Sex Empire✔️

51. Nice and Slow

Soon as Lix and Rosaline dressed, they rushed down to the police station where they said Prince would be. Before they could even get to the baby, they had to prove Lix was the father and do a blood test. Meanwhile, they questioned Lix and Rosaline separately.

Lix was in a small interrogation room, sitting at a table with two detectives in front of him. One older white lady looked like she should give up the badge, and an older white guy looked as if he had been out of shape ten years ago. They gave him flunkies, so he knew this was not a serious matter.

They started by asking him the dumbest ass questions. Stating his name and what he did for the record. They knew who the hell he was and what the hell he did. He was annoyed by it all and just wanted his son.

"And you believe that the baby boy, Prince, is your child," the female detective asked Lix.

"Prince is my son!" Lix gave her a snarl. "I don't give a fuck what a blood test says."

She did not blink an eye. "Did you have any reason to believe the child was not yours and maybe it was Frederick's?"

"I'm not going to tell you again, Prince is my goddamn son! Where is he?" Lix yelled at the detectives in the room.

She ignored him and went on with her questions. "Is it true you were in an altercation with Frederick, your business partner, the night of Danica's murder and the disappearance of the baby?"

Lix jumped up from the table. Why were they questioning him as if he was a criminal? "For the last time, I'm not here for this bullshit! You said you had suspects in custody. I only came here for my son."

Meanwhile...

Rosaline was made a little more comfortable in a larger interrogation room and only one detective questioned her. They gave her a cup of water to drink and made it as if they were having a friendly conversation.

"So you're saying, you knew nothing of your husband's affair with Danica, also known as Ms. Mystical?" Her detective was a younger Black woman, maybe her age, mid-forties, and fairly attractive. Rich ebony skin, long, straight, dark lace front wig that fit her perfectly. And body thick in all the right places.

Of course, Rosaline thought of all the things she would like to do with that hot detective, but Lix said no more playthings.

Rosaline smiled at her, letting her know she had nothing to hide. "Yes, I know that my husband from time to time sleeps with some of the ladies from the club. It wasn't news to me."

"Girl, how can you stand that?" she said with a light chuckle. "Anyway, did you know of this baby, Prince, and that it could be your husband's child?"

She was bored with this topic about this baby. Rosaline sat back in the chair with a grin. "I do not believe that child is my husband's but he seems to think so, so..." She shrugged. "It doesn't bother me."

"What's your relationship with Frederick Chambers?"

She smirked. "I hate his guts." She straightened herself in the chair. "Anything else?"

"So you happen to know Mr. Chamber's whereabouts?"

"As I said, I hate his guts. My husband and he severed their business ties...before...you know, and we haven't heard from him since."

They would never get any information from her. Frederick could rot in hell.

Meanwhile...back with Lix.

After a few more questions for Lix, finally, a young woman detective walked in holding baby Prince who was crying in her arms.

"Here Mr. Stone, your son. We checked him out and he seems to be doing fine."