Lachesism| Mitch Rapp

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"Can't hide the pain, can't hide the pain when you're wrapped in cellophane"

       Markus had everything delivered to their room in the morning. Freya and Mitch didn't really talk that day. They were to focused on getting ready for the mission and making sure everything ended up seamless. Mitch couldn't help himself from sparring glances at the black haired women here and there, but she didn't notice.

Freya had her sole focus on the mission. She wanted everything to be reliable and the plan executed perfectly. She was in the bathroom while Mitch was in the living room. She finished up her makeup and made her way over to the bag that contained her dress.

When she opened the bag a note fell out. Freya picked it up and read,

Figured Mitchy would love this one, make sure he wraps it before he taps it. xoxo
M.

Freya shook her head and rolled her eyes reminding herself to punch Markus in the throat next time she saw him.

It was a simple red dress that had a deep V in the front more red fabric that wrapped around the waist. There was a high slit in the thigh, and a zipper in the back. However, as Freya went to zip it up she internally groaned.

Of course Markus would make the zipper ridiculously long for no apparent reason. Holding up the straps with her hands she sighed and made her way to bedroom.

Mitch was siting on the bed in a black suit with a white dress shirt and a black skinny tie. He was on his phone probably going over where all the exit signs were for the 12,000th time. Freya couldn't help but let her eyes waunder. You could see all of his muscles through the shirt. He shaved his beard that had grown out since the first time she saw him. It was back to a scruff and Freya bit her lip.

Inappropriate thoughts came to her mind and she almost went through with dropping her dress and just not going to the gala all together.

She got it together and cleared her throat, "Mitch?" Mitch looked up from his phone doing a double take as he looked at her. The dress hugged her curves perfectly, her hair was in bouncy curls, and the thigh slit that showed off her silky legs made his mouth water.

He snapped himself out of the trance she had him in, "Yea, whats wrong?" Freya smiled sheepishly as she turned around, "Can you help me, with this please? Um, I uh can't reach the zipper." Mitch nodded and moved to grab the zipper.

Freya shivered when she felt the rough calloused hands run up her back. When Freya turned around her breath was caught in her throat because of how close in proximity he was. "Beatiful." Mitch mumbled more to himself but freya heard it and blushed. She quickly cleared her throat and went to get her white heels and clutch. They both walked out the door and were on there way.

*

Freya linked her arm in Mitch's as they made there way into the house. It was big and filled with people. As soon as they entered a man offered them both a glass of champane and Freya took two downing them both.

Mitch looked at her with an eyebrow risen, "Should you really get drunk tonight?" Freya rolled her eyes and scoffed at Mitch's statement. "Relax Mitch I'm not getting drunk. I just know how Fredmus likes him women."

She smirked and dragged Mitch to the dance floor. They started dancing to the dance where every so often you would switch partners. They continued to do that until Freya reached Fresmus.