Coffee n drama

Criminals

"They really thought it is good idea, didn't they?" A lazy voice catches my attention as the door of the prison closes. 

Its deep and low. Lazy and very, very familiar. 

"No way." I breath out as his voice hits me years later. Out of every place in the world, we had to meet in a prison. 

His eyes are closed and he lays like he has no worry in the world. Typical of him.

He lays there with his black suit that I have feeling is his second skin. The sleeves fit him well enough let me see the slight bulge of muscles. Still working out I see.

The coat hangs off the bench kind of thing he is half asleep on and I can see the plane of muscles carved by the sweat and cotton on him. He knows what he is doing.

That smirk widens and I internally roll my eyes. He never changes.

The frail hanging bulb finally lights up and I see the matured face in front of me. The once boy reflecting in a now drool worthy man's face. 

I have never denied the truth, even if it makes me wanna punch myself. And that 5o'clock shadow with the sharp jawline, I would be an idiot not to admit that. But only to myself, he is already too cocky. Wouldn't want him to get worse now, do I?

"Take a picture..." He drawls as I continue to stare at him. Cocky bastard.

I continue to take in his new appearance, liking the change way too much. A part of me just takes in the view, but everything else in me thinks of ways to get out of here... With my sanity intact.

"Mia cara." He mouths and chuckles, getting up and striding towards me in 2 steps. The tiny cell feels more cramped than ever as he looms over me. 

My back straightens and I look him in the eyes, not letting him intimidate me. He grins, the dimples visible clearly for a split second before he pokes his cheek. I watch as he licks his lips, doing the same unconsciously.  

He knows how much of a hold he has on me and right now, I don't really care either. 

We hold eye contact for I don't know how long but it gets disturbed by a loud bang on the door. Guess they didn't want to watch a good show tonight. Eh, do I care though?

"So... why are we here?"I ask him in words that aren't possibly comprehended by anyone but us. Our secret language, though its not the only secret we share.

"Its been too long." He says, giving me no context whatsoever. Guess somethings don't ever change.

"Donors?" I ask carelessly and fall on the place he laid on a few minutes ago. He leans on the wall infront of me. That mouth watering smirk doesn't fall off his face and the answer is pretty clear.

"You?" He asks without caring that he isn't speaking in our language. I raise my eyebrows at the question. Like you don't know.

I know a stalker when I see one, specially since I am one. The difference? I am a professional while he does it for pleasure. He doesn't look surprised but I can see the smirk, that had begun to ware off, back. 

"So the showers..." He smiles, stalking closer to me as he says. Just as he reaches, I stand up to full height, just a few inches shorter than him. His lips right infront of me eyes and I don't know if its a good thing or a bad one that I am not looking into his eyes.

Before his hand goes around my waist, I feel it coming. Taking the hint, I step forward, pressing myself against him and drag a freshly manicured nail against his jaw. 

A second later, his hand grabs hold of my small waist, a feat I achieved when I was 12. Those abs are like a safety jacket, keeping me grounded. 

"Mia cara, you are such a tease." He breathes, saying it against my ear and my head automatically tilts up, letting the roughness glide down my cheek and to my neck. His soft, cold lips mask the irritating bristles and my eyes close.

I have waited too long to not devour this moment. Even if a whole lot of detectives are looking at us on live feed, it doesn't affect me. They may be my collogues but he is my salvation. Or maybe my sins, there is not much of a difference when the lines are blurred since day one.

The sharp nip and then a cooling sensation on my collarbone, brings me back to reality. I have bent my rules for years. Played the game from inside and watched them burn as I laugh. But this time, this time I have finally let go of that pleasure for a better one.

"My fiancé-" He groans against my skin and bites harder in warning. My hands tighten in his hair, not knowing when they reached there. I chuckle, feeling the vibrations as he continues to leave marks just the way he likes it. 

"He needs to be taken care of-"The door busts open as the man I was supposed to marry stands with blazing eyes. He looks like a puppy in comparison to the man in my arms. 

I lock eyes with him as my man begins to go lower with his hot, melting kisses.

"How could-" His words disappear as delicious lips cover mine again after years. They push against mine, demanding my attention. My hands tighten around his neck and I feel him lift me up.

"Give me my heels Miles." I breath out as Elijah takes a moment to let me breath. As if trained, my former fiance walks upto me before kneeling and making me wear the heels as I kiss another man with fire in my eyes. The kind that I never felt with him. 

Elijah smirks against my mouth, sparing a glance at the man at our feet. Its not even been a few years since he had tried to get us on our knees. He may not remember much but I do, so very clearly. 5 years since I almost got caught and since Elijah almost lost his life in the middle of our revenge. They had a chance and they ruined it terribly. 

The old money, spoilt little prince no where to be seen. His humiliated, battered and bruised ego leaking out of his red eyes. 

"I'll give you some advice Miles-" I breath out as Elijah goes back to my neck with the new ease of access. "-Feelings don't talk, money does." I repeat his words from 12 years ago. The ones that stuck with me when I was 18, begging him and his dad to leave me alone. 

"Daddy dearest died by my hands, you wouldn't want yourself to be next would you?" I grin, taking hold of Elijah's arm and walk out of the tiny cell he arranged for our reunion. 

We don't talk about the reason we didn't meet because of. Its pretty clear, he finished off his side and I did mine. Both of us doing it clean and legally. Or whatever is that you would call a loop-holed law.

Hiding identities and playing safe has never been our things. We were born and raised to be the perfect don and donna, its about time we let them know how big we are.