Top Assassins Call Me The Lady Boss-Chapter 183: Tomorrow

Chapter One Hundred and Eighty-Three

Asli shut the door behind her with more force than necessary and leaned into it for a second, eyes closed, and her breath shallow. The night clung to her skin. She replayed everything, from her mission to their arguments. Ahmet’s voice still lodged somewhere in her chest. She was having too many thoughts and too many feelings she didn’t have time for.

She stripped out of her clothes and stepped under the shower, letting the water pound against her shoulders until it almost hurt. The heat didn’t wash anything away, but it steadied her hands. That was something. It felt good.

When she came back into the room, a towel wrapped tight around her head, her steps slowed.

Something sat on the bed. She could see that it was placed roughly and angrily.

Her gaze snapped up, scanning the room, every muscle tightening on instinct. The windows were locked. The door was still closed. No scent that didn’t belong. There was no sign of a struggle. Then, probably it was all in her head.

It may be her nanny, then. It had to be. So obviously it wasn’t placed on the bed angrily.

The tension slipped just a little. A smile tugged at her mouth before she could stop it. It was small, fleeting, and unguarded. She crossed the room and, without really thinking, she tossed her towel onto the bed, covering the object completely, as if it didn’t deserve another look. As if ignoring it. She didn’t need it. Just because she knew she wasn’t pregnant.

Disappointment was tucked in her chest but she disregarded it as soon as it came. She crossed to the desk, fingers already reaching for the files. She needed the familiar rhythm; mark the next mission, review the designs, and drown herself in work until the noise in her head went quiet.

She didn’t get the chance as a knock sounded. Before she could respond, the handle turned.

Cold slid down her spine, sharp and instant. Every muscle locked, and every instinct screaming at once. The air in the room shifted, heavy, oppressive, and she knew. She didn’t need to look back.

What was he doing here?

He never came to her apartment. And on the rare occasions he did, he never crossed this line. He never entered her bedroom before.

"How was your mission?" he asked. That was new. He had never asked her this before.

"Sir." She called out as she stood to face him. "It went well." She took a few steps towards him. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

"I believe," he said, "you are prepared to face your enemy."

Her heart stuttered. Once. Twice.

So this was it. The moment she had been raised for. Trained for. Conditioned to want. And yet her chest tightened, something uneasy pressing against her ribs.

Prepared or being offered up. She hadn’t finished answering when he walked past her and straight to the bed.

Asli’s breath caught.

He sat down, uninvited, and unhurried, as though the room... her space, belonged to him by right. The mattress dipped under his weight.

Her heart skipped violently, slamming against her ribs as if trying to escape.

Because the bed wasn’t empty.

And suddenly, the room felt too small to breathe in.

She began. "Sir..."

His hand paused midair.

She hated that pause more than anything. The way his gaze slid to her, sharp and knowing, as if he’d felt the shift in her energy, the fracture in her obedience.

"What is it?" he asked mildly. This was also a first too.

"Nothing," she said too quickly, then steadied herself. "I wasn’t expecting you."

A corner of his mouth twitched. It was not a smile. It was something colder.

"I don’t announce myself," he replied. His fingers brushed the edge of the towel.

Her lungs burned. If he lifted it... if he saw...

He didn’t.

Not yet.

Instead, he leaned back slightly, his eyes never leaving her face. It studied her. Measured. As if he already sensed there was something in the room that didn’t belong to him anymore.

And that, more than anything, terrified her. Her pulse roared in her ears, loud enough to drown out her thoughts. Her gaze flicked again too fast, too obvious, and toward the bed.

The towel.

The towel still covered the item.

Did anyone see her nanny?

The question hit her like a blow. She pictured the older woman at the pharmacy, hunched and careful, glancing over her shoulder before paying. And then a man watching her from behind.

Her skipped.

Had anyone been watching? One of his men? One of the countless men her father had. Had someone followed her back and reported it?

Asli forced herself to stay still. To breathe evenly and to keep her face blank.

He was still sitting there, close... too close. His presence pressed against her skin, heavy and suffocating, as though the walls themselves were listening.

She swallowed, her throat dry.

His hand kept touching the towel as if he knew something was underneath it.

If he lifted that towel... If he so much as saw it...

Her fingers curled slowly into her palm, nails biting into skin until the sting grounded her.

"Don’t tell me all these years you are still not prepared. What have you been doing?" her father’s voice cracked through the room, sharp and unforgiving.

Asli straightened at once, her spine snapping into place like muscle memory taking over. She didn’t hesitate. And neither did she allow the tremor clawing at her chest to reach her voice. "I am ready, sir."

She kept her eyes on his face, willing him to read obedience there and nothing else.

"Good." He leaned back slightly, his weight sinking more into the bed, the mattress dipping dangerously close to where the towel lay. Her breath hitched, just once. "Mobilize our men. Take as many as possible."

He stood, finally, the pressure lifting just enough for her lungs to work again.

"You move tomorrow morning."

Tomorrow.

The word echoed in her head, heavy and final. Asli nodded once, the motion precise and controlled.

"Yes, sir."