shameless || the weeknd

taste

"You right. We've been here long enough, let's go." Abel said suddenly, getting up and picking her up with him. He set her down by her waist before picking up the bottle and leading her out of the club. They were only there for an hour, but he couldn't risk potentially being seen any longer than he wanted to touch her in private.

"Abel, that's not what I meant." Sidra said frantically as she let him lead her to the car that he pulled up in. He swiftly handed her some glasses and a mask that he conveniently had on his person before they left the secluded area they were in.

"Put these on." He said once and she happily obliged, not wanting to blow her cover just in case there were paparazzi lurking around the A-List venue.

Luckily, there were no paparazzi outside waiting for him or any other celebrity inside the club. Just anxious partygoers waiting to get inside to potentially take pictures with someone famous.

"Abel, relax!" She whisper-screamed, trying to hold on to the more concise version of herself that was there with intent, not slowly getting tipsy as she let her suspect drag her to his car.

"I came in my truck." She said, taking off the glasses and mask as they neared his more expensive and less ambiguous ride.

"I'll have someone come pick it up later, come on." He said, opening the door for her. She looked up at him skeptically.

"Nigga, that's a government-owned vehicle and you drank two full glasses tonight. I'm driving." Sidra retorted, trying to mask her ulterior motives with being cautious.

"Have someone come pick up your car, Mr. Celebrity." She smirked, turning around and walking towards the direction of her truck. He shook his head and followed her anyways, trying to ignore the tight feeling in his pants.

They got into her truck and he smirked at how large the truck was in contrast to her overall size. He took in the interior of the vehicle and how officer-like it was before scoffing, unable to stop himself from saying a slick remark.

"They let you have this shit?" He asked, watching the young woman drive to his house. She shook her head at him and sighed before a smirk played at her lips.

"Shut up." Sidra said and he chuckled, taking in his surroundings. She hoped he was tipsy enough to not read too much into the fact that she manipulated the situation into her driving him to his house to possibly snoop around while he was under the influence.

Her hopes were answered as she watched him drink from the bottle that he took from the club from the corner of her eye. She bit down on her lip before focusing on the road ahead of her. It was only eleven, but she was glad they weren't around any possible eavesdroppers who wanted to make quick money off of the scene he was about to cause.

Sidra much rather preferred handling her investigation in private, whether she was letting him suck on her neck, or not.

She soon turned onto his street, watching as he opened the gate to his house from his phone.

"So tell me again why you insisted on leaving the club?" She asked wearily, parking up and stepping out of her truck.

He walked over to where she stood, his low eyes trailing up from the heels she stood in as he took her hand and led her up the stairs to his door.

"Because I think you and I would both value a little more privacy for what I'm about to do to you." Abel said lowly and her stomach dropped.

"What?" She asked, surprised that he would think he would be able to get that far with her on their first official date.

"Come on." He said once, opening the door for her. She stepped in hesitantly before staying true to her mission in coming to the older man's house.