hard and Rose positioned herself just so, so that the head of his cock was pressing at her center. In no time at all, his hard dick was sliding in and out of her pussy. She decided it was time to show him how good she was at taking control in bed.

She took the pin out of her bun and let her hair fall over her face. She licked her lips as if gesturing to just how sexually excited she was, and it aroused Mitch even more. He wanted to kiss those lips and never stop.

It was as if Rose could read Mitch’s mind, and she slowly put her lips on his and devoured him with her kisses.

She got off his dick and broke the kiss to travel down to his chin and then down his neck, peppering kisses along the way. She kept going down further, taking her time to leave a trail of hot kisses on his body. She didn’t seem to be apprehensive of him anymore. She sat on his sculpted body and took his dick in her hand and started massaging it, gently at first and then a bit too fast. Mitch could feel his breath coming in gasps and it was hard for him to stay coherent. Nothing came to his mind; he had never climaxed like this before. He could feel a million things all at once, and when Rose pressed on the tip of his cock, he growled her name and wanted to get inside her more than anything else.

“Damn you, my need for you will be the death of me,” he said, then rolled her over on the bed and pushed deep inside of her.

He didn’t let Rose say another word before he found her g-spot, and together they climaxed without having to wait any longer. Rose closed her eyes and Mitch did, too, following her lead. It was a beautiful sensation, and they felt like they were floating, somewhere far away from this world, in another galaxy where the only people to exist were the two of them.

Mitch stayed locked in the moment for some time. He forgot who he was, who he used to be, the assignment that was due and that the envelope was lying somewhere, the fact that Rose was almost a stranger, his mother whom he had to help, Fernando the agent—who would perhaps mess up his life in more ways than one, the person he was about to kill and every other damn thing.

The only thing that mattered in that instant was Rose and her beautiful body and the sex. The sex was so goddamn exhilarating and it eased every tension in his body.

His body was sore from the second time they had sex, Rose’s lips were swollen, her body flushed pink. She looked like she had been thoroughly satisfied, and even though her hair was a sweaty, tangled mess, she looked fantastic. It had to be said that Rose was a girl who knew how to bring a man to his knees with her body. She was someone he would never get tired of fucking, whether it be day or night.

“Rose, have you ever heard of someone dying from having too much sex?”

Rose laughed and lightly bit his shoulder. “Are you planning to kill me?”

Mitch shuddered at the thought. For a moment, he wondered what happened to all those people he had killed; they would have been someone’s family, too. Someone had cared for them, too. Up until now, he had never allowed himself to feel for the ones he killed, but things were beginning to change.

He decided this wasn’t the right time to think of these things. He would think about it when he was all alone.

Rose could sense that something was off. “Anything bothering you, Mitch?”

“What could possibly bother me when I have such a beautiful lady right beside me?” He kissed her nose again.

“So, tell me how would you rate the sex?”

“It was beyond perfect,” he said with satisfaction.

“So, we have a shot at doing it again?”

“What! Now?”

“Ha, yes, if you want, but I was talking about seeing you again.”

“Yes, I would love to see you again, too. At the risk of sounding like a cheesy pick-up line, I have to say that even though this is only our second meeting, I feel like I have known you forever.”

Rose let his words sink in. She didn’t want to feel so much, so soon, but no matter how hard she tried, she felt herself falling for him. She knew it might be because of the sex hangover and she prayed it was, because only two meetings wasn’t enough to know a person, much less fall in love with him.

“So, what are your plans for today?” Rose asked.

“I haven’t thought much about it, why? What are you doing?”

“There is this girl I want you to meet. I love her.”

“Whoa! Are you into girls, too? That’s quite the announcement!” Mitch acted like he was shocked.

Rose smiled and threw a pillow at him. “Asshole, she is my best friend, more of a soul sister. We grew up together and I want you to meet her because when I came here, I texted her that I wouldn’t be having lunch with her today. She will want all the details and, of course, she will want to meet you.”

“Oh, so you want to introduce me as the new hunk you’re dating?”

“Are we dating, Mitch?” she asked incredulously.

“Well, we definitely had sex. If you consider having sex part of our date, then yes, we are dating.”

“Mitch, I am serious. I am not the kind of girl who enjoys one-night stands.”

“But we had sex in the middle of the day. So, it was technically not a one-night stand,” he said with a wink.

Rose rolled her eyes, and Mitch realized that she was serious.

