The Agent’s Badboy

“It doesn’t look like it’s coming off, Karla! you gotta help me, baby, seriously I have glitter on my tats!”

The scary mob boss was groaning in irritation, while Karla kept on laughing hugging her stomach trying to stop and failing miserably.

“You’re going to be a wonderful dad someday,” Karla was to his side the moment she got her breathing under control. She was in front of the bathroom counter and pick out her strongest makeup remover and a pack of facial cotton.

“Come here, open your shirt and let me see that colorful tats.”

Yegor was still trying to wash them off with soap and sighed when she was to his front. He seated her to the bathroom counter and let her do her magic.

“… and Luka was not helping, those two lovebirds went missing at their kids’ birthday party. I swear they’re probably doing it while their little nuggets were decorating me with markers and glitters…”

Karla was smiling while she was rubbing off the colorants from his body.

“Vadim was right, he’s really good with his coloring and the shadings are spot on. That kid can be a painter one day…”

“Yeah, if his dad won’t recruit him first.”

Karla freezes when she heard him.

“Why would you say that?”

“Karla, hey… that’s not what I’m…”

She finished cleaning him from markers and told him to take a shower. But he was not letting her off the bathroom counter, he was caging her with his body and demanded that she look at him.

“Our baby is not going to join your mob family, he can be anything he wants…”

“I’m not saying he would, Karla…”

“Okay,” she didn’t want to argue, a lot can happen before he grows up. Katla was being reasonable and decided to let the issue go.

“Okay?”

“Okay, go shower, I’ll order our dinner.”

“Karla?”

“Look, I’m tired Yegor. I love you, I don’t like…”

He cupped her cheek and kissed her.

“I’m sorry.”

She nodded leave him to shower and order their dinner.

“So, you think our kid will be a boy?” Yegor’s tattooed arm slithered to her waist as she was plating their dinner. He kissed her cheek when she rests her back to his front.

“Maybe, I don’t know. Maybe little mini-me would soothe your temper down.”

“I don’t have a temper, but she would definitely make me sit on her tea party with her dolls.”

“Can we?” she asked turning to face him and caressing his manly jaw.© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

“Can we what, Kiska?”

“Can we live in our little bubble? away from your world?”

“And how about your world?” he asked kissing her temple softly.

“At some stage, I will have to quit, the agency will ask and I can’t be discreet about the baby daddy. So, before that happens, I need to resign.”

“How about this week? I will hand down everything to Darko, and we can settle anywhere you want.”

“That was fast, we’re actually doing this?” she asked backing away to read his expression.

Karla puts her cheek to his chest and her hands wrap his back possessively when he looked at her and nodded.

Her heart was beating faster, she needed to hold him as she was sure that she heard he’d drop everything for her and their baby.

He didn’t even flinch, years of knowing him she knows he meant it.

“Yeah, let’s do this. You already took my pillow, might as well took my heart.”

She laughed at his cheesy line but feels all the butterflies and the love he has for her.

“Okay lover boy, let’s get through dinner first then we’ll resume our talk.” She grabbed his t-shirt and pull him down to peck his lips, but he holds her and demanded more. He was kissing her deeper, holding her neck in his strong hand, rubbing her throat with his thumb sexily while she moans louder to his demanding passionate kisses.

“We should… have dinner,” he stopped abruptly leaving her breathless and needy for more. He chuckled and pulled a chair for her.

“Sit, I’ll get the drinks.”

The couple spent dinner talking about their plans. Karla tried to set it aside for later but his enthusiasm was contagious to the point that they were still talking about it while Yegor insists on washing the dishes and she was to sit and enjoy his sexy backside while sipping her water.

“I know my boss is going to be pissed that I’m resigning while on training. They have…”

“Kiska, don’t worry about him just put your paperwork in order.” The mob boss calmly said as he put the last plate on the drying rack.

“I should’ve known. He’s on your payroll, isn’t he? Damn it, Yegor! You should be coming to us for safety, how can you get so big that you’re paying that high up the ladder?! Oh no… you’re in deeper aren’t you?” she puts her glass on the dining table when she felt as if she was hit by a ton of bricks.

That was the moment that she realized her years of hard work wouldn’t mean anything and that the mob boss knew all along that he’s untouchable.

“Kiska,” he knows her agency is a sensitive issue between both of them and that it’s a bomb that would blow up at any given time.

“All of my work, all these years that’s why you’re so calm. I can’t believe you’re playing me.” Her words were softer, and that’s when he knows he’s in deep shit.

Her rage and yelling are indications that he’s safe, but once she said her disappointment in a calmer manner that’s when he knows that he’s screwed.

“Karla, I’m not playing you. It has been set up long before I’m in charge.”

“That’s not the issue, I just found out that you knew all along that I could never win the battle. You could’ve at least given me the heads up. I know there’s a chance that you have men on the inside, but I did not expect… you know what? I’m calling my boss tomorrow and email him my resignation at the same time.”

Karla left him by the sink then she pet Gus and leave him too, she was not feeling her boys. That night she sleeps early and snuggled deeper to his pillow when she felt the desperation.

Her inside battles but finally falls asleep minutes later. With the first couple months of the pregnancy, she was told that she might get sleepy more often. Though she did not experience it in her daily life, but she does sleep earlier compare to her usual sleeping schedule.

Meanwhile, Yegor decided to give her some breathing room and check up on his men. It was an hour later when the mob boss looked at his fiance who’s hugging his pillow to sleep. And it didn’t take long for him to strip to his boxers and get under the covers with her and spoon her from behind.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” She mumbled in her sleep.

One of these days she’s going to shoot me.

His last thought pulled him to sleep within moments, cozily holding her in his arms and snuggling warmly under the covers.