Our Last Transaction
By: Hxnnxhssi
A couple enjoying themselves under the full moon while imbibing hard liquor just to distress what happened to their whole day. There are a lot of images on the top of the table, and a lady had no notion about those pictures of one guy.
“What exactly do you mean by that?” ” a perplexed Freya inquired, her gaze falling on a photograph of one of Jefferson’s associates.
Deo Martin Mason, the current Chief Executive of one of the Philippines’ leading shipping businesses. Freya passed the photograph to her boyfriend, who was holding a glass of gin in his right hand.
“What is his problem?” ” a naive inquired of Freya.
“Do you want to take care of him?” he said to Freya.
Her expression couldn’t believe on her boyfriend, and thought that she was just franking of her boyfriend, but Jefferson stayed his coolness as he staring on his girlfriend who had doubts about him.
Freya giggled, and threw the picture back to the table. All of her wounds had healed, but her beauty remained, which kept her boyfriend in love with her.
“No way! Stop making jokes, Jeff,” a skeptic said.
Jefferson grinned and sat comfortably after that. “I want you to kill him naturally, so no one will know there was a murder,” he began to explain. “I knew you had the ability, and I have faith in you,” Jefferson added.
Her ears perked up when she heard words from her boyfriend she hadn’t heard in a long time; she was flattered by those comments, but Freya still had doubts, but when she looked at him, she saw nothing but seriousness.
“You want me to kill his lovely life on earth because of what he fucking done to you?” Freya inquired, curious to learn more about the situation before accepting her boyfriend’s offer.
She will not move unless she has a valid reason, thus she must first obtain information. Freya gets up from her seat and walks up to Jefferson, who is staring at her. She felt terrific because Jefferson had put his trust in her this time, and she was confident that he wouldn’t take those words back.
He took a sip from the shot glass, looked at Freya with glee, and then took his girlfriend’s hand to ask her to sit on his lap. They begin flirting in the quiet and expansive area of Jefferson’s house. Jefferson began teasing Freya’s lips. Because of the couple’s heat, a dark and chilly night begins to burn with flames.
“Let’s go upstairs,” Jefferson invited Freya, who couldn’t take his gaze away from her soft skin.
Freya was like a narcotic to him; once you’ve tried it, there’s no way out except to get addicted to her scent and presence.
“Who was Deo Martin before that? ” Freya inquired, her boyfriend continuing to touch every inch of her.
“Let’s chat about him after—” She closed her boyfriend’s lustful lips with her index finger.
“I want...