Case File Name:
Proving a point.
♠Chapter Twenty-Three♠
After a three-hour nap and a long hot shower, I felt much more alive than I did this morning.
My hangover was luckily fading—and my head wasn't aching every few seconds.
Tazmin still had her dinner—which she mentioned was with the FBI director.
And to say the correlation was odd would be putting it lightly.
But apparently she has connections with them, which somehow makes sense.
It's probably how she gets off on so many different things.
I let out a content hum, eyeing my short black pleated dress and matching heels.
My dark hair which was previously in waves and down my back was now pulled up into a high ponytail with some strands pulled out to frame my face covered in neutral makeup.
It felt casual yet dressy at the same time for me, which was perfect since I didn't know what kind of vibe we were going for.
But clearly we all had the same idea in mind, given that Gia wore an off-the-shoulder blouse with a skirt and Mila wore a short frilly pink dress.
It felt like I had matched the vibe perfectly, especially as we sat in the restaurant, which seemed to serve comfort food—but still decorated precisely for a modern feel.
"No-no, funny story," Gia said, setting her cocktail down as we sat in the rounded booth beside each other, "One time I mentioned briefly that I wanted gelato around Taz—and the next week she had different flavors imported from fucking Italy."
I laughed as I sipped on my mixed drink, that definitely sounds like Tazmin.
"You have to be careful around her," Mila said, shaking her head with a smile, "She literally has no limits."
Gia nodded a few times, "And she has the most insane connections, which doesn't help," she added.
Which seemed to make me shake my head, "That's so true," I determined as I sat my drink down on the round table, "I mean, it's insane that she knows the FBI director," I said, still finding the connection to be insane.
And apparently Mila and Gia did too—considering their brows seemed to furrow.
But when they managed to tilt their heads at each other, it felt like they were silently communicating something.
"Okay, what is it?" I asked, not bothering to pretend I didn't notice them exchanging weird stares.
Gia quickly shook her head, "It's nothing—you're right that is insane," she quickly said.
But when they both awkwardly glanced down to their drinks, I determined there was more than Gia or Mila were leading on.
"It's obvious that there's more," I said, raising a brow at them both as they silently sipped their drinks, "So spill it—I hate being left out."
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عاطفية"If you wanted me to fuck you, all you had to do was ask," Tazmin said, her raspy voice lowered as she drew one of her hands up the inside of my thigh. I clenched my jaw, "I didn't," I gritted, even if we both knew it was a full-faced lie. Especiall...
