The Suspect

chapter 14

"Oh, yes you totally were," I acknowledge, walking from side to side as if I'm deep in thought, "You know, I actually quite liked it. Chad and I really got into it last night and he went so hard, my knee split my head open," I shrug, pointing at my forehead.

His face hardens and I smirk. Oh, Chad. If only you were real.

"So, you texted me that you were not feeling well because you were fucking some guy," he snaps or rather bites out.

"Hey, don't say it like that, you'll hurt his feelings," I frown, "Chad was amazing and we were anything but fucking. We were making sweet, sweet love. The way his fingers—"

"Did he make you finish?" he cuts me off and I immediately stop moving at his bluntness.

Geez, he's bold. Just when I thought he couldn't be anymore crass than he already is. Two can play a game, Dickwad.

"What makes you think I didn't?" I challenge.

"Do you really want me to answer that?" he arches a brow and I nod. "You answered the question yourself when you blabbered the name Chad. Should I really continue?"

 Stupid brain, couldn't you come up with literally any other name.

"Well, I'll have you know," I pause quickly switching to my effortlessly seductive voice, "I didn't finish once, but a mere five times. Or was it six? Oh, I'm sorry, I guess it was just so good I just don't remember," I chuckle and tap my forehead as if I'm stupid.

Now that shuts him right up. He's like a switch that can fuse with a flick of a button. A button that I have complete control over.

"Anyways, now that that's out of the way. Tell me why I'm here at the ass crack of dawn?" I yawn and rub my eyes.

If this isn't really important, I'm bailing. I need sleep. Lots of it. He remains silent as if contemplating whether or not to open his filthy mouth.

"I have a lead," he reveals and I almost falter and fall flat on my face.

Woah.

"Really? This isn't one of your sick jokes is it?" I need to be sure. I have no clue what to expect when it comes to this man. Never.

"Of course not. I'm still standing here because I want to hear about wonderful Chad and the way he made sweet, sweet love to you," he deadpans, stressing on the last few words.

"Oh really? Well in that case, as I was saying, his fingers felt so fucking—"

"Fucking shut up!" he growls and I almost stumble back and his loud voice, "You made your point, Chad is a fucking sex-machine. Now do you want to know what I have or can I leave?"

Why is he acting like I was the one that told him to come here early in the morning?

"Don't make yourself the center of attraction," I point out, "You were the one that texted me remember?"

His eyes narrow for a moment and close when he realizes he's in the wrong. Always play fire with fire. Isn't that the saying?

He sighs, loudly, "Fuck, alright whatever."

"Thank you," I nod, "Now, get to it already," I raise my wrist and glance at my non-existent watch, "I don't have all day."

He slowly smirks and I realize where I fucked up. Please don't...

"A certain Chad waiting for you when you get home?" he prompts.

I knew it.

"Why are you so obsessed with him?" I quiz and it suddenly clicks, "Wait, I know why. You want to sleep with him, don't you?" I take out my phone from my pocket and pretend to scroll through it.