Sentenced to Marriage by MadlainQ

Our little investigation I knew that he said he would risk me falling in love with him, but this was all happening too fast. There was a thunderstorm within my heart, emotions bursting out in every possible way. I couldn’t pretend any longer- I was in love with Aren Lan. I felt that the way he touched me had become different. If there had been any boundaries between us before, they were all gone at that moment. I was free-falling down the rabbit hole. I only hoped that at the end of that way down, Aren would be there to catch me… Even though I enjoyed my kissing session with Aren, the more I tried to move, the more I felt that I needed to get some rest. That day was an emotional roller coaster, and I felt that my brain had to put everything in the right order. This time, I was the one who insisted on sleeping separately. I knew that I was going to wake up stiffer than my Grandma had ever been, and I didn’t need Aren around to laugh at me. Besides, my level of exhaustion made me almost certain that I would fall asleep in the weirdest position possible and wake up with a completely drooled pillow. Unfortunately, my plan to restrain Aren from seeing me the second I woke up didn’t exactly work out… “Good morning, sunshine.” His warm and highly seductive voice forced me to open my sleepy eyes. He was sitting on my bed, his one hand stroking my hair gently and the other holding a cup of coffee. I lifted my head and realized that, as I predicted, I was glued to my drooled pillow. How embarrassing. This was the exact situation I wanted to avoid. “Why are you here?” I knew this wasn’t the kind of greeting he wished to hear from me, but if I had been more conscious at that moment, I would have been pissed.

“I was worried about you, sunshine. I made you breakfast, and I can carry you into the shower and help you wash if you want me to.” I didn’t fail to hear the tone of amusement in his voice.

I groaned painfully, trying to sit up in bed. I could feel every muscle in my body, including those I had never known existed. “I can manage,” I muttered.

“I won’t force you, beautiful. Just know that it’s past seven, and unless you want to take a day off, you should try to get up,” he said, placing a gentle kiss on my forehead. I merely grunted a “thank you” as I started to dig in the breakfast he prepared and brought me to bed. I might have acted like a bitch, but I still thought that it was his fault that I could barely move. Of course, I could appreciate the fact that he was caring, but I appreciated it inwardly, leaving him to taste all of my morning grumpiness. Unlike me, he was more cheerful and optimistic than I had ever seen him before, which made me curious to find out what put him in such a good mood.

By the time, I got into the shower cabin, I discovered another reason for my moodiness-my period, delightfully adding a stomachache to my stiffness and sore muscles. Yes, it was going to be a wonderful day… And yes, that was sarcasm. When I got to the office, I was in the perfect mood to kill everyone around me. That was why I decided to sit in front of my computer and focus my attention on the screen. I was committed to finding anything I could on Lester Packton, and, despite Aren’s and Jack’s warnings, I was

to do it even if I had to choose

to work as an undercover agent, infiltrating drug and weapons dealer gangs. Due to a personal request, he was then moved to work among the investigating squads in a few different FBI field offices around the country. Each time, the reason for his transfer had been marked as classified. As I dug further, I found out the same information that Aren told me about.

I muttered under my

the only one… Lester Packton had been accused of using unnecessary violence, harassment, and physical assault several times throughout his career, and each time the charges against

now…” I said, shifting my

were supposed to create a distraction, just in case, the system detected my breach. Using our code breaker that we’d designed for fun a few years ago, I got to the information about the cases against Lester Packton. It was easy to find one thing in common with all those

said, a wicked smirk crossing my lips. “I have all I needed

someone discovered which files were copied, not to mention that there was no chance that anyone could track us back. I could bluntly say that they could have found us only if

find everything we can on Francis Marshall, and what is his connection to Lester Packton, shall we?” I chuckled, glancing at the boys. We were all fired up, searching for anything that we could. After another hour of research, we could proudly call Aren and Neil to present what we had found.