Devil in Miguel

By Pamela

I was about to leave my aunts house when I heard a huge explosion. I saw smoke and fire coming from this apartment building about a block away. I was curious to know what had happened, but I was late for work I got into my car and had started to leave when I noticed this man dressed in black with long curly dark hair come staggering up the sidewalk; he looked like he was hurt. He approached my car pointed a gun at me, "I want you to take me away from here, now!" he demanded.

"Okay! Get in. Please don't hurt me." He got into the car; I could see it in his face that he was in agony. "Should I take you to a hospital or something?"

"No! I don't want to go to no damn hospital. Do what I say and I won't hurt you." He sat back in the seat; he seemed confused and didn't know why we weren't moving and he looked over at me. "What the hell are you waiting for?" He was edgy, looking around to see what was holding us up.

"The fire engine, that is what." I directed his attention to it.

"Fuck the fire engine, I need to get way from here now!" he screamed.

"Okay, okay." He still had his gun pointed at me. I guess I shouldn't argue with a man with a gun. "Where are you staying?"

"I am staying at the Clarion Hotel," he said calmly.

As I was leaving I saw my Aunt Connie looking out her window and I just waved good-bye and drove off.

"Why did you do that? Who in the hell was that?' he snarled.

"My aunt, who I was visiting with this morning," I answered.

"What were you trying to do, draw attention to me so she would call the police, huh? Why are you irritating me? Damn it! I just asked you to help me and you have to keep pissing me off!" He sat back in the seat, holding his arm.

As I drove I was thinking this man is crazy and dangerous. "So, what happened to you?" I asked.

"I don't want to talk about it! I just had an accident. My worst enemy just tried to kill me." he replied angrily.

"Why would someone try to kill you?"

"I said I don't want to fucking talk about it!" He closed his eyes for a moment. "Just take me to my hotel."

"All right, calm down. Who are you? - If you don't mind me asking."

"My name is Miguel. I just need you to help me, that is all I am asking of you. I am in no mood to chitchat about this and I am upset because you ask so many damn questions! I don't care to answer them right now. I have a lot on my mind."

I was feeling a little bit nervous and wanted to be cautious. I didn't know if I could trust him or not. He was good-looking even with his hair all messed up and clothes torn and dirty. We finally made it to the Clarion Hotel. I noticed the police over at the Marriott Hotel, "I wonder what is going on over there?"

"Shit! How should I know?" he snapped.

We made it upstairs to his hotel room Miguel when in first and collapsed on the bed, moaning in pain.

"Can I help you or should I leave you alone?" He lay there with his eyes closed and I thought he was going to sleep, so I quietly walked towards the door.

"Please don't leave. I want you to stay," he said in a gentle deep voice.

I turned back to him he reached out his hand. "Come closer." He then pulled me onto the bed and kissed me. He released me and let out a cry "Fuck! My shoulder is killing me. I'm sorry I can't do this right now. I need some rest. Maybe later." He closed his eyes for a moment then looked at me. "What is your name?"

"I am Pam. Can I get you something for the pain?" I was trying to be concerned.

"No, I will be fine I want you to stay here next to me." He drifted off to sleep.

I didn't have a choice there was only one bed so I lay there next to Miguel. He sure was attractive with that dark hair and those dark eyes. He looked so peaceful when he was sleeping.

***

I woke up and discovered I was alone. I heard a noise coming from the bathroom I knocked on the door. "Come in!" he said in an irritated voice. I opened the door and found him in the bathtub with his laptop computer next to him.

"I hope you are not using that thing while you are in the bathtub?" I asked. "Who were you yelling at?"

"Don't tell me what to do, damn it! I had to check my messages and I am pissed off at my employer. They wanted something I couldn't get. I can never please them."

"Oh, well that is dangerous, you could electrocute yourself." Not that I really cared.

"That is the least of my worries." He was aggravated. "What the hell do you want?"

"Sorry, to bother you. I wanted to tell you that I was going down to the drugstore to get some things, okay?"

"I don't care what the hell you do. I just want to be alone for awhile."

"I will be back in a few minutes." There was something about him that I found irresistible; he needed someone to take care of him.

I forgot to take the key with me, so I had to knock and Miguel let me in. He had on sweatpants and no shirt. What a nice chest! I told myself to remain calm - I can't let him get to me. "How are you feeling? I bought this first aid kit so I can put something on your wounds."

"You shouldn't have gone to so much trouble. Have some breakfast." He went back and sat at the table. He was preoccupied with his computer.

"Thanks for ordering breakfast." I walked over to him at the table. "I just wanted to help you."

He looked up at me and said, "Do you mind not standing so close? I don't want you to know what I am doing."

"I'm sorry, I just wanted to look at your wounds. Why can't you relax for a minute?"

"Okay, let me close down my computer." He was irritated.

