shameless || the weeknd

private

It was two days later, and Sidra planned to meet up with the arrogant celebrity again under a more guarded stance so maybe he would stop fucking around so she could go about her life peacefully.

But Abel had other plans. He wanted to see just how much he could get under the pretty agent's skin. He knew he was playing with fire, and there was a good chance that he could get burned. But he was in too deep now, and the golden ankh he managed to steal 2 years ago was set to travel overseas on a private cargo hold in five weeks. He had to stall as long as possible.

The young agent walked up to the celebrities' door, someone opening it up for her immediately as she stepped up.

"Come in, Ms. Jones." The butler said and she gave him a sweet smile.

"It's Agent Jones." Sidra corrected. "Is your boss in?"

"Damn, so formal." Abel sounded as he entered the foyer. "I thought we passed those." He smiled, walking towards Sidra.

She scanned his appearance to see that he was dressed a little more casually, in black jeans and a dress shirt rather than the whole suit he wore a couple days ago. She liked this appearance better. He seemed less arrogant.

"Okay, yeah, whatever. We can skip the chit-chat. I need to ask you some questions foreal this time. No negating anything."

"Why didn't you call me?" He questioned, motioning for her to follow him.

She narrowed her eyes at him as she followed him anyways.

"Did you not hear what I just said, sir?" She asked, her annoyance becoming her once again.

"I gave you my number. You showing up like this is gon' cause commotion." He chuckled, opening the door to the same room they were in the other day for her.

"I'm a professional, sir. And I don't think professionalism is what you intended when you gave me your phone number." She sighed, folding her arms and standing in place, not bothering to get comfortable.

"And what do you think I intended, then, Agent S.J.?" He asked, walking around her and stopping in front of her, leaning against the back of the couch. Why did he keep calling her that?

"Nothing that matters to the case I'm trying to build against you, Abel." She said quietly and his eyes widened

"And please tell me why there's a case being built against me. What have I done?" He asked innocently and she narrowed her eyes.

"Listen, the only reason you're not in my damn interrogation room down at the station is because you're some big celebrity and they want me to deal with this quietly. So I'd cut the shit and actually be compliant for once." She said sternly and his smirk faded as he locked eyes with her.

"That was good, baby girl. I almost believed you for a second. I told you I ain't saying shit without a lawyer in my ear, and I left it at that."

"No, you left it at a card with your phone number on it."

"I thought that didn't matter to this case that you're building, agent Sidra." He said, getting up to gain back his dominance. He was failing. She was not in the mood.

"Quit it. You want me to take you down to the station where I can call the shots and have jurisdiction? Or do you still wanna sit on your celebrity privilege a little longer?" She said and he remained quiet.

"That's what I thought." She scoffed and he shook his head, a smile forming on his face.

He stayed quiet before looking her up and down again.

"I gave you my number because I'm innocent, and if you let me, I'd love to take you out for a drink sometime." Abel said lowly, trying to get her to break from her work stance.