Chapter 19: The Assistant Who Came Knocking

"All bullseyes!"

The scorer's voice rang out through the intercom. From a distance of 25 meters, 10 shots at moving humanoid targets, 10 rounds, all bullseyes!

Even Thomas, the gold-medal coach of the club who had won several shooting competitions in California, could only achieve this score by sheer luck.

Yet, Wayne could consistently hit that mark.

"You're amazing, Wayne!" Hannah couldn't help but praise him, enthusiastically offering him a sports drink.

"Thanks!" Wayne flashed her a slight smile, and for a moment, Hannah found herself breathless, a fiery glow igniting in her eyes.

This was, after all, the most prestigious shooting club in Los Angeles. Although its clientele was divided into different levels, there were no special services offered.

But Wayne was just too handsome.

By the second day of his visit to the club, the burly, bear-like, bald-headed coach who had been training him mysteriously developed a stomach bug and couldn't come. He was promptly replaced by the club's most attractive female coach standing before him.

"The only thing you're missing now is real combat experience," Hannah said.

The gene-enhancing serum Wayne used had strengthened him in every aspect. Not only had it greatly enhanced his physical abilities, but his brain functions too. He learned anything incredibly fast now, and his memory was almost photographic.

That made shooting particularly easy for him.

Pistols, automatic rifles, sniper rifles — whatever firearm he picked up, he quickly mastered and rapidly improved to an elite level.

Take the Barrett, for example, a weapon most people struggled to handle. Wayne took just two hours to master it to the point where he could precisely shoot a swinging Coke can 500 meters away.

He had never deliberately studied ballistic calculations; he did this purely by feel, a fact that silenced a group of male instructors who had been betting he'd embarrass himself.

Even though he appeared somewhat slender, Wayne had tremendous strength. Even with the Desert Eagle, a handgun notorious for its heavy recoil, he could fire rapidly with one hand, with barely any visible shake, leaving those who witnessed it speechless.

The male instructors, unwilling to accept this, challenged Wayne to an arm-wrestling contest, only to lose easily.

"Damn! This guy doesn't even look that strong! How is he so powerful?!"

But the female instructors viewed Wayne differently. Not only was he handsome, but he was also strong — even more attractive than his wealthy background.

In no time, the female coaches started eyeing Wayne like hungry wolves eyeing a tasty piece of meat, wishing they could pounce on him.

Fortunately for Wayne, Hannah wasn't just stunning; she was also one of the club's top instructors.

Most of the instructors, male and female, were former elite soldiers who had retired from service. They came from families well off enough that they didn't have to turn to mercenary work or private military companies after leaving the military.

Hannah was one of the best among them.

Rumor had it, as Wayne had heard from other female instructors, that Hannah had personally taken down over 30 terrorists during her time in the Middle East and had even kicked the private parts of three officers attempting to assault her, leading to her discharge before her official retirement.

Oddly, instead of feeling uncomfortable, Wayne found it curious.

Hannah had been through such experiences and yet still seemed interested in men. Wouldn't she hate them and, perhaps, be more inclined toward women?

Also, did her earlier comment carry a double meaning?

"Did I hear that right, Hannah? I'm not planning on going to the Middle East or Africa for real combat. That sounds too dangerous!" Wayne exaggerated, trying to play it off.

"You heard me right," Hannah replied with a teasing smile, moving closer to him. "Those places are dangerous, but I'm different~"

After a pause, she added, "I don't know what those bitches have been saying behind my back, but as long as it's you, Wayne, as long as you satisfy me, I won't kick your balls. In fact, I'll make you feel like you're in heaven~"

"So, darling, do you have confidence?" Hannah asked as she hooked a finger under his chin, pressing her impressive physique against him.

Wayne was speechless. How could he possibly resist at this point?

Not in America, that's for sure.

Setting his gun aside, Wayne pulled Hannah into the VIP single shower room.

Wayne pulled Hannah into the VIP single shower room. Wayne was a handsome man with a chiseled jaw and a well-built body. His muscular arms encircled Hannah's petite frame, and he pressed her against the cold marble tiles. Hannah was a beautiful woman with long blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and full lips that were slightly parted in anticipation.

Wayne's eyes trailed down Hannah's body, taking in her perky breasts, toned stomach, and shapely hips. His dick twitched in his pants, already hard with desire. Hannah noticed Wayne's gaze and bit her lip, feeling a surge of wetness between her legs.

Wayne leaned down and captured Hannah's lips in a searing kiss. His tongue explored her mouth, and Hannah responded eagerly, wrapping her arms around his neck. Wayne's hands roamed over Hannah's body, cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples through the fabric of her dress.

Hannah moaned into Wayne's mouth, feeling his hard dick pressed against her. She reached down and stroked him through his pants, feeling him grow harder in her hand. Wayne broke the kiss and trailed his lips down Hannah's neck, nipping at her skin and leaving a trail of kisses.

Wayne reached behind Hannah and unzipped her dress, letting it fall to the floor. Hannah stood before him in just her bra and panties, her breasts heaving with every breath she took. Wayne's eyes darkened with desire as he took in the sight of her.

Wayne reached around and unclasped Hannah's bra, letting it fall to the floor. He cupped her breasts in his hands, teasing her nipples with his thumbs. Hannah moaned, feeling her wetness increase.

Wayne bent down and took one of Hannah's nipples into his mouth, sucking and teasing it with his tongue. Hannah threaded her fingers through Wayne's hair, holding him close as he worshiped her body. Wayne's other hand snaked down to Hannah's panties, teasing her through the fabric.

