Angel face, Devil thoughts'

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟐 (𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬)

I'm not even sure why Tris kept coming to mind. I should get over the fact that she messed up the objective and kissed her ex-boyfriend.
I shouldn't care. I don't want to care. But a part of me gets irritated anytime I think about it.
Now I'm not sure if the choices I'm making as a detective are correct. I should not return her phone just yet, but I am doing it for the sake of the case.

A part of me believes that if anyone in her friend group is involved, they may have accidentally revealed it while she is questioning them.  

After Tris left my room, I typed down some of my discoveries and finished off yesterday's paperwork. I should have slept, but I couldn't.
There were so many thoughts in my head that I couldn't concentrate.
Tris. It's Tris. I kept thinking about how beautiful she is and how soft her lips were when I kissed her. And the smell of her body.

I had kissed her to mess with her, which was entertaining to see, but now a part of me wants to do it for a whole different purpose. 

It just took her kissing Lucas to realize how much I needed her. I shouldn't feel this way about a criminal since I don't know if she's innocent as she acts or if all she told me was a lie.
The first is that she isn't near my age, and the second is that she is a criminal. And both made me want her more.
I don't generally feel like I want someone; I have more important things on my mind. But there's something about Tris that I want to learn more about.

I pushed off my silly feelings and texted the others to see if they had any updates on Mr. Ledger's case. 

There was a large gang looking for him, and cops were initially helping him flee, but once it was shown that he was not innocent, the detectives who were with him turned against him, with the exception of the dirty cops he had wrapped around his fingers.
Mr. Ledger is a violent businessman who has fed lies to his family for years, particularly his wife.
Arthur informed me he interrogated his wife, and she claimed she had no knowledge of what Mr. Ledger was doing behind her back.

The entire family is twisted up; her mother is concerned, but I told her she can't see Tris just yet. Her brother, who lives in another town, has tried to text her, but I've told him she's not permitted to see anyone right now.
And I'm just afraid of her learning more about her father.
I need her to take it all in. I had just told her about the people she called her friends.

Mr. Ledger hired me to clear his daughter's name, which I could have done in a day, but knowing that he was a crook, I had to dig deeper into Tris' case to see if she wasn't a criminal like her father.

And so far, I have no fucking idea.
Every day, she confuses me.  

I awoke later in the middle of the night; I couldn't recall when I fell asleep; I must have been exhausted. My headache was gone.
I got out of bed to wash my face and brush my teeth. It was the middle of the night, but since I was awake, I decided to work on my laptop. I know if I try to sleep again, I won't sleep; I'll remain in bed for hours staring at the ceiling.
I walked to the kitchen for a coffee and was astonished to find Tris there, opening the refrigerator.

She jumped when she saw me, and we exchanged confusing looks.  

I turned on the light switch to brighten the room.
"So, what are you doing awake? I told you we have things to do early in the morning." I said, my voice dropping to a harsh pitch.
"Uh—hey, sorry, I just couldn't sleep and wanted a snack but there's barely anything here; I'll go back to my room," she grumbled. She shut the fridge and gazed at me as I was still standing in her way.

My gaze swept across her body; she was dressed in shorts and a sleeveless tank top, and she looked fucking hot. Her skin was smooth and silky. 

She exhaled deeply when she realized my gaze was riveted on her body. As I approached her, her breathing became shallow, and she licked her bottom lip and peered intently into my eyes.
I understand what she wants, and I don't want to give it to her, but I also want what she wants.
I had no idea I had gotten that close to her until I realized I was only inches away from her lips. Her back rested on the counter.

"I really do not want to go back to my room," she murmured, her voice shaking.
"I know," I answered. 

She swallowed hard, and as she continued to stare at my face, I felt her fingers wrap around my hand.
Then she got closer and placed her lips against mine.
This time, she was the one to kiss me first. I should have pushed her away, but instead I sat her down on the counter and kissed her hard until she struggled to breathe.

Her lips are the softest I've ever felt, like a new snowfall. It's so delicious and so effortlessly sweet.
All I wanted right now was to taste her. 

My hands traced every edge of her, following her curves as she moans into the kiss. She tugs on my shirt, out of breath.
This was completely wrong, but I don't care about tomorrow or today. What I wanted at the moment was her. I took off her tank top and unhooked her bra while we were still kissing. She was breathing fiercely and tightened her legs around my body.
I caress her thighs with my fingers before slowly removing her shorts. She was wearing only her bra and underwear. Her bra was already unhooked, and I was about to remove it, but then I paused and glanced at her.

I knew she wanted this by the expression in her eyes, and I did as well, but I also realized she probably wanted to forget Lucas.
I grabbed her up and walked straight to my room.
I pressed my lips against hers, kissing her all over her body and neck. Her scent was addicting. She reddened, and the sound of her moaning reached directly to my cock.
I wanted to fuck her right away, but I had to be patient.

I exhaled shakily, breaking myself from the kiss. She stares at me, perplexed. 

"Tris," I whispered, resting my palm on her thighs. I could feel goose bumps forming on her body.
"Why did you kiss Lucas back? I mean, do you still like him?" I asked.
She placed her hand on mine and looked deeply into my eyes.

"I don't know Charles; I just felt like I had to give in and I did but I don't like him anymore; he's a liar." She blurts out.
"Anymore..." I exhaled heavily and withdrew my hand away from her body. "When you say anymore, was that before you went to his place or after I told you about all that yesterday?"
"Why does it matter, Charles, Why now?" she asked, appearing disturbed.
"Answer the fucking question, Tris." I yelled, my voice rising.

She shook her head. Move closer to me.

"Please, Charles I don't care about Lucas."
"Oh, I believe you do; your slutty little self still wants his dick in you, don't you? You still miss the way he touched you, right?" I say, stroking her body and raising my hands to her boobs.
She breathed in and shook her head.
"What? Are you saying you don't still imagine him fucking that pussy? Why are you not saying anything, Tris?" I demanded. My hand curves around her neck, tilting her face toward me.
Tears welled in her eyes. "I don't want Lucas; I want you."

My heart pounds in my chest. I'd have believed her if she hadn't said it so late.
I scoffed, "Don't, Tris, just don't," and gripped her neck, causing her to open her mouth to breathe.
I don't want to worry about Lucas and her together.

I removed her bra and underwear, and she was completely naked on my bed. Her pussy was dripping wet.
"You need it so bad, don't you?," I said, and her legs stretched apart, revealing how tight she is.
Her breath quickens as she stares at me.

Slowly, I caressed her body until my fingers touched her pussy. I slide two fingers in, and she bites back a moan. It was so fucking sexy to watch her lose control of her body.
I fingered her slowly, allowing her to take it all in before going rapidly; she moved her body at a slight speed as I moved my fingers quicker in her. Her moans filled the room and traveled straight to my cock, but I tried not to become too excited. I did not want to fuck her.
Not yet.

Everything was perfect, and I didn't want to start my day tomorrow. I want to stay here in this moment forever. Her body is amazing.
She felt so fucking good. She was tight, wet, and made for me, like the missing jigsaw puzzle in my life.

To be continued...