Angel face, Devil thoughts'

(𝗧𝗿𝗶𝘀) 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿-𝟭𝟮

The car ride was silent. We're not talking to each other; thank goodness.
He was the most unpleasant, frustrating detective I had to deal with. I've never had someone follow me around and ask suspicious questions like a detective, but this was nothing like what I've seen in movies.
I'm not sure why I expected him to be better and cooler. When he mentioned my parents hired him, I expected him to treat me like...well, a rich person. I don't want to appear selfish or greedy, but I just expected him to treat me with respect. I mean, I wouldn't say I like it when people treat me differently because I'm wealthy, but to be very honest, it feels wonderful to feel superior or on top of others. But him.
He's being such a jerk to me. I was left in a filthy, empty room for hours; it was quite chilly, and I didn't have a jacket or anything to cover up. I didn't realize he would take so long.
If this is war, I will show him war.
I simply need to answer his silly questions when we get home so he knows I am innocent.

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After we returned to his house, he sat me down in his office, asked me questions, and scribbled some nonsense on his computer. We were both serious, and I made certain that none of his queries would provoke me. I answered everything honestly, including how I knew Ally and when I last saw her, whether I hated her, was friendly to her or knew who her friends were.
So on and so forth.
I thought we were done, but he persisted in typing on his computer and wouldn't let me leave.
I tap my fingers on his desk while daydreaming about the craziest things. I don't know how I've gone days without using my phone, but at that moment, I wanted it. 
"Charles?" Aside from the interrogator questions, I haven't spoken to him personally since yesterday, when I was shouting at him. So it feels strange to call him by his name.
He looked up from his computer with a careless expression.
"What?" he asks, seeming angry, but I ignore it.
"Can I have my phone back?"
"No," he responded, continuing to type. My intuition told me to accept his response, but I couldn't.
"Why not?" My voice became louder than I intended. 
"You can't get it, not until we're done with everything and clarified Ally's case," he sighed as he shifted the computer to his side.
"What if we never know where she actually is or what happened to her?"
"Let's just hope I'll find out what actually happened; now stop disturbing me." He said, in a severe tone, that I should stop talking, but I can't. I might as well say whatever's on my mind because my life is already so destroyed.
"But—"
"ENOUGH BEATRICE!"
I jumped and was shocked by his loud voice. He never screamed at me this much, no matter how irritated he was with me.

I was suddenly a small girl again, sitting in front of her father while he shouted his lungs out. I recall being summoned to the principal's office. I was a troublesome child who frequently got into fights with classmates; that day, he yelled at me so loudly that I didn't want to leave my room for weeks, and I couldn't eat or sleep well. I was only a kid. 
He was always kind to me, but after witnessing his other side, I realized that appearances don't always reflect the true nature of a person. My father would always go crazy over any small error I made, but if my brother did it, it would be okay.
I simply wish he loved me as much as I love him. This doesn't mean I despise my father. I just despise his actions. sometimes.

Following Charles' outburst, I remained silent. He seemed quite anxious as he sorted through the files on his desk and typed a lot of stuff on his computer. It's strange that I'm staring at him while he works; he should just tell me to go back to my room. 
He kept scratching his brow, thinking about a variety of things. This dude needs a fucking break.
He pulled his sleeve up to his elbows, allowing me to view his hand. I swallowed hard at what I was seeing.
He continued working and typing while I watched the muscles in his hands flex. If that is how his hands were, I wonder how...
"Stop staring at my hands; it's creepy," he said, still staring at a stack of documents in front of him. I hurriedly averted my attention from him. 
"I wasn't!" I cried, my tone artificial. My voice betrayed my true intentions. 
"Mmmhm," he murmured and kept typing. His fingers went through his hair as he pondered his ideas. If I had known this was how hot men looked while working or stressed out, I could have gotten myself into trouble a long time ago. I couldn't stop staring at him; the sight made my thighs clench and my body heat up. I swiftly turned away from him and gazed down at the ground, my breathing shallow.
Was I seriously becoming drenched over him? Maybe it's simply my period. I hope.

