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"What's that?" I glanced up from my papers. Jenna had her eyebrows raised, her hand on her hip.
"What?" I asked.
"What's that." she pointed at me.
I looked at myself. Black cargo pants, and a red tight shirt that hugged me. That's probably why it's called a tight shirt, it hugs the shit out of you.
I glanced back at Jenna, not understanding what she wanted from me, I gave her a shrug.
She moved closer, her finger touched my neck. I shooed her away, hissing at the way she just poked my fucking neck.
"Fuck off." I said.
"Mhm. Guess someone got fucked last night." she chewed her gum.
"Guess someone got ass drunk tonight." I bit back while I fixed the papers.
"Guess someone got fucked by Alsa—"
"Shut up." I stopped her from blurting Satan's name. That ass might show up out of nowhere whenever his name is called. Don't want Satan lurking around in these halls, do we now?
She pouted, and then walked away. I groaned, fuck. I guess she knows.
Who else does? I mean, she was with me. Jenna remembers everything, and is that a bad thing? Yes.
I love her, a lot. But sometimes she gets too nosy. And she's talkative as fuck. I do not want her spilling my secrets.
Ken walked in with a cup of coffee on both his hands. He looked around, a smug look written all over his face.
"Hey!" he walked coolly, making sure not to trip. I shook my head, glancing back at my papers.
I really don't like communicating. Please, please, please fucking leave.
"Detective Diaz, I'm literally talking to you."
"Oh, God." I whispered. A quick greeting, and then tell him to fuck off, Diaz.
I glanced up, forcing myself to give Ken a smile. He smiled back, showing me the cup, he placed it on my table, I eyed it for a few seconds, and then looked back at the person who just decided to give me coffee in the afternoon.
"Heard you were going wild last night," he teased, wiggling his brows.
Fuck. He knew, too?!
"All that beer, and dancing, and you went with Jenna." he continued. I didn't know what he wanted. I raised a brow, sipping the coffee he bought me.
"Your point?"
He shrugged. "Remember you telling me that clubs ain't your thing, is all." he mused while he tapped his cup with his finger. I groaned. That was when he kept inviting me to date.
"I don't have time for this, Ma. Get back to your work." I scolded him. He mimicked me, grinning after what he thought he did was funny.
"Anyways, Detective Diaz, I wanted to remind you that Rosania will be gone for a few days, and Capt. will be away for his wife's runaway show."