Hannah gasped as Wayne's fingers found her clit, rubbing it in slow circles. She rocked her hips against his hand, feeling the pressure build inside her. Wayne slipped a finger inside her, and Hannah moaned as he began to thrust in and out.

Wayne added a second finger, stretching Hannah and making her moan louder. He curled his fingers, hitting her G-spot and making her see stars. Hannah's legs shook as she came, her juices coating Wayne's fingers.

Wayne straightened up and kissed Hannah, sharing her taste with her. Hannah moaned, feeling her desire spike again. Wayne reached down and unbuttoned his pants, letting them fall to the floor. His hard dick sprang free, and Hannah licked her lips at the sight of it.

Wayne stepped closer to Hannah, his dick brushing against her wetness. Hannah moaned, feeling him tease her entrance. Wayne thrust into her, filling her completely. Hannah wrapped her legs around his waist, holding him close as he began to thrust.

Wayne pounded into Hannah, his balls slapping against her ass. Hannah moaned, feeling the pressure build inside her again. Wayne reached down and teased her clit, making her moan louder.

Hannah came again, her juices coating Wayne's dick. Wayne groaned, feeling her tighten around him. He pulled out and stroked his dick, cumming all over Hannah's chest. Hannah moaned, feeling the hot cum hit her skin.

Wayne collapsed against Hannah, his heart pounding in his chest. Hannah wrapped her arms around him, feeling content and sated. Wayne leaned down and captured Hannah's lips in a slow, lingering kiss.

Wayne pulled back and smiled at Hannah, his eyes soft. Hannah smiled back, feeling her heart flutter. Wayne picked up his pants and helped Hannah into her dress.

Hannah looked at Wayne, feeling a surge of gratitude. Wayne had given her the best orgasm of her life, and she knew she would never forget it. Wayne smiled back, feeling the same way.

Wayne and Hannah left the VIP single shower room, their hands intertwined. They knew that they had shared something special, and they couldn't wait to explore each other further. The night was still young, and they had so much more to discover.

As they walked out of the room, they couldn't help but feel like the luckiest people in the world. They had found each other, and they knew that their connection was something special. They couldn't wait to see where it would take them.

Wayne and Hannah walked out of the club, their bodies still humming with desire. They knew that they had a long night ahead of them, and they couldn't wait to explore each other further. They hailed a cab and climbed inside, their hands still intertwined.

Wayne leaned in and captured Hannah's lips in a slow, lingering kiss. Hannah responded eagerly, feeling her desire spike again. Wayne's hands roamed over Hannah's body, cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples through the fabric of her dress.

Hannah moaned, feeling Wayne's hard dick pressed against her. She reached down and stroked him through his pants, feeling him grow

"Seriously?!"

"Is that guy even human?!"

"Damn it! Hannah beat us to it! He's so handsome; I want him too!"

As expected, Hannah didn't keep her promise.

This was America, after all. Such situations were rare, but this was real.

Later, after carrying the exhausted Hannah back to the lounge, Wayne learned the whole story from her.

The rumors were true. She had indeed killed many terrorists in the Middle East and kicked her superiors' private parts.

Because of that, she had developed a strong dislike for men and had no interest in sleeping with them.

But she also didn't like women.

After that incident, she had developed a deep aversion to intimacy of any kind.

Over the years, she had seen numerous therapists, but nothing worked. To make matters worse, her traditional family pressured her to settle down and get married, which only added to her frustration. She eventually moved out.

She thought she was destined to be single forever, but then she saw Wayne at the club one day. For the first time in years, she felt a spark.

Whether it was the sharply dressed Wayne in his tailored suit or the athletic Wayne in combat boots, camouflage pants, and a tactical vest, she was smitten.

That's why she 'arranged' for the bald coach to take time off — just to be near Wayne.

Upon hearing this, Wayne frowned slightly.

"Sorry, Hannah. I already have a girlfriend, and I don't plan on breaking up with her anytime soon," Wayne said.

Sleeping together was one thing, but committing to a relationship was a whole different story.

Hannah's eyes dimmed briefly, but then she forced a smile, as though she'd already anticipated this.

"It's okay. I understand. I don't want to be your girlfriend anyway. I just need you to help me heal."

A simple arrangement. No commitment, just therapy, in her mind.

Wayne understood what she meant.

"But I won't be coming to the club much anymore," Wayne said honestly. "I'm only here to practice shooting for my next movie. I'm playing a secret agent, so I'll also need to learn some hand-to-hand combat."

This clearly surprised Hannah.

On the forms, Wayne had listed his occupation as the owner of a production company, not an actor, so she had assumed he was only visiting the club for fun.

If Wayne wasn't coming to the club regularly, how could she continue her 'therapy'?

"My combat skills were excellent in the army! I could be your hand-to-hand combat coach! Or your sparring partner!" Hannah said, a little desperate.

But she quickly realized that even if she became Wayne's combat coach, she wouldn't get to spend much time with him. Wayne's learning abilities were simply too advanced, and his physical strength was off the charts.

With those talents, learning flashy movie fighting moves wouldn't take him more than three days.

"Wait! How about I become your assistant!" Hannah suddenly exclaimed, her eyes lighting up with excitement.

"Assistant?"

"Yeah! A personal assistant. I'll help with whatever you need, and in return, you can… you know. How about that?"

Wayne almost laughed. He just realized that this blunt, even somewhat rough woman had a surprisingly adorable side.

"Why not a bodyguard?" Wayne asked curiously.

"Because bodyguards have serious jobs. No time to slack off," Hannah replied matter-of-factly, looking completely justified.

Wayne felt at a loss for words.

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