“You're stunning and fiery. That is exactly what I am looking for.” Agent Isleen could feel his hot breath brushing across her face as he said those words. She glared him down, daring him to say anything else.

But that didn't stop him from taunting her. Instead, he caressed her hair tenderly, his touch shooting lightning through her entire existence. These were once the hands that held Agent Isleen tightly, but she no longer feels the spark that she once had whenever she was with him.

Things have changed now. She doesn't want to be associated with him again.

Never, ever.

After everything she'd been through, she vowed not to see his face again. All countless sleepless hours spent weeping about how pitiful she was for falling for him. And it was difficult for her to move on at the time since he was a billionaire who was always appearing on television shows, magazines, and practically anyplace. She had to look at him all of the time.

However, as time went, she got stronger. She is certain that she will not repeat the same mistakes. And she's only doing it because her superiors assigned her to it. She might have declined, but Agent Isleen never says no.

“You know, I can buy you.” He interrupted her thoughts once again.

What he said almost made Agent Isleen gag. He has not changed at all. Arrogant and self-assured. He's the same.

She gave him a sidelong glance. “This is a problem with affluent guys; do you believe money can buy you anything?”

“Yes,” he said, raising his brow. What is it that isn't?”

“I'm not sure,” she shrugged. Perhaps it's love? “Happiness?”

“That's nonsense,” he mocked.

She stood up and took her bag with her. "That's right. Don't ever tell me you can buy me because I will murder you the next time. No, I'm not joking.”

He only smirked. “Can you tell me about your mission?” You're not going to go like that, are you? I have a few more proposals to make. You're even welcome to live with me. I can arrange for you to be her helper or bed warmer.” He provided the offer.

His bed warmer? Horrible. “No way. She has her own set of rules.” She said something in response.

"Are you sure? I knew you were looking for something from me. It might be data...my body...or my heart...” He got off to a stuttering start.

“Figure it out yourself, rich man,” she said as she shook her head.

She removed his trousers and placed a rag over his lips while tying his body to the hotel chair. She smirked and replied, "See you later." She heard him scream a curse behind me, but she simply smiled at him and fled via his window, leaving his door closed.

Aiden Keane, you've just begun. She’d already buried her memories, as well as her old self, with you. It's now or never. Agent Isleen pondered her thoughts.

But first, She’d want to explain what happened before things got this bad.

*********Five Years ago***********

Dating has always been strictly prohibited for Cypher Agency field operatives, especially those working secretly. It's an unwritten norm, an agreement that all agents are familiar with. If they breach it, they will pay a high price.

However, for a long time, there have been rebellious agents who have disobeyed this norm.

Agent Isleen, for example, wanted to risk everything when the rich CEO of Makarov business requested for her identity. She was powerful and furious, yet she allowed him to see her. He is an unstoppable force.

Agent Isleen was there on another assignment. She went undercover as a waitress in one of Germany's top five restaurants to investigate a murder case involving one of the restaurant's employees. However, the CEO of the Makarov firm was located near the restaurant.

Their first meeting took place during the CEO's lunch hour. She served him and had known him since the billionaire's name was plastered all over the world, with the media, newspapers, and magazines putting his face everywhere.

Makarov, Aiden Keane CEO of the Makarov Corporation, has operations all over the world. From automobiles to jewels to technology, his name is unmistakably emblazoned all over the world. He was known as the wealthy bachelor, and he was feared by practically everyone and pursued by foes. Every lady was swooning over him; he's the ideal man. He had it all: looks, fortune, and power. However, he is renowned as the rigid, haughty, and solemn CEO. So yet, no lady has met his expectations. No one could match him.

“Guten Tag, Herr. Was möchten Sie haben?"

(Sir, good afternoon. What do you wish to have?) She inquired in German, since she had been studying the language for some time.

Aiden, the CEO, was preoccupied with his phone and didn't hear her. She waited in silence, her gaze following him. When their gazes connected, his deep pair of ocean eyes appeared to drown her. He was dressed in a suit, but his muscles were visible under it. His veins were apparent in his hands. And his jaw was razor-sharp enough to cut through anything.

She couldn't help but wonder what it would be like if he suffocated her with his hands. How would it feel if his lips were pressing against hers...

Her filthy ideas were strewn throughout the place. She couldn't help but stare. He's quite attractive. He's stunning. It's also really hot. She cracked a grin. She's always had a good eye, and when she thinks someone is gorgeous, she's referring to someone who is her type. The media had done him no honor, especially now that she had seen him in person. He had the appearance of a Greek god.