“Before you formally announce that we are dating, why don’t we go out for a while and see how it feels? I want to test us. The sex was mind-blowing, I want to do it every day and every night, but I know that dating is a lot more than just sex. I don’t know how to explain it any better, but I am not the best guy to date. I would like to see you, have sex with you, but as we decided, this should be casual. If either of us wants to go solo, there should be no hard feelings. I am not looking to settle down. I can’t right now even if I wanted to.”

Rose remembered that it was she who had put the conditions like that and she should be happy that Mitch was echoing her sentiments, but there was a tiny part of her that felt sad about it.

“Yes, that’s true.”

When she didn’t add anything, Mitch kissed her again.

“I want to date you, but don’t you think we should take it a little slow? What is the hurry with me meeting your family and all?”

“I guess you are right. I think I should get going, but hopefully we will see each other again soon.”

“Or you could stay and we could have another round of hot monkey sex.”

“Ha! You are crazy! The charm will wear off if we do it a too much. Let’s wait until we see each other again.”

Rose and Mitch exchanged numbers and he promised to see her soon. Mitch could feel that Rose wasn’t the happiest, but there was little he could do about that.

“Rose, I may have to leave the city for some work soon. I don’t know when I’ll be back, but I will call you soon. I promise.”

She nodded and started dressing herself. They hadn’t quarreled, but the vibe in the room had shifted.

Mitch told himself that he shouldn’t worry about it, that he did nothing wrong, but it didn’t feel right.

He pulled her closer and kissed her passionately and just like that Rose melted into his arms. She looked up into his eyes, and he could see how vulnerable she felt.

“We will see each other again, won’t we?” Rose asked.

“Of course. We will. We’ll do a lot more than see each other. We are going to do a lot of smoking hot things together.” He tried to lighten the mood and gave her a sheepish smile.

After talking for a few more minutes, Rose left and Mitch was once again all alone in his apartment.

Though he had been alone all his life, somehow he suddenly felt lonely. He had the best start to his day with some incredible sex that made him feel as fresh as he ever had. However, things had gone downhill without a specific reason, and both of them had felt like the momentum had dropped. He didn’t know why he was feeling this way, but he decided it was time to focus on some business.

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Chapter 1

Aria

“
A
ria
, you had better be in there tapping into your sexy side. I know it’s buried in there, somewhere,” my best friend Ella called to me through my closed bedroom door.

“That’s right, and if I come in there, I had better not find you studying,” my cousin Jasmine added in a perfect imitation of my father.

At this, all three of my friends, who have been patiently waiting for me to join the festivities, burst into peels of laughter. I can’t even allow myself to be offended because if finals week of my senior year hadn’t ended today, studying is exactly what I would be doing. But school is finally over, and even though I’m not very enthusiastic about it, my friends are waiting for me to get ready so they can take me out for my bachelorette party.

I sigh, but resist the temptation to tell them, one more time, that they really don’t need to do this for me. I adore Ella, but she can be relentless. She was always urging me to close the books and party more. Ella is great fun and I have known her since freshman orientation, but she is single-minded in her focus on having a good time and making sure everyone around her is having one as well.

Ella is the only person besides Xavier that can force me to stop studying for an evening. But, it has been such a long time since Xavier has shown any interest in romance that I’m not sure I can still include him on that list. There are the occasional work parties and client dinners that require me on his arm, but they are more about putting on a performance than a romantic night out as a couple.

Even the work events are becoming less frequent. He didn’t invite me to his office holiday party this year. I asked him about it and he turned the whole thing back around on me: he knew I was going home to see my family; I didn’t have a good time at the last party; I had finals to study for. Xavier is always quick to point out how busy I am with school and how considerate he is about it. But I would've made time for the party, so it hurt that he didn’t even bother to ask.

I shouldn’t be so hard on him. I know he is busy and he is going to be the youngest person ever to make partner at his law firm. And it’s not just because his father is a managing partner, but also because Xavier is good at what he does. I know once he feels more secure in his position at work and stops worrying about people assuming nepotism got him his job, things will get better with us. After the wedding, there will be so much more time for just the two of us.

Stop worrying
, I tell myself. It’s my bachelorette party and my best friends are waiting for me. I am going to have a good time tonight and things will be so much better with Xavier once we’re married.

Now, I just have to find something fabulous to wear tonight. Because I know if I don’t come out of my room looking sexy, Ella will force me back in to my closet and then pick something out for me that will have me tugging the hemline down the entire night.

