Dallas didn't pull it out after shooting, his flaccid penis was buried inside. Both of them were sweating profusely, but Dallas didn't mind and kept hugging her.
Averi is so tired that she can't breathe into him.
She slept soundly, and the alarm clock rang four or five times before reluctantly opening her eyes. Extend an arm from behind and help her mute her phone.
After a moment of confusion, her thinking ability slowly returned to its original state, and her memory of last night also revived. She remembered him saying... love her?
Averi continued to close her eyes because she didn't know how to face him.
"Are you awake? "Dallas lightly kissed her cheek." Does it hurt?"
Averi muttered to herself, "As if I wouldn't be in pain after what you did."
She didn't speak, but her eyelashes were moving and she was clearly awake. Dallas was unsure whether she was angry or simply drowsy, so she quieted down somewhat clumsily.
He was thinking about it when Averi slowly opened her eyes, but she didn't look at him and immediately lifted the blanket to take a look.
It's said to be a blanket, but it's actually a bedsheet.
Dallas changed the sheets, but because the mattress was also wet in a large area, he couldn't lie down, so he held her and squeezed her to one side. Half of the new bed sheets are made into sheets, and the other half are rolled up to cover the two people, like sleeping bags.
His gaze touched the water stain, and Averi awkwardly fell back into Dallas' arms, grabbing his nipple.
The bedsheet slipped, revealing the neck and half of the snow-white breast, covered in kiss marks.
When Dallas saw her like this, all his anger melted away. Though he felt guilty, he couldn't help but feel a sense of relief.
It wasn't until he was swollen that Averi let go. Looking at the engorged little flesh, she suddenly felt a little sorry again. She leaned in with her lips and kissed Dallas a few times, making his chest rise and fall.
"Averi, "he whispered to her, lifting her face.
The gaze remained as direct as when they first met. At that time, she never could have imagined that one day this man would lie in her bed, looking at her with a completely different, direct gaze, and make her lose control...
As soon as she thought of this, her face turned unnatural and she was about to say something when Dallas spoke up before her: "Averi, no one has come to the airport to pick me up before, and I never thought about it, so that's why I forgot to tell you." He looked at her seriously and said solemnly, "I didn't mean to surprise you, nor did I suspect you."
She hadn't expected him to bring it up so seriously. After looking at him for a while, Averi softly said, "Make sure you tell me next time."
"Okay." Dallas's gaze was so intense it nearly burned her.
Averi thought back to his "I love you," feeling her breath catch as she cautiously watched his expression.
Since he hadn't mentioned it again, it was probably just a moment of impulse. Besides, things men say at the peak of pleasure are hardly worth taking seriously.
Averi felt a quiet relief, but a faint sense of frustration lingered beneath it.
She decided not to dwell on it and changed the subject. "Are you leaving again after this?"
"I'm not leaving." Dallas pulled her close.
"Has your contract expired?"
"Something like that."
Averi understood. "How much is the penalty?"
Dallas replied simply, "I can handle it."
Averi lifted her head to look at him. "I'd be happy to lend you a loan." Her fingers traced lightly over his chest, teasing. "And if you feel bad about it, I can charge a little extra interest."
His fingers stroked her cheek, and he repeated, "I can handle it."
It was a matter of his pride, so Averi didn't press, even though she rather liked the idea of Dallas owing her. After a moment of quiet, Averi asked, "What are your plans now?"
Dallas had an answer ready. "I want to re-enlist. The military has been actively recruiting graduates with master's and doctorate degrees these past few years. If you have a degree, the enlistment age can be extended to thirty. I may end up in a teaching or administrative position, but I still want to go back." He paused and looked at her. "What do you think?"
Averi was surprised. "You're asking my opinion?"
This was his life, his career path. Only he could make that decision.
Dallas nodded, his expression firm. "I want to know what you think."
Averi's eyes grew warm, her gaze soft as she spoke each word clearly. "I think it's perfect, Dallas. I've always believed the military is where you belong."
Dallas felt his heart settle back into his chest. He hugged her tightly, as if trying to fuse her into himself.
Averi hugged him back. "Have you chosen a school?"
"My old school. A few professors are interested in my background, so as long as I pass the initial exam, I should be fine."
Averi replied as if it were obvious. "Of course, they're interested."
How many people had a background like his? Military academy, special forces, peacekeeping, a personal first-class honor, bodyguard work, mercenary. He'd experienced it all, both inside and outside the system.
Dallas looked at her with a deep gaze that made Averi pause, wondering if she'd said something wrong. But then he smiled, his sharp features softening, a rare gentleness in his expression.
Averi felt her heart flutter and smiled back at him. "What's going on?"
He shook his head, buried his face in her neck, inhaling her scent, and murmured, "Nothing."
More than the professor's approval, it was the subtle pride in her tone that made him happier.
After a while, they finally got up. As she took the clothes Dallas handed her, Averi noticed unhealed scars on his knuckles and asked, "How did this happen?"
"It's nothing, just scraped it during a mission."
Really?
Before she could get a closer look, Dallas pulled his hand away and changed the subject. "Are you hungry?"
Averi wasn't an expert on wounds, so her suspicion faded quickly. She went along with his topic. "Starving. You decide what to eat; I'll give Jordan a quick call."
As she turned to grab her phone, Dallas relaxed a little.
The moment he'd received the notice that the company was pulling out of Linia, the first thing he did was punch Jackson square in the nose.
During missions, he was the team leader, and personal feelings couldn't override the team. But now that the mission was over, he was free to act for himself.
Blood gushed from Jackson's nose, and he stood there, stunned, for a few seconds before shouting and lunging at him.
Dallas welcomed it, relieved that Jackson was fighting back—it gave him a good reason to keep swinging.
The others glanced over but didn't intervene; they knew Dallas's skill, and Jackson wouldn't get the upper hand. Besides, Jackson deserved it for making a racist remark. Finally, when Jackson looked truly beaten, Leon stepped in, saying a few token words to stop the fight.
Afterward, not only Leon but a few others also mentioned the background of the incident in their reports, helping to clear Dallas's name. This led Bluewater to summon him to M Country for a briefing. When they heard he intended to terminate his contract, they assumed it was due to this issue and offered several solutions to make him stay. After all, disciplined mercenaries like him were hard to come by.
Only Dallas knew that his anger came from that single word: "Bitch."
Don't give him that line about "Bitch" not being an insult anymore, or how a single rap verse could feature it multiple times. Anyone could be a bitch—anyone but his Averi.