"Tris."
"What!" My voice grew louder, and panic filled my throat. Oh God, what is going on with me?
I wipe my moist palm on my skirt. He gave me a quick grimace, which I would have missed if I hadn't been staring at him nervously.
"You need to tell me how much you know about Lucas Basset," he said, continuing to type on his computer. I was astonished when he uttered Lucas' name, but I tried not to react too strongly to it.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, are you sure you know him very well, I think he might also be a suspect to this case,"
My eyes widen when he mentions it. No way was my ex is a kidnapper; he wouldn't do it to Ally, especially after they kissed. I suspected they could be dating. What if he was the one who suspected me and accused me of murder solely to frame me? Why didn't that come to mind? Deep down, I still believe he is innocent and has nothing to do with this.

"I really know him very well and I know he wouldn't do such a thing and I didn't either so I'm still confused who is out there that's trying to frame me," I say while my heart skips a beat.
Talking about Lucas generally causes my body to react weirdly, and while I despise it, I still have a lot of feelings for him.
Charles arched one brow, and his gaze ultimately shifted to me rather than his computer. He seemed to be doubting everything I've just said.

"What if you weren't really framed?" He inquired, looking intently into my eyes.
"Huh?" He had been leaning on the chair before, but now he sat straight and was very close to me, despite the fact that his desk was between us. 
"What if you really are the murderer?" He smirked slightly and stood up, heading towards me. Charles turned my chair till we were face-to-face, causing me to experience short breathing and toe curling.
I was looking up at him and he was looking down at me. He went down until we were the same height, then placed both of his hands on the armchair, trapping me inside. At the moment, I just want to disappear. I hope he doesn't notice how sweaty I looked, and I think my face is red right now.

"W-wha—i—uh" He was still staring at me as I fumbled, trying to focus and get the correct words out.
"Do you really still think I planned all this? I barely even knew the girl and I haven't even spoken to her directly ever. As far as I can remember, I've never had a conversation with her so somebody out there is really trying to put me behind bars and I have a lot of enemies at school so I can't even decide who is actually doing this, but I know its definitely not Lucas."
I blurt out.
My hands were sweating out of nervousness, and I couldn't wipe them on my skirt because I felt confined in this chair. I couldn't believe I had said so many words to him.

"Why do you trust Lucas so much, It's hard to believe you weren't involved; jealousy is a bad disease," he says calmly, continuing to stare at me in a seductive manner.
"I'M NOT JEALOUS!" I said with a groan, "and I've known Lucas for over a year; I know he's not capable of doing this."
"What if he didn't do it alone?"
"He wouldn't try to frame me I know it." I answer firmly, as if my intellect isn't warning me that Charles might be correct. "Why throw a party if you're not jealous?" he asks, drumming his fingers on the armchair.
"I just wanted to have fun," I lied.
"Bullshit, you know what I think?" he said gently, placing his right hand on my thigh. I sucked in a breath, and my heart started racing. "I think you're a jealous little bitch who'd do anything to get back with her ex, even if it meant hurting someone else," he said, resting his other arm on my thighs. I reached for air, and he just stared at my startled expression. My body felt warm, and arousal poured through it, leaving my thighs soaked.

What the fuck is happening to me. What the fuck is he doing....

I finally let out a breath, which sounds like a moan. My face reddened from shame. He gave me a little laugh and gripped my thighs abruptly. I grumbled and tried to get his hands off my thigh, placing my hand on his, but I couldn't pull him away from me.
"I—I s-swear I didn't plan any of this, and I wouldn't go this far over a man," I managed to say, despite my hoarse voice.
"I didn't think—" I let out another moan as he grasped my thigh. My hand was still on his; I could try to take his hands away from me, but my hand abruptly chose not to act at this time. I was embarrassed enough by the sound I made and the fact that such a small thing was making me wet.
I hope he doesn't notice that my nipples have hardened.
His hands go softly between my thighs and into my skirt. I took my hand away from his—on to the arm chair—Charles smirked as I felt his fingers caress my thighs, where my wetness was already dripping.
Oh, my God, he could feel how wet I was.

He abruptly pulled his hand from me and got up. I glanced up at him, my hands sweating and my cheeks hot from the embarrassment I had experienced in just a few minutes.
"Is that how you easily get wet or is it just because of me?" I didn't respond and turned away from him, but his fingers caressed my chin and I returned my sight to his.
"Go get yourself cleaned up, we have something to discuss, and please this time.." His hands pushed back my hair, and he smirked as he ran his fingers down my shirt to my chest, delicately skimming past my firm nipples. "Don't get too excited."