"Come into the bathroom so I can put this stuff on you." He followed without resistance. He had cuts, burns and bruises on his back, arm and shoulder. "What happened to you?"

"I can't tell you." He then grabbed my waist and pulled me towards him and gave me a tender kiss. He then whispered, "I don't mean to be grouchy, please forgive me." He pulled me closer, wrapped his arms around me and kissed me more passionately, making me dizzy. He looked at me and gave me a wicked smile and then went back to his computer.

I followed and sat across from him at the table and ate my breakfast. Watching him for a moment, "So what do you do with this computer?"

"I keep in touch with my employer. They give me assignments," he replied.

"To do what?" I asked. "What kind of work do you do?"

He looked at me with those dark sexy eyes, "I don't know if I should tell you. I know you won't like it."

"That's fine. I shouldn't pry into your business." I was looking out the window watching it rain.

"I terminate people and get paid for it." he said quickly.

"I thought you weren't going to tell me. What do you mean terminate?" I was confused.

He looked at me and said with confidence, "I'm an assassin." He had a twinkle in him eye.

"Why would you want to kill people for money?" I stared at him. I couldn't believe I was hearing this.

"Because I am an expert and there are bad people out there who need to be eliminated so they won't hurt others anymore." He seemed satisfied with himself.

"Why do you need to kill? Isn't that a sin?" I assumed he would have a conscience.

"I don't need you preaching at me, damn it! I am a professional killer and I have been doing this for a such long time, it doesn't bother me to kill. When the money is right I will do anything," he said with pride.

"Yes, of course." How can someone who is so attractive, be so deadly? "And you think this is a good reason to kill?" I was disappointed in him.

"Yes, I do." Miguel got up and lay down on the bed staring at the ceiling. Then looked at me with those captivating brown eyes; "I guess I shouldn't have told you. This is what I get for being honest with you."

I wasn't sure what to say I was confused and not sure how I was feeling. I stared at him and then turned away looking out the window. I couldn't believe what he had just told me. He seemed to have a split personality; one minute he is sweet and charming, then the next he is a cold-blooded killer. What was I going to do? I had to get out of there I didn't know if I could trust him. When I finally looked at him again, he was staring at me and I said, "I am going to leave, I don't feel comfortable being here with you. I am scared of you."

"Listen to me. Please don't be afraid of me I won't hurt you." He got up from the bed came over and gave me a powerful sensual kiss.

I pushed him away. "Stop it! I don't want you touching me." I stared at him my heart was pounding I found him exciting and enticing.

"Why? Don't you like it?" He looked at me with those hypnotic eyes.

"No I don't"

"You are lying. I can see it in your eyes that you want me. I am an expert at reading a persons eyes." He gave me this seductive smile.

"Yes I am lying. I can't do this since you told me that you were a killer."

"I see." He kissed me again, this time a French kiss with his tongue deep inside my mouth. I was completely aroused. He stopped for a moment and asked, "Should I continue?"

"Damn you! I can't resist you. Yes, I do want you!"

He pulled me out of the chair, and removed my T-shirt and then my bra. He began sucking on my breasts. He then removed my pants and underwear. He had his hand between my thighs, exploring, while his tongue was still playing with mine. I was begging, "Oh, Miguel! Don't stop! Please don't stop!"

He then stopped and said; "Now it is your turn." I removed his sweatpants I was surprised he didn't wear any underwear. "I don't like underwear, it is too restricting." He was so beautiful. He laid me down and entered me with such force, that he left me breathless But I soon recovered. We both climaxed and fully exhausted, fell right to sleep, holding each other.

***

When I woke a few hours later, Miguel was sitting at the table playing with his computer. I got up, walked over to him, put my arms around him and kissed his neck, and said "Thank you. I feel wonderful!"

"You are welcome." He kissed me and smiled. "Why don't you go take a shower and get dressed I need to talk to you about something important, okay?"

I took his advice the shower was refreshing but I wished I had some clean clothes. I sat on the bed and watched him for a moment; he is gorgeous. "Miguel, how much longer will we be staying here? I need to know so I can go home and change my clothes."

"You can leave, I didn't kidnap you," he said. "Actually I would like to have some time alone, but I do want you to come back."

"Okay I will go home and change. What if I don't come back?"

Well then don't. You will be missing out on dinner," he said with a charming smile. He came over and kissed me, "I am so glad to see you are not afraid of me anymore."

I hit him. "You are so annoying!" and then left.

I finally got back to the hotel and Miguel was waiting for me. Let's go for a drive."

"Where are we going?"

"I found this Italian restaurant down at the Waterfront Park I want to check out."

I let Miguel drive, he had gotten directions to the restaurant and he found it without any problem. We went in and he asked for a private table; he gave the man some money so he would get what he wanted. We sat down and I started looking at the menu; I noticed that Miguel was more interested in the newspaper that he picked up on the way in. "What is so interesting?"

"Oh, nothing."

