Chapter 143: A Genuine Prodigy
When Alex awoke the next morning, he was not surprised to see that there were quite literally hundreds of text messages and voice mails left on his phone by his various women, all of which were seriously concerned for his safety. Alex simply responded with, “I’m fine. I will see you soon” in a group text, before getting out of bed.
He then stopped by Amahle’s bedroom to see that the young African beauty was still asleep. Thus Alex smiled, and nodded his head, before walking down the stairs of his mansion, where he proceeded to make the best breakfast the woman had ever tasted.
After all, though, he may have claimed her virtue the previous night. It was under dubious circumstances, and his affection was still at 1/100 with Amahle. Thus, Alex decided he would actually get to know the woman who had attempted to kill him and his mother over a nice breakfast.
And just as Alex finished the meal and served it on a plate, the woman descended from the staircase, dressed in a silk bathrobe. It was clear that she had just taken a shower. Despite the dirty and humiliating things Alex had done to Amahle the previous night, she was as calm as could be as she sat down at the table.
Alex noticed that the ebony beauty was inspecting the food he had prepared for her, as if perhaps it was poisoned. Which caused him to laugh, before taking a portion of her meal onto his own plate, and eating it in front of her to assure he had not done anything to her meal.
“Relax... It’s not poisoned. Eat up. You need some calories after last night’s workout.”
Though Amahle did not immediately trust him and instead began to sniff the coffee. Because of this, Alex was forced yet again to prove his innocence as he took a from the woman’s mug before she finally accepted his hospitality. Despite this, she continued to remain completely stoic, or at least she appeared this way, but Alex noticed he had gained points from her simply by making breakfast.
[Amahle is stunned that you made her breakfast which isn’t poisoned!]
[+4 Affection from Amahle!]
[Amahle’s Affection 5/100]
Alex smirked when he saw this message, and that the woman was enjoying the food he had made before commenting on it.
“No need to be in a rush. There is plenty more where that came from. I suppose after last night, some introductions are in order. I’m Alex, Alex Smith, though I’m sure you already are aware of that. I take it your name isn’t really Zawadi, so if you don’t mind me asking, who are you exactly?”
Amahle was hesitant at first to reveal her identity. Especially since this man had kidnapped her the previous night, and done horrendous things to her body. Which if she was being honest. She had wholeheartedly consented to, but only after Alex had sexually tortured her for hours on end without restraint or permission. But eventually she sighed heavily, and revealed her name to him, which Alex was already aware of thanks to the system.
“You can call me Amahle... So what now, Alex? The contract against you has been nullified. And despite the fact that Richard paid me, and several other assassins in advance, the woman you spoke to last night has made sure they won’t act on it.... Are you going to forgive me so easily? I mean, I find it hard to believe that you would cook a safe breakfast for me, after everything that has happened between us...”
Alex simply smirked in response to this, before lecturing the woman on her paranoia.
“As far as I’m concerned, what happened between us last night after I got rid of Richard wiped the slate clean. I consider us even now. So, I figured I’d treat you to a nice breakfast, and get to know the woman who attempted to kill me and my mother... How long have you been an assassin for?”
Amahle did not know why, but there was something charming about Alex that kept her better senses of reason from shutting her mouth, and thus she ate the eggs, sausage, pancakes, and hash browns while informing Alex about her past.
“I’ve been a freelance assassin for maybe three years now. Working across the globe for whoever is willing to pay the most. Before that I was a field agent for the NIA in South Africa. The job was fine, but the pay was shit. And I felt my skills were better off elsewhere. Had Richard not fumbled the bag so poorly, I would have sniped you and your mother from the Casino across the street. Never before in my professional career as an assassin have I bungled a job so badly...”
Alex smirked when he heard this, before comforting the woman over her failures, while at the same time, he poured her more coffee. And added another pancake to her plate.
“Don’t be too hard on yourself. I try my best to make myself hard to kill...”
So what now, Alex? I have been observing you for some time, and you seem to treat women very differently.... Am I a useless whore to be cast aside now that you have gotten what you wanted? Or are you actually willing to accept someone like me into your collection of beautiful women?”
Alex was surprised that Amahle was asking him this question, despite the fact that her affection for him was only 10/100. He knew a trick question when he heard one, and thus he masterfully maneuvered through the minefield, which was this loaded question in a way few men could.
“That would depend...”
Amahle did not seem pleased with this answer, and was quick to force an actual answer out of Alex, which was exactly what he wanted from her.
“Depends on what, exactly?”
Alex tried not to smirk, and instead he forced himself to wear a serious expression as he responded to the woman’s question with his true thoughts on the matter.
“That would depend on what you want? Do you wish to treat this as a one-night stand and go fuck off back to Mexico? Or do you want to stay in Vegas and get to know each other, and see where we might end up? Ultimately, the choice is up to you, not me...”
Amahle remained quiet for some time. The only thing Alex knew was that she had taken this statement positively, because the system alerted him to the increase in her affection.
[Amahle appreciates you giving her a choice in the matter of your relationship!]
[+5 Affection from Amahle!]
[Amahle’s Affection: 15/100]
Ultimately, the woman sighed heavily, before expressing the decision she had come to.
“La Madre wants me back in Mexico as soon as possible. So I can keep her at bay for at most two weeks, maybe a month, if I’m lucky. But anymore than that and she will get pissy. And trust me, you do not want that woman to get angry with you... After that, I’ll probably be gone for a few months while I help her with her war. But until then, I wouldn’t mind taking a brief vacation... Especially after the fiasco that this job turned out to be....”
Alex smiled and nodded his head when he heard this. It was the best he could ask for. Thus, over the next two weeks, in addition to his normal schedule, he intended to woo Amahle to the point where her heart was fully conquered. Thus, Alex extended an olive branch to the woman, one that she would be glad to make use of.
“That sounds like a plan to me! Alright, I’ve got to get back to the penthouse. Those girls are worried sick about me, and I need to help my mother with the funeral arrangements for that dick. Especially the matters pertaining to his will.
I sincerely doubt he had the time to cut my mother and sisters out of his will. And with Diabeto dead, they are the sole inheritors of the man’s estate. Undoubtedly there will be other vultures trying to get their piece of the pie, and I need to intimidate those fools into backing down.
So, in the meantime, feel free to use the mansion as your vacation home. I’ll probably be back sometime tomorrow, and since you’re still enrolled at UNLV under your alias, you might as well keep going. It’s not every day you get to enjoy the college experience twice in one life....”
Amahle nodded her head and smiled before accepting Alex’s offer.
“Thanks, I will do that. This place sure as hell beats that musty old motel I was staying at. As for sticking with my alias for the time being... I’ll think about it.”
With this said, the two of them had come to an agreement. One that would be the foundation of their relationship.