Top Assassins Call Me The Lady Boss-Chapter 69: “Fix your eyes on the dartboard.”

Chapter Sixty Nine

"What’s going on?" her father asked, his tone curious.

She hesitated, unsure of how to respond. Ahmet’s mouth resumed its exploration, and she struggled to maintain a coherent conversation.

"Just... just needed to heal, sir," she stammered.

Her father’s voice was skeptical. "To heal, huh? Since when did you need days off to heal? Are you getting soft?"

"No, sir. I..." She felt Ahmet’s fingers inside her too while his tongue continued to pleasure her. She tried to hold back, but a soft moan escaped her lips.

"What’s going on with you?" her father demanded. "You’re not sounding like yourself. Is it that serious?"

"Ye... yes s... s...s...sir," she managed to say. Ahmet was smiling. She could feel his smile.

Her father’s voice was cold. "You would better get your priorities straight. You are halting all your work to get better!"

She nodded, even though Marco could not see her. "Yes, sir." Ahmet had stopped moving. ƒreewebɳovel.com

But when his mouth claimed her hot glory again, she moaned louder, covering it up with a cough.

Her father’s voice was still icy. "I expect you back here immediately after you heal. I want the doctor’s report too!

"Yes, Sir." She responded through her fake coughs.

Ahmet’s eyes locked onto hers, filled with teasing.

As her father hung up the phone, Ahmet’s mouth claimed her lips, and she let out a soft moan.

"I’m seeing another side of you. Who’s ruining you?" His tone was silky, almost sarcastic, and filled with a calm confidence that sent shivers through her whole body.

His fingertips stroked soft circles across her skin, a quiet reminder of who was destroying her. And yet, he inquired— as if he didn’t already know, as if he wasn’t the one who was slowly turning her into something else.

His eyes glittered with delight, challenging her to accept what they both knew.

Oh, the look in his eyes was enough for her to squirm in delight.

"This is going to be a long night." He promised her and she knew what exactly he meant. Coming here was a bad idea.

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Asli woke up to an empty bed. It was around 3 am. No breakfast in bed this time around? She jokingly asked herself.

Where could Ahmet go? She went into the washroom to freshen up. When she came out, he was still not back from wherever he went. She left the bedroom and began to walk around the place.

It was like a secret apartment. From the outside, it looked like a regular house... even looked smaller from the outside. The gate only opened from the outside and then to the garage. Then into the house.

It took her a while to finish checking every room out. Why was she looking for him? The soreness in between her thighs was more than she had entered the place with. She was trying to adjust but this was going to take a while.

’Where the hell is Ahmet?’ She thought.

He wasn’t in any of the rooms. He could be in a secret room. Asli was going to have fun devouring every secret door and every room.

’And nosy people get punished.’ the words rang in her ears, remembering Ahmet’s words when he returned and saw the mess she created.

The punishment played in her head and she couldn’t help but bit her lips. If this was the only way he could punish her... She clenched her thighs together as she tried to leave.

Just then she heard a noise from behind the door she was standing in front of.

She pushed the door and she saw Ahmet, again shirtless. He was holding a gun and it seemed like the garden was his playing ground.

How come she didn’t hear the gunshots? Was the place soundproof? He smiled at her when he noticed her presence and urged her to join him.

He passed her one of the guns in the briefcase. No good mornings. She wasn’t bothered by it.

"I am training for a while. You can do that too." Asli nodded. That was nice of him, wasn’t it? Their first night together, she woke to breakfast in bed and the second was a training partner. Or was it the third or forty or even fifth night? She couldn’t keep count.

Smoke still curled from the barrels, and the strong aroma of gunpowder lingered in the air as they took turns shooting. The metallic hum of the target retrieval system sounded throughout the shooting range as they pressed the trigger, seeing the paper silhouette glide toward them.

They received the sheet, which was peppered with bullet holes. A slow smirk tugged on his lips as he angled his head, eyes studying the results.

"Not bad," he said, casting a peek her way. "But I think I still win."

She scoffed and snatched the target from his grasp, her eyes narrowing as she compared their shots. "Debatable. Not bad? I’m one of the best snipers, if not the best, alive." She defended herself.

"Well. Seriously, this is actually good." He tried to tell her.

"I don’t do good. I’m used to hearing excellent. Another round." She demanded and he laughed. "Another round!" She repeated.

At the end of the second round, Asli got the same results and it annoyed her.

"I have seen you shoot several times. I know you are an excellent shooter. What happened overnight?" He was only joking but from the look on her face, he could tell she was actually believing their being together was making her weak... like her father had remarked her behavior change lately.

Even worse, she probably thought it was like the supernatural stories where after sex one lost the power to the other.

Ahmet wanted to laugh but he didn’t want to trigger her.

"Asli, I only worked on your lower part last night. How is it that it is your hands that are losing their touch." He realized it was a bad joke when she pointed the gun at him.

He put his gun down and walked towards her till his chest was touching the tip of the gun.

Was he daring her or was he being stupid?

"Now, here." He turned her towards the system again. "You are losing your concentration..." he lost her at the concentration part when his hand touched hers.

Was he seriously about to teach her how to shoot a gun? She almost wanted to laugh if not for the shivers she felt down her whole body when they were standing that close to each other.

"It’s the wind." He finally declared and it seemed to have made sense now. Her mistakes were just centimeters away from shooting her targeted marks. The wind was blowing violently when she was shooting.

How did she miss that?

He let go of her hand and when she paid attention to the wind like he suggested, and shot again, it hit right at the point.

"Bulls eye!" She exclaimed happily... and involuntarily. She quickly straightened up but he had already caught that. He didn’t tease her. He only watched her with admirable eyes.

His gaze drew her in, holding her captive in a moment that felt heavier than it should. Although neither of them moved, the air between them shifted, carrying an unspoken message.

Her breath hitched as he leaned in just slightly... not enough to close the gap, but enough to make her aware of every inch in between them. The space seemed flimsy, demanding to be crossed.

When his eyes met hers, she recognized it... the same need, the same wordless desire that coiled in her chest. It was clear and undeniable.

But before it could happen, she blinked, taking a small step back to break the silence. "We should reset the targets," she said quietly, turning aside and ignoring the way her pulse betrayed her.

She cleared her throat and pulled to load the gun again. Her eyes scanned the area. She actually liked the space. It was not bad for a training ground.

"Fix your eyes on the dartboard." Ahmet had other plans when he finally told her.

He had been fighting to keep his hand off her when she joined her but she looked so good and smelling his shampoo on her, ignited something in him.

"Why?" She asked, her defenses on high alert when he took the gun from her and placed it on the counter.

"Eyes on the dartboard. Now your hands should be on the counter." He commanded and though she was never to be the one to follow orders, this excited her on a different level. Maybe it was his gaze or the sound of his voice. Perhaps the way his hands briefly touched her neck.

She did as she was told. Now what? She almost wanted to ask but stopped when his hand touched the waistband of her leggings.

Oh, was he trying to make her leave the place in a wheelchair? She thought to herself as she took in a deep breath.