I do a quick run through of my clothing and settle on a pair of skinny jeans and a cute lacy top that I bought the last time I visited my parents at their ranch outside of Austin. I strip down to my bra and panties and then immediately second-guess my choice.

Tonight is my celebration, and in a couple of weeks my life will change like night to day. I need to dress up for a real party and make up for all the nights I missed out on because of school and Xavier. My cousin is here for the first time without both of our mothers in tow. My friend London just broke up with her boyfriend and needs a night out almost as much as I do. Ella, however, is someone who doesn’t need a reason to go out and is always the life of the party.

As I dig through my closet yet again, I am finally getting excited about tonight. The girls won’t tell me where we’re going, but I am sure it will be somewhere amazing. Tonight, I am going to order my first cosmopolitan. I have wanted to try one ever since I saw an episode of
Sex and the City
as a teenager.

“Why aren’t you ready?” Ella demands.

I hadn’t heard her come up behind me and just about jumped out of my skin.

“You scared me,” I gasp, my heart still pounding.

She has a nearly empty martini glass in her hand containing something that smelled strongly of gin. Ella smacks my ass and passes a dismissive glance over the outfit I am still holding.

“You are not leaving the house in something so
good girl
,” she declares.

I laugh because it is such an Ella thing to say.

“It is not
good girl,
and I can’t believe you just slapped my behind.”

“I can’t believe you’re thinking of wearing this,” she snorts. “We’re in New York City, not Kansas.”

Ella looks fantastic in a white skater mini dress and over-the-knee boots. She obviously expects me to wear something similar. I watch silently as she flips rapidly through my closet and comments on every item.

“No, no, possible, no, my grandmother wouldn’t wear this. You have nothing appropriate for a night out,” she accuses me while trolling the racks.

“Wait, what is this? It’s cute. I think we may have a winner.”

She holds the promising dress up, still on the hanger.

“Aria. I do declare, I think this dress will be absolutely perfect,” she says in her best southern accent. I roll my eyes, used to her mimicking my Texas twang by now.

The dress she picked is a little black slip dress with a plunging back and a high cut neck. I purchased it last year for a lingerie party. The party was at London’s sorority and was billed as the biggest night of the year. I ended up skipping the party, but I never returned the dress. I have been secretly waiting for the perfect opportunity to wear it.

“Mission accomplished,” Ella said to Jasmine and London as she started to leave my room.

“And don’t you dare come out without heels on,” she called back to me.

I stuck my tongue out at her retreating back, but knew she was right. She may be bossy but she has great fashion sense.

I slip the dress on over my head and brush out my dark hair. My hair is my one real vanity and I always wear it long and straight, at least to the middle of my back. I apply lip-gloss, a swipe of blush on each cheek, and black mascara. I slip on the heels and give myself a final once over in the mirror. I am so glad I kept this dress. The silk drapes to perfection on my body and feels sleek against my skin. The heels already hurt but I tell myself the pain is worth it because of how long my legs look in them.

I walk into the living room and all three women give a cheer.

“Gorgeous! Now get over here for a picture,” Jasmine waves me over to where they are standing. We crowd close together and London holds out her phone for a group selfie.

“Cheese,” we yell out together, posing for the camera.

The Uber driver is waiting for us when we get to the lobby of our apartment building. Ella has splurged for UberSelect and the car is a silver Mercedes SUV. Tony the doorman gives us a whistle of appreciation and opens the door with a flourish.

“You ladies be safe tonight,” he says as he helps us into the waiting Mercedes.

We cross over the Brooklyn Bridge and after a few blocks, the Mercedes rolls to a stop and the driver helps us out of the car. “You have to be joking,” I exclaim after reading the marquee three times to make sure I haven’t gotten it wrong. The driver must have made a mistake and dropped us at the wrong club.

But no, it looks like this is the right place, judging from their reaction at my disbelief. Ella is using her phone to snap pictures of me and keeps saying, “Your face is priceless.” Jasmine and London are laughing and telling her she needs to send the photos to Xavier.

“Not a joke,” she says, trying to catch her breath from laughing.

“This is where we are having your bachelorette party and this is where you are going to get good and drunk and have the absolute best night of your life.”

Jasmine and London clap and cheer.

“Now let’s go see some man candy!”

Ella links her arm in mine and we do a model strut up to the velvet rope, which is manned by a hulking guy in a tux.

“Ladies. Welcome to
Mantropolis,"
he manages to say with a straight face.

