The Suspect

chapter 26

Kiara hangs up on me and I shrug Tatum off my shoulder. He falls back with a groan but I ignore it and hop off the bed. Grabbing my clothes, I run into the bathroom along with my bag and quickly change into a fresh pair when I come out to see Tatum slouched over the bed, his dick literally tenting his pants.

Oh right, he didn't finish. Oops?

"My dick is five seconds away from whipping itself out on its own joyous accord and it would like to know what the fuck is going on?"

My eyes drop down to the obvious erection straining against his pants and I almost laugh at it before remembering we need to leave and also deciding it's probably the best for his fuming ego.

"Did you just refer to your penis in the third person?" I puzzle at his stupidity and he just grins.

"Of course I did. All guys do it," he states intellectually as if it's something to be proud of and I snort.

"Sure dude," I snicker, "Anyways, sorry about the little guy there," I humor, pointing at his dick, "Duty calls."

"My guy is anything but little. Come on Agent, you would surely know," he smirks proudly and I mentally envision myself breaking his dick in half.

"Asshole," I mutter and start packing things up. Tatum gets up and walks past me—not before smacking me on the ass again.

I shriek, "What the fuck, dude?"

"It was just there," he refers to my ass in my—now—denim shorts as if I were standing with it jutted out just for him, "I had to, and besides it's for leaving my dick in this sorry state, so you pretty much deserved it."

At that, I move to nudge him in his ribs again but he anticipates my move and jumps back before I can even touch a hair on him. He grabs his clothes and heads into the bathroom without another word spoken and we both fall into a weird silence for the next twenty minutes. Once we're finally done, we head to the reception and drop off our keys. We head outside as the valet brings out Tatum's car and we're off within seconds.

I'm looking out the window when Tatum speaks up, breaking my peaceful silence, "Wanna tell me why you decided to give me the worst fucking case of blue balls ever?"

"Jesus, get over your dick already," I sigh, "When I checked my phone, I had around twenty unread messages from Kiara and eleven missed calls. I had to pick it up, it was an emergency of course. Kie would never blow up my phone like that if it weren't."

"Kiara?" he quizzes and his eyes light up when the realization hits, "Oh, the little redhead you caught with another girl?" he muses and I pinch his elbow.

"Jeez woman, keep your hands to yourself," he inspects his hand as if I've cut it open.

"Weren't saying that about an hour ago," I mutter under my breath but he hears it.

"Tou—fucking—che," is all he says before he goes into a weird silence, probably thinking about this dick again.

"There seems to be a big problem at work, and I won't be afraid to say it either includes SSA Miller or the team. Either way, we're in deep shit."

I try my best to hide my panic, but I am only human after all. My mind goes over the million possibilities of what could have gone wrong, but I avoid thinking about the one that is most likely it. If it is, then I can say goodbye to this case and get my brother the justice he deserves. Stupid me and stupid Tatum.

He is partly to blame I would say. If he wasn't so adamant about coming, I probably would have avoided it. Again, not a hundred percent sure what it is so I can't snap at him without any reason even though that's all I want to do right now.