"Okay." He was annoying me again. "What are you going to have for dinner? The waiter is coming."

The waiter asked for our order. I ordered spaghetti. Miguel quickly looked at the menu and ordered the seafood dinner and wine for both of us. He then went back to the article in the newspaper, smiling. "What is so amusing?"

"Just something that happened yesterday."

"Are you going to tell me?"

"Let me finish reading this and then you can read it, okay?" He gave me this irritating smile. "Oh, it looks like our dinner is here so you will have to read it later."

We finished eating and Miguel wanted to leave. "I thought you were going to let me read the newspaper?"

"Not here. Let's go for a walk I need to talk to you and I don't want anyone to hear."

"Okay." He took my hand and we walked along the Waterfront Park and found a bench he wanted to sit and watch the sunset or what was left of it. "Isn't this beautiful? This is one reason I decided to move here to Seattle."

"I have to tell you that I am leaving tomorrow."

"Where are you going?"

"I can't tell you that." I hope you will understand. "I have a new contract that pays quite well. I have an opportunity to terminate my worst enemy," he said while looking out into the darkness.

"The one who tried to kill you?" I asked.

Looking at me again, his eyes were cold and dark. "Yes, he is the one who blasted me out that damn window and caused all of these wounds on my body." He was furious.

"I think you enjoy this way too much," I said jokingly.

"I like the challenge, and if I succeed in killing him I will be the best. It will be a pleasure to bring him down," he said with a devilish grin, as he looked around the park.

"Is that all you care about? Getting revenge? Sounds like a game to you."

He looked at me again. "No, this is not a game but I do want to pay back the hell that man has caused me. I only met him a few weeks ago."

"How did you meet?"

"We both had gotten the same contract. I beat him to it and he was pissed off that I killed his mark. And then it happened again a few days ago. He has something I want and I will get it. Whatever it takes," he said with confidence.

He finally handed me the newspaper. There was a light nearby so I could read it. "Okay, how are you involved?"

"I killed those Dutch buyers and a few others who got in my way."

"Why?" I asked.

"They were buying a disk full of stolen data." His eyes were unemotional while telling me this. "Actually I don't know what was on the disk. All I know is I was supposed to intercept the deal and get this disk. Then my competition arrived and spoiled everything. There is a bitch involved who was actually my mark; she is the one who has the disk and they have ran off to another country. I have to go get it back," he said with passion.

"I don't know why I am so shocked with everything you have told me. I can't believe this is really happening; you only see these things in movies." I was staring out into the darkness, thinking about all he just told me. "Why are you telling me this? I could go to the police and report you?"

"No you won't, and if you do I will come back and pay you a visit. I don't want to hurt you," he said with a threatening stare.

"Okay." That sure didn't make me feel any better. "Well I guess this will be good-bye. My boss is probably wondering where I have been the past two days. I was on my way to my job when you came along."

"I'm sorry, I am grateful to you for you helping me." He put his arm around me and kissed me. Then he said in a soft t alluring voice, "Please stay with me tonight. I need to be with you."

The next morning he woke me, he smelled so good! I opened my eyes and he was dressed and ready to go. He was gorgeous, dressed in a black outfit with his hair pulled back from his tanned face. "Come on and get up. I need you to take me to the airport. I ordered room service so you can eat."

"Okay, I don't want you to be late for your new job." I was trying to make a joke out of it. "Do you have an airline ticket?"

"I called and bought a ticket yesterday and I have an reservation on a noon. flight. I could have gotten an earlier one, but I wanted to spend the morning with you."

"I wish you luck." I gave him a hug.

"Thanks, I will need it." He was searching the room for anything he might have missed.

"Will I see you again?"

He looked at me with those hypnotic eyes and said, "My dear, with my kind of work I am always on the run, traveling all over the world, not knowing who I will meet and what kind of trouble I can avoid. I don't make commitments. I never know where I will end up next; and it is difficult to keep any kind of relationship. So, I doubt it if I will ever see you again. Let's get going, I don't want to be late.

We drove to the airport in silence, parked the car and sat there for a minute. "It looks like we are early, we have time to do this..." He pulled me towards he and gave me a long deep passionate kiss. He then said, "I never thought I would feel like this. I am always in control."

I noticed the gun under his arm. "You can't take that gun on the airplane, can you?"

"I have a permit that allows me to carry a weapon," he said.

We walked to the terminal. I was feeling sad and unsure what to say, I hate good-byes. The plane was boarding and so he had to go. I gave him a hug and whispered, "I love you." He just smiled and went to board the plane. I watched as the plane left the terminal and taxi down the runway until I couldn't see it anymore. I was crying as I walked back to my car. I went home to get cleaned up for work. I couldn't believe what happened to me; these past two days felt like a dream, but I know it wasn't because I found some roses sitting on my counter with a note that said, "Thank you for helping me. Love Miguel."