Home Is With You

12 • Full of Shit

Homer's pov

"I hoped you cleaned up behind yourself." I hear making me look up seeing Maverick smirking at my office door. I roll my eyes as he comes in closing the door.

It's been almost a three days since Jeremy and I had dinner at Georgia's. We haven't met up since but I'm going to his place on Sunday to watch movies on Netflix.

"Yes we did clean up, why? Did you want us to leave it?" I reply raising a eyebrow. "No but mom and I refuse to go near that bathroom. You've christened it with your fluids." Maverick frowned while I smirked at him.

"Whatever Maverick. Get back to work." I say to him. Watching as he leaves my office I sigh as I sit back and think about it. Jeremy was a sight to behold. He took my cock to his throat, not even gagging. The warmth and the tightness of his throat had me squirming. Looking down I see the obvious bulge in my pants making me roll my eyes. "He turned me into a horny teen again." I mutter as I adjust myself in my pants.

Hearing my phone ring, I groan as I pick it up "Watson speaking." I said. "Mr. Watson, it's Abigail Pugh. Can you come down to the precinct on fifth and burbon?" I hear making me sigh. "Yes I'll be down there in five, don't say anything incriminating." I grumble as I hang up.

Grabbing a few files and my brief case I leave my office. "I'm down at the precinct." I say as I pass my secretary. Getting in my car I drive to the precinct. The Pugh family has been a off and on client of mine since I owned the firm. They call me when any of the family members gets in trouble which is a lot seeing as the husband is a corrupted politician and the daughter is trouble walking on legs. But when I couldn't help them they go somewhere else.

Arriving at the precinct I sigh as I head inside. "Let me see my client." I said to the detectives. I was let into a office as I see Abigail sitting in a chair the lower part of her shirt covered in blood splatter and her held dried blood.

"What happened? I can't help if I don't know what happened." I sighed as I took out a notepad. "I was hanging out with some friends down at the quarry we were skateboarding. I was showing off my new pocket knife to everyone. But then my friend Aubrey wanted to see it and I said no. We started arguing, we started pulling on the knife. When she snatched it from me, the knife in her hands and it went it her stomach. I tried to stop the blood. But she grew pale but luckily the ambulance got there." Abigail said looking at her hands trying to hide the quirk at the end of her lips. She's full of shit.

Groaning I groan knowing that the quarry she was talking about did have a security camers. "I'm going to check the cameras. Sit tight." I say to her.

"This is why you never have kids." I mutter to myself. Watching the camera I grumble as I cleary see the exact opposite of what Abigail told me. The victim clearly wanted Abigail to put away said knife. In turn Abigail stabbed the girl. All the other girls ran away in fear and shock.

Glaring I stop the video going back to Abigail as she tries to form tears. "You are full of shit just like your old man." I say bluntly watching as her mouth falls open. "You can't talk about me like that. My dad will have your career." She says.

"First of all who gives a shit about your daddy. A blind man can tell you don't have no remorse for your actions." I say plainly crossing my arms. Her cheeks go red in embarrassment and anger. "You're fired! I don't care if I go to jail. Aubrey shouldn't of tried to tell me whag to do!" She yelled irate. "Good luck with a public defender." I say leaving as she yells at me.

The Pugh family maybe a long time client of mine, but they are incredibly obnoxious and rich snobs. They acted like they were higher than the law, threatened who ever didn't bend to their will but not me. They know I could take them to court for everything. For the extortion, the blackmailing, bribing judges and jury, for murder.

Arriving back at the firm, I grumble as I go straight to my office. Taking a seat I sigh, "What a waist of my fucking time." I grumble. Hearing my phone ring again, I roll my eyes as I pick it up. "Watson speaking." I grumble.

"Ooh you sound grumpy today. I can call again later of you want." I hear Remy say. "Remy. Why are people so full of shit?" I ask him covering my eyes. "People have always been full of shit. But anyway I was calling ro see if you want to grab dinner together. I'll be done with work at six. You'll have to pick me up though, my truck needs new break pads so I had to get a taxi this morning." He sighed.

"I could of came and picked you up. It wouldn't of been a problem." I say. "Homer we both know as soon as I would of got in your car you'd be on me like white on rice." Jeremy said and I could practically hear him smirking. "But is that such a bad thing Remy. You know you would of liked it." I smirk. "A little too much. I would of been late to work with a unhinged jaw." He joked. A loud laugh left my chest a deep rumble vibrating through my ribs.

"I already got a few questionable stares as I had a hickey the size of a fucking Texas. I had my coworker say that's one hell of a mosquito. I was so embarrassed. " Jeremy exaggerated as he groaned. "No need to be embarrassed. I had Maverick tell me earlier he and Georgia don't go in that bathroom." I snicker. "You're a bad influence. I was such a good noodle before this." Remy whined.

"Hahaha. Whatever Remy. I'll pick you up at six. See you later." I chuckled. "See you later Homer." Jeremy said before we hung up.