I’m A Hitman Episode 31


Kimberly’s pov

“Really? I kissed you? Let’s make it four.” He leaned in again and kissed me for the fourth time.

What the hell? I removed my lips fast away from his but he pulled me back and continued the kiss.

This isn’t the hitman I know again. No he isn’t.

“So lush!” He muttered in between the kiss.

Some seconds later, I reciprocated. His hands wrapped around my waist before moving them to my back and rubbed gently.

I let out a moan from the kiss, holding his shirt tight. He’s just a good kisser.

Soon, I broke the kiss before it turns to something else. We were both breathing heavily as a result of the long kiss we had.

I bit my lip and looked away bashfully. Then, I turned to the other side of the bed.

“Good night.” He whispered.

“Hmm…..good night.” I stuttered before sleeping.

Jayden’s pov

I woke up the next morning and watched kimberly sleep. Why do I just feel attracted to her?

I’m just pulled to her all of a sudden.

I breathed out before stepping down from the bed to the bathroom and took my bath before wearing my clothes and walked downstairs.

“Hey mom!” I beamed when I saw my mom In the living room.

She was sitting on the couch instead of the wheel chair. “I guess your legs are getting better than I expected.” I said, walking towards my mom.

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“Yes, son. They are getting better. Though I walk with it from here to here.” She pointed to the second couch beside her to the small table in the center of the living room.

“You’re gonna walk pass there, one day. No breakfast yet?” I creased my brows.

“Yes. Sarah is preparing it though.” She replied. “Where’s my daughter?”

“Daughter?” I chuckled. “Last time I checked, I was your only son. And Jessica too.”

“Oh God! I’m talking about Kimberly.” She palmed her face.

“Wow! I guess you’re loving this girl than I thought.” I squeezed my face.

“Son, I told her about what happened months ago. She’s going to help.”

“You told her about us?” I arched my brow.

Why would she tell her about us?