Ella on her tiptoes, pulls the doorman down a good ten inches to whisper into his ear. I watch as she slips something into his palm. It must have been a good tip or her phone number because the velvet rope opens for us. The next thing I know, we are whisked inside and sitting at a table right next to the stage. I have a glass of champagne in my hand and Jasmine is already waving over a waiter to order more drinks. At least, I think that’s what she’s doing. I can’t hear what she's saying over the noise of the club, and the waiter is wearing nothing except for a pair of tiny red spandex shorts. I am suddenly afraid that he is a dancer and she is ordering me a lap dance instead of more champagne.

This is my first time in a male strip club, or any strip club for that matter. I don’t know the protocol or if this is standard attire for servers. I try not to look at his bare chest and bulging shorts and instead focus on emptying my glass of champagne. I breathe a sigh of relief when he leaves. When he returns moments later, it is with a round of tequila shots and a bottle of champagne on ice. Looking around, I can now confirm that tiny shorts are the uniform of waiters at
Mantropolis
.

My friends lift their shot glasses and wait expectantly for me to do the same. I haven’t done shots since attending a party at Xavier’s fraternity when I was a senior in high school. The night ended with me throwing up all over Xavier in front of his friends. I felt so sick and embarrassed the morning after that I promised myself I would never do shots again. I have kept that promise until now. I look at my friends’ excited faces and I know I can’t disappoint them.
When in Rome,
I tell myself, as I raise my glass.

“To Aria,” they shout.

“To all of you,” I say back.

I don’t allow any time for second thoughts and swallow the shot in one gulp. The tequila burns all the way down to my stomach. I forget about the lime and salt and instead grab a new glass of champagne and drink it down to chase away the taste of the tequila. The alcohol hits me instantly. My body warms up and I feel tingly all over. When our waiter returns with more champagne, I no longer find it so difficult to look at him. He lets us know that his name is Mark and that he will be taking care of us this evening. Now that I have a little liquid courage, I can see that Mark fills out his red shorts quite nicely.

A new round of shots arrives and everyone lets loose a cheer. This night out with the girls is exactly what I need. And the fact it happens to be in a strip club just makes it more entertaining. So far, it’s not much different from a regular club. I’m about to get married, so I convince myself I can handle some shirtless men and spandex. I pick up the new shot; it smells like lime and has whipped cream on the top. This should be much better than the tequila. Ella, Jasmine, and London follow my lead and raise their glasses.

“To the best night ever,” we call out and throw back our glasses.

As if on cue, the music comes on and the women in the club go absolutely wild. Every eye in the place is fixed on the stage. That is, except mine. I am sitting with my back to the performers and I have to take a deep breath for courage before I turn around. I don’t know what I expect to see, but it must be something good to have transformed all these women into a bunch of screaming tweens at a Justin Bieber
concert.

The dancers on the stage are dressed like construction workers. I look them over and even though they're fully dressed, I can feel the heat rising up to my neck and face. They are dancing in synchronization and I can’t look away. I am mesmerized by how they move their bodies and how excited I am. All together, the dancers drop to the floor and start to grind on invisible women and the audience goes crazy. It is dazzling and I keep looking from dancer to dancer, anticipating what they are going to do next.

The women simultaneously erupt into even louder cheers. A new dancer is on the stage and he has the women going wild. Two minutes ago, I would have said that it was impossible for the crowd to get more excited, but this new dancer is tall and tan and unbelievably sexy. He has the crowd whipped into a frenzy before he’s even started stripping.

He has on a white tank and tight, ripped jeans. He is the perfect union of blue-collar bad boy and sex. He starts to dance and it’s like he’s making love to every woman in the club. I am glued to his every move as he brings the music to life with his performance. The song switches to a slow and rhythmic classic that I can’t quite place but know I’ve heard. His dancing becomes more sensual with the new song. He is scanning the crowd, looking for something, or someone. He stops searching when his gaze fixes on me. My heart is pounding so hard I can hear it in my ears. I wonder if he can see me blushing all the way from the stage? He still has his emerald green eyes locked on mine, all while hundreds of women surround him, clamoring for his attention.

He smiles at me from the stage and time stands still. He is still holding my gaze and I imagine he is dancing only for me. Keeping our connection, he rips his shirt off and reveals a waxed and chiseled torso. His abs must be at least a 10-pack and they taper into a V that draws my, and every woman’s, attention to the promise of what is under his low-slung jeans.