The story of a CIA agent. A ruthless and merciless assassin. A man who kill first and think later without any regret, who is rock hard like a mountain had his stone heart melted and he was fallen.
♡For you the angels will take the blame, ♡Wherever there is beauty I will take your name.
Alexis' P.O.V
Today was the best day of my life. I opened my eyes slowly to the cool morning sunrays illuminating my milky skin. It was my birthday. I felt the soft silk sheet and mattress as I yawned to wake up. It was 9 O'clock there was no plan to open my flower shop today. It was my special day and I had plans with my friends today.
I was wearing my golden silky nightgown. I got up slowly and wore my robe. I slid my feet in my fur slides. The flower bouqet which I brought last night was scattering petals on my side table. There was a light scent of flowers in the room as well which gave me romantic feel.
I went to the kitchen swaying my light brown silky hairs and poured coffee from the coffee maker. I took the coffee cup and went upstairs to stand in the balcony. The street was made of cobblestone and was shining with sunlight falling on it.
I was sipping my coffee while I looked down and saw something on my doorstep. It was a bouqet and it wasn't an ordinary bouqet. There were dozens of black roses and there was a golden metallic rose in the middle of it. I took a step back and ran downstairs to the door to get it.
Rất tiếc! Hình ảnh này không tuân theo hướng dẫn nội dung. Để tiếp tục đăng tải, vui lòng xóa hoặc tải lên một hình ảnh khác.
Unlocking the door I stared at the bouqet hysterically. It was the most precious bouqet I had seen in my life. I lift it in my hands and took it upstairs to the balcony. I touched the black roses and felt the golden metallic rose with my fingers. I turned the bouqet to see the shop's name and as I turned it my heart skipped a beat. It was my shop's name.
"How could this be possible? My shop doesn't have any black roses. I don't sell black roses. Who could this be? Who could send this to me. Its possibly a prank. I will ask the staff tomorrow." I thought to myself.
I was a brave girl and these things couldn't scare me. I was still thinking about the black roses and combing my hairs with my fingers when I heard a door opening from the adjacent apartment. It was the balcony door of the front apartment. My gaze shifted to the apartment adjacent to me and I saw a man standing in the balcony. He also had a cup of coffee in his hand.
He was 6 feet tall. Had a moustache with a bit of scruff. With golden blonde curls hanging on his forehead and his hard mascular physique he was an epitome of beauty. He wore a jersey and sweat pants. He looked immensly strong with his bulging biceps like he used to workout a lot.
Rất tiếc! Hình ảnh này không tuân theo hướng dẫn nội dung. Để tiếp tục đăng tải, vui lòng xóa hoặc tải lên một hình ảnh khác.
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