The very fact of a relationship with Leon did not seem repulsive to you, on the contrary, you wanted to show him love.

You wanted to be different, you wanted to be exceptional for him, the one who would do what no one else would do for him. The agent was surrounded by love and tried to respond in kind, however, he could not understand what it was like to love.

The hope of building trust grew stronger every day, and then collapsed at one point. Kennedy was often late at work, which you didn't like at all. You were jealous because there are enough girls around him making eyes at him. Once he gave a ride to his colleague who lives in a nearby apartment building, and you noticed when she got out of the car. Quite often, you could just stand at the window and look out at your lover's car.

That same evening, you managed to anger even Leon, who knew how to restrain himself. The warm coffee soaked his chest and just grazed his chin when you threw it at the agent in a fit of irritation. Something flew off the table after the mug, expressing all Scott's boiling emotions. And such quarrels began to occur more often. It was like love had been replaced by anger and contempt.

Your heels are aggressively tapping on the restaurant floor as you walk out. Grabbing your outerwear, you flew out of the building when a man's hand tightly wrapped around your waist and pulled you to him with a painful jerk. You remembered that grip perfectly well.

"You're going to hug your easily accessible girls like that, but don't you dare touch me," the tart smell of men's perfume reached your receptors when Leon turned you around to face him. "Mm, you're going to tell your colleagues at work when they next call you to 'have a cup of coffee with them,'" the muscles played on his cheekbones. You raised your hand to slap him, but the fingers of his free hand gripped your wrist. "Don't you dare do that," Kennedy said with pauses. His eyes studied yours and something warm flashed through them. "It's better than a day ago, isn't it?"