Lies and Love

Chapter 29

Monica walked back in the house. She still had a hunch that she wasn't going to return from this trip. She didn't get the feeling the whole night, until she walked back in the house. She pressed her earpiece to see if Mark was still on.

"Mark? You still there?"

"Go ahead." Mark's voice rang in her ears.

"I just wanted to make sure I wasn't alone..." Monica said quietly.

"You alright?"

"For the moment... I don't know... I just have a bad feeling."

"Still? I told you to forget about it. It's wrong."

"I hope so... But if not, please, take care of my parents and make sure Monkey gets back to her parents... Are you recording?"

"No... why?"

"I want you to record this... It's my will..."

"Monica..." Mark started.

"Mark please. I don't want the state to take my ranch and kick Monkey's family off."

"Ok... It's on."

"I, Monica McMahon, an agent for the United States government, do hereby bequeath all my real estate, and livestock to Patrick and Samantha O'Hara. My clothes and most of my material items, I also leave to them. My jewelry I wish to be given to my mother and father. My china plates and dining room sets I wish to be given to my brother Shane and his wife Trish. My grandmother's locket, which is in a safe under my bed, I wish to be given to Mark Calloway, and the pearls to Monica O'Hara. My bible I wish to be buried with. That's all."

"Why not give the locket to your mother or Monkey?" Mark asked, choked up.

"I want you to have it. I... I love you..." Her end when dead.

"Monica? Monica?!" Mark asked worriedly. He didn't know, that Monica had been hit on the head, by Kim Il Sung.

"My dear, dear Monica..." Sung started. "You should know that I am a master at picking locks..."

Monica sat up slightly, rubbing her head, "Goodie for you."

"My dear... You have no idea just how lucky you are..."

"How do you mean?"

"Well, I find myself in a situation. You see, I find myself undeniably attracted to you, and well this creates two problems. Number 1, I have your sister, but that's not really a problem. Sluts come and go, no one will miss her. But my bigger problem is that I want you. I know you will not willingly go with me..."

"Wow, you must be related to fucking Sherlock Holmes." Monica said sarcastically.

"And, I can't threaten your life because you'd probably rather be dead than willingly go with me. So I propose a... how do you Americans put it, a "Happy Medium"? If you come with me... I won't kill your precious boyfriend, Mark, or that darling little girl."

Monica sighed, "Fine... But do you mind if I rest before we go? It has been one hell of a long week."

"Well no one knows that I have you, so I don't see why not. But you are going to be tied down."

"Whatever."

They walked into the master bedroom and Stephanie was still sitting on the floor. "Out." Sung ordered. Stephanie left the room.

Sung ordered Monica to lie down on the bed. Monica did as he ordered. He tied her hands and feet. His eyes roamed her body. He felt himself grow hard as he stared at her curves.

Monica noticed and thought quickly. As much as she would hate it, she could force herself to kiss him and perhaps get him to untie her. Then she could kick his ass.

Monica casually looked up at him, "Are you married?"

"Why?"

"Just wondering, for future reference." Monica said nonchalantly.

"I have never been married."

"Hmmm... what a shame. You know, since we are being honest, I always thought you were VERY hot... but I had to follow my orders. Perhaps, if we would have met on different circumstances things could be different."

"Why aren't you married?"

Monica smiled a fake smile, "I've only found one guy who had been able to out think and out maneuver me... I told my father, the day I found the guy who could control me, I'd keep him. To bad I was under orders to kill you."

"Are you still with the CIA?"

"Hell no... Those bastards tried to take everything from me."

"Then why are you here?"

"Kim, This was personal. That little girl is my god-daughter, and you had my parents."

Sung looked at her skeptically. "If you don't believe me, go to the CIA website and you will find I have been retired ever since Korea. I couldn't put up with the bullshit anymore." Monica justified.

Sung sat down next to her on the bed. "You are a very beautiful woman. Very different from your sister... I wish I could make up what I did to you..."

"You can... Don't make me wait for you any longer." Monica said seductively.

That was one offer Sung couldn't resist. He bent down and kissed Monica on her lush lips. Monica wanted to gag, but managed to appear to enjoy it. Sung deepened the kiss. His tongue roamed her mouth. She faked a moan and arched her breast into him.

His hands went under her and found the zipper in the back of her leather suit. He slowly unzipped the zipper and ran his fingers against her soft skin.

Monica kept trying to imagine that it was Mark doing this to her. She felt him try to pull the outfit off of her. "The ropes..." she said, as she faked her breathlessness. "Let me hold you..."

Sung grabbed his knife and cut the ropes. He was still on top of her, so Monica couldn't do anything. She felt his stiffness and realized that he was waiting to see if she was going to try to escape. She reached up and kissed him on his nose. She left a trail of butterfly kisses down his neck and began to unbutton his shirt. She felt him relax and she flipped him over and got on top of him. Her hair cascaded down her shoulders and surrounded her face. She gave a seductive smile to him and moved down. She acted like she was about to unbutton his pants. She grabbed the knife he had dropped on the floor and stuck it up to his throat in one fluid motion.

She wiped her mouth in disgust. She had never felt more violated. "Do you honestly think I would give in that easily to YOU of all people?" Sung was shocked. How could anyone arouse him like that and then become a complete bitch in less than a second. Monica heard the downstairs doors open and people ran in.

"Agent McMahon?!" Someone shouted.

"Up Here!"

Monica turned back to Sung. "I ought to kill you. But I couldn't put you out of your misery like that. After your prison mates get done with you, I doubt you will be able to sit."

Steven came running in the room. "You ok?"

"Yeah, Take this son of a bitch, before I kill him. I'm out of here."

"Alright."

Monica re-zipped her outfit and then went downstairs left to go to Mark.

Another chapter!!! I hope you liked it. I had a lot of fun with this one! Ha ha ha!! Well read and review!