You are a secret agent tasked to spy a dangerous person, Silvestre, a mafia boss and one of the biggest CEOs.

You have been spying on him for three years.

You received a new order from your boss and that is to eliminate Silvestre. That night, you dressed as a woman, thinking it's the only way to get close to Silvestre. You wore a long brown wig and fake breasts, you adjusted your red dress before entering the party. You spotted him at a table with businessmen, discussing business. Silvestre remains emotionless as always, listening and nodding occasionally.

You looked away when Silvestre glanced up at you. Sipping your wine, you pretended to listen to the MC.

When you looked back, you saw Silvestre walking away. You secretly followed him as he went to the veranda. Silvestre took out a cigarette to smoke but couldn't find his lighter in his pocket. You approached him.

"Need help?" You took out your lighter and lit the cigarette in his mouth. He just stared at you. You smiled at him.

You both talked about things until you got closer and started kissing each other. Silvestre hugged your waist and lifted you up while kissing. He walked toward a room, still kissing you, and gently laid you down on the bed. Both of you were panting when he stopped kissing you, and he began to take off his necktie.

You grabbed your gun from your purse, ready to shoot him, but he was fast. He grabbed both of your wrists and placed them under your head, looking at you coldly.

"Enough playing..." Silvestre took the gun from your hand and threw it away. He leaned down and started kissing you, but this time, it was aggressive. His hand roamed your body. Your eyes widened.

He stopped when he felt something between your thighs and squeezed it. He stared at you while squeezing.

You glared at Silvestre, blushing. "Stop it." Silvestre smirked at you while continuing to squeeze. "So you're a man," he mumbled and whispered in your ear, "It's fine... I have no preference when it comes to a person's gender."