New Life : A Second Chance

Kyle walked normally, not showing any indication that he knew he was being followed. As he turned the corner of the building, he grabbed the rope that was already there and scaled up the wall quickly, blending in the shadows.

He was literally just sitting vertically on the wall, using the rope as help to keep him straight. He watched in silence as some of Randall\'s men walked by within seconds of him hiding. They started shouting in panic, going in several different directions.

There was one that looked up, and Kyle leaned back further even though he knew that there was no way he could be seen. It was just too dark.

Indeed, the man just glanced by, not even focusing on anything in particular.

Kyle watched as the area was soon cleared of Randall\'s men. He waited another five minutes before finally making a move. He continued going up the building and looked ahead to the left.

The buildings here were linked, thus Kyle could jump from one building to another for several blocks undetected.

Once he reached the end of the line, Kyle scaled down the wall. Taking the clothes he had hidden, he changed out of his disguise and walked out normally, joining the crowd.

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Upon reaching his room, Kyle went straight to the bathroom and took a long, hot shower. He closed his eyes as he looked up towards the shower head, letting the hot water droplets stream down on his face.

The mission had been successful and he had gotten all the information that he needed. He didn\'t even need the extra days to go back and gather more intel. Randall had, surprisingly, known of all the secrets in the organisation. If it hadn\'t been for the truth serum, Kyle would have thought he was lying.

Kyle sighed inwardly, recalling that expression on Randall\'s face when he left.

He could see the genuine fear in Randall\'s eyes. Fear of losing him. The intensity of that hit Kyle in a way that he didn\'t think possible. Kyle was feeling slightly guilty at that, and he had to keep telling himself that Randall wasn\'t an angel.

He was involved in activities that would curl your toes.

Still, he wasn\'t that bad a person, really. He simply did what needed to be done. Big Bro Nic\'s empire was in the way of that. It wasn\'t anything personal.

Well, at least he gave Randall the fake memories of mind-boggling sex. Kyle shuddered a bit when he, himself, remembered how skillful Randall\'s mouth had been.

In his past life, he wasn\'t quite keen on giving his spouse such a treatment.

Partly because he could never quite control the gag reflex, and partly because ... well, let\'s face it. Sperm doesn\'t taste nice. Having it squirt deep in your throat is one thing, then having that taste stuck at the back of your throat ...

Randall not only could take it all, he actually could take it so deep in his throat.

Kyle shuddered, his body reacting already.

Urgh.

Kyle sighed again and took Kyle Jr in his hands. Damn it.

If the person he marries was anything like him in his past life, then it\'s best he never gets another BJ again. It would be like settling for spam when you can have ham.

Once done, Kyle went out of the shower. Seeing all the love bites on his chest, he shook his head again. Looks like turtleneck sweaters for the next week or so, or until the lovebites fade away. He certainly could hide it with make-up but it was just so troublesome.

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"What do you mean, he disappeared?!" screamed Randall.

What could they say? He just did! One minute, they were following him and the next, he was gone. They had looked for over an hour but there was no sign of him and finally, they had to return to face the music.

"Go check the CCTV," Randall growled to another person, "Distribute his picture to all our men. Find him. Bring him back to me."

Once everyone left, Randall sat down at the sofa again, wincing a bit at the shot of pain that hit him as his butt hit the cushion.

If he had known that bird would fly away so fast, he would have clipped his wings from the start. Well, it\'s not like it\'s too late.

Once he captures that little mischevious bird of his, he\'s going to make sure he stays.