The daughter of a CEO is an undercover secret agent who falls in love with a former ex-boyfriend who turned into a wanted man.


3. Dad's Pre-Approved Date

It had been three weeks since my dinner with Dean. Henderson was upset that I haven’t found any new information on Dean. Repeatedly, I have apologized to Henderson. Of course, he wasn’t accepting any of my apologies. I can’t blame him. If he knew I was going on a date with a criminal whom I had a dating history with, a part of me would be unable to call him in for question. Tristan was suspecting something was going on between Dean and I. He had brought up the mention of getting lost in Dean’s eyes would stir up old feelings for him. I hardly doubted that the fact was true. There was one other person who understood me more than Dean himself, and that was Nate. He was the one friend who was there when I had broken up with Dean. He was there to help me with my decision to date Tristian years later. Tristan was fueled by jealousy. I don’t know how to go to him for advice. “Have you spoken with Dean at all?” asked Nate. The two of us were at his two-bedroom apartment. Currently he didn’t have a roommate since he had kicked out the last one.

I took a sip of my coffee. “No, not since our date. I don’t know what he’s been up to. Maybe Tristan is right. Maybe I’m letting all of my old feelings for Dean get in the way of my mission.” I looked down at the steaming cup. I preferred to have coffee with a bit of creamer. I never liked the bitter taste of just plain coffee. Nate had to agree with Tristan about losing sight of the mission. Guess he feared for the safety of my life. I’m not going to lie. It’s a definite risk going out on dates with a wanted criminal. There was something about Dean that made me forget about him being one. There was still a part of me that believed that he was different. Though I’m skeptical about him being a changed man. A knock sounded at the door. Nate quickly got up and said that must be his new roommate. I remember the roommate before the last had tried to flirt with me. Even though he wasn’t a bad looking guy, I was happily taken. “Sorry, I was in an argument with my brother.” said the man. Nate invited the man in by briefly mentioning to put his stuff in the extra bedroom. I heard the front door close, and then Nate returned to his seat beside me. “New roommate already?” I asked, surprised.

“Lex, it’s been six months since the last one.” answered he. I nodded slowly and took another sip before Nate’s new roommate decided to join us. I almost choked on the sip I had taken when I saw him. Nate’s new roommate stood around 6’4 with semi-long brown hair and had a bit of an athletic build. He had the same green eyes as Dean. “Lex, this is my new roommate, Sam.” Nate began to introduce us. Sam? That name sounded familiar. Sam looked at me, and I could tell that he recognized me. It was Dean’s younger brother. He has grown up so much since the last time we saw each other. “Alexis David, how long has it been? Ten years?” Sam’s smile always brought a smile to my face. I stood from my seat as he reached out to give me a hug. Honestly I was a bit overwhelmed with seeing him again after so long. I remember at some point that I used to be taller than him. “You’ve grown.” I teased him when we pulled away. Nate was not surprised that I knew Sam. He didn’t make a comment.

“What have you been up to?” Sam and I took our seats. I told him that I have been working for my dad. As it turns out, Sam has been going to college here at UNLV. All this time, I could’ve visited him on campus. I was unsure of telling him about my job as a secret agent. After all, it has been years since the last Sam and I have spoken with each other. “What have you done before starting college?” I asked him. Sam said that during high school he and his brother would be working part time in their dad’s mechanic shop. Sam jokingly said how it was funny to have their dad be a mechanic that was once enlisted in the Marines. When I did start to ask about his brother, Sam immediately tensed up. I assumed that talking about his brother was a difficult topic. “I haven’t heard from Dean in… ten years. Dad was furious when he found out my brother ran away from home to live with our mom. You see, our parents divorced and Dean was very close with our mom. When our parents passed away, there was no reason for Dean to come home. I went off to college, and he went off doing God-knows what.” said Sam.

“Didn’t realize you two know each other.” Nate entered the room to join us. He must’ve been feeling a bit out of place since Sam and I were busily reconnecting. I explained to Nate how I met Sam when I was younger. Of course, it was during the days when I thought Dean was actually good. It was before he had turned to the criminal lifestyle. I’m sure Sam wasn’t too happy to see his brother being mentioned on television as a wanted criminal. No way was Dean a murderous person. He never showed any signs to want to kill anyone, so why would the FBI be interested in his case? Sure he had a long rap sheet that could spread from Nate’s bedroom to the front door. But I doubted that Dean would even think to kill someone for revenge. I always meant to ask him about how his parents had died but I seem to bite my tongue every time the thought crossed my mind. “Well, I have to go. I’ll see you at the party Nate.” My dad was throwing an office party. Hours Sam’s arrival, I had asked Nate to accompany me because Tristan would be out of time. Nate knew my true reason. I wanted to avoid Dean as much as possible. If I ever crossed path’s with him, I probably would’ve asked him right away without any hesitation. Sam and I exchanged numbers before I headed for the door.

As soon as I closed the door behind me and got into my car, my phone rang. I picked up and answered. “What are you doing Friday?” asked Dean. I don’t know what it is, but his voice always made my heart flutter. I shouldn’t be feeling this way, especially about an ex. I should be feeling this way about Tristan. In all honesty, the butterflies and heart flutters went away after my two-year anniversary with Tristan. Although we have been dating for seven years, I just didn’t feel the same spark like I used to when we first started dating. Does the feeling really go away after that long of being with someone? To answer that question, it has been 10 years since Dean but he still gives me those feelings. I’m not sure if this was due to that sweet date we had three weeks ago, or it was old feelings finally making their way back into my mind. “I’m working.” I started the car. Hopefully I sounded irritated enough to make Dean think that I wasn’t interested in him. He could see right through me. It’s difficult to mess with a guy that’s known me for so long. “I’m pretty sure your dad gave you the extra day off for the company party.” How did he know about the party? Dean added that he had called the office earlier to ask about my address. Should I label him as a stalker now? “Are you going with anyone?”

“As a matter of fact, I am. I’m going with Nate.”

“You sure you would want him as a date? I had a wonderful lunch with your dad today. He said he’d call you once you and I are done talking.” What is his motive? Dean has become so unreadable these days. I remember I knew exactly what he was thinking just by the facial expressions or the fluctuation in his voice. “Well, I’m done talking with you.” I said flatly. Before Dean hung up the phone, he told me that he’ll be seeing me at the party. Was that his way of leaving me confused? It worked, that’s for sure. As soon as Dean hung up the phone, my dad was calling me. I had no choice but to answer the phone and hear his great idea of going to the company party with Dean instead of Nate. I wonder what my mom would say. Probably she would want me to go with Nate, and then my parents would get into some argument about how I’m an adult and can make my own choices. “I’ll let you think about it hun.” said dad before he hung up. I drove home and saw that Tristan had left me a note saying he was out with a few friends. I crumpled the note and threw it away in the trash.

I contemplated about whether to call Nate and tell him that I was deciding to go with Dean to the party instead. I hated hurting his feelings, but I could hear how happy my dad was through the phone. I still couldn’t believe that Dean got to my dad first. I called Nate anyway to tell him about what Dean had done. “We can always hang out another day.” I could hear the disappointment in his voice before ending the call. I hated how Nate and I have been so close, especially since we met in high school. Though, I realize that in these last three weeks that Tristan has been distant. Is it because he’s assuming that I’ll go back to Dean? It’s not likely I will. I have yet to tell Henderson about Dean and take him in, but do I want to? Henderson didn’t give me a deadline. Maybe at the end of the year I’ll take Dean in, which means I have a little over a month left to do so. For now, I have to focus on what to wear.

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