He Was Hired to Kill Her… So Why Is He Hesitating Outside Her Father's Office?

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There you are, sweetheart… today was supposed to be the end.

The plan was simple:

Meet your father.

Keep it cordial.

Wait for the right moment.

And finally… do the job I was hired to do.

A clean kill. No loose ends. No second thoughts.

But if you’ve been paying attention, you know by now—nothing about you is simple.

Not for me. Not anymore.

💕 She Can Trip Over Anything… Even With a Bodyguard Watching

It all started with a polite knock at your door.

A gentle reminder from the man who was supposed to be your professional bodyguard—but let’s be honest, I’m the assassin hired to end you.

And then—thud.

Not a gunshot. Not a threat.

Just you… tripping over your own clothes like the clumsy heroine in that romance novel you’d pretend not to read.

“Be careful, love,” I say, urging you to hurry so we’re not late, trying not to chuckle at your antics. But while I’m saying it, I’m thinking about the real reason we’re going—to get you in the same room as your father.

So I can finally finish this.

✨ The Tallest Building in the City

As we pull up to his headquarters, I try to stay focused on the mission. But it’s hard when you’re chattering beside me about how impressive the skyscraper is, like this is a sightseeing trip instead of the setup for a hit.

The plan was:

Get inside.

Blend in.

Wait until we’re alone.

But the problem? I keep imagining you trying to walk up fifty flights of stairs if the elevator broke—and it’s not the job that makes me nervous. It’s the thought of you face-planting halfway up.

✨ Meeting the Big Man Himself

The elevator doors slide open. We walk down pristine hallways, stopping at a massive set of doors. I hesitate, asking if we should knock.

And then the damn doors swing open like a scene out of an ASMR roleplay fantasy.

Your father—the CEO—steps out, sharp suit, power stance, everything I expected… until he hugs you.

Not a polite handshake. Not a quick pat on the back. A full, warm, father-to-daughter embrace.

And then—before I can process that—he hugs me.

Sweetheart, I’ve dealt with mob bosses, politicians, and dangerous men in dark rooms. I’ve been met with suspicion, hostility, and fear. But never a bear hug from the man whose daughter I was sent to kill.

✨ Lunch Wasn’t Part of the Plan

I tried to decline. I really did.

Told him I didn’t want to intrude.

But somehow, I found myself agreeing to join you both for lunch.

And with every passing second, my plan felt thinner.

Holes in my resolve.

Cracks in my conviction.

Questions I shouldn’t be asking.

Why is he so kind?

Why are you so trusting?

And why, after all this time, am I hesitating?

✨ The Words I Couldn’t Say

When your father stepped out of the office, I thought—this is it. I’ll tell you. Not the whole truth, but enough to warn you. Enough to make you find someone who actually wants to protect you.

I opened my mouth. I took a breath.

And then I froze.

Because the idea of leaving you hurt more than the idea of staying.

Because looking at you, I didn’t see a target anymore—I saw the one person I couldn’t walk away from.

I was going to quit. I was going to walk out of your life.

But before I could say it—* * *

✨ The Shot

Glass shattered before the words left my tongue.

A shot from somewhere far away.

Instinct took over.

I shoved you down. Covered you. My mind already racing through exit routes, threat levels, countermeasures.

And in that moment, everything I’d been fighting against was crystal clear:

I wasn’t thinking about the payday.

I wasn’t thinking about the mission.

I was thinking about you. Keeping you alive. Making sure you walked out of here breathing—even if I didn’t.

✨ So Now What, Baby?

The job is complicated now. The lines between assassin and protector have blurred into something dangerously intoxicating. This slow burn danger I swore I’d never let happen? It’s already here.

I was sent to end your life.

And now… I’m not sure I could survive losing you.

Maybe I’ll figure it out tomorrow.

Maybe not.

But for today?

You’re still breathing.

And as long as I’m here, that’s not going to change.

💋 Daddy’s still watching.

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