Corrupted (18+) (GxG)

Case File 76

Case File Name:
Overwhelming Guilt.

♠Chapter Seventy-Six♠

"Tazmin," I called out as I walked past the main hallway of her house, adjusting my strapless cream and white patterned top.

Which cinched perfectly at my waist and exposed my cleavage.

The matching flare pants purposely sat low on my waist to reveal part of my toned stomach, flowing down onto the white open-toed heels on my feet.

I also wore my typical dainty silver jewelry with my dark hair pulled into a high ponytail—leaving some of my curled baby hairs out to frame my face covered in a matte makeup look.

My brows suddenly furrowed as soon as I stopped in the kitchen, noticing Tazmin was nowhere to be found.

I glanced around the open living area, making sure she wasn't off to the side.

But when I noticed she wasn't, I reached for my phone to double-check that I read her text correctly.

She did say she would be in the kitchen...

I tilted my head, unconsciously glancing past my phone where I noticed a pink bow.

Which was tied around a thick stack of cash.

I slowly lowered my phone, walking over to the stack of cash and a note beside it which was in Tazmin's neat handwriting.

For your next shopping trip baby.

A slow smile slowly grew on my lips, shaking my head as I picked up the cash to analyze.

Remind me to never be on the phone with Tazmin while I'm shopping without her.

And using my own money.

I had just gotten this New Year's Eve outfit today when I was out with Marie.

And Tazmin happened to call me during the midst of it.

Let's just say she wasn't the happiest about me sending the money she had sent over—right back to her.

I never imagined unaccepted money would be what we argue over.

Like a full-on fight actually occurred between us, but maybe after this insane gesture, she'll be over it.

"You had me looking fucking crazy during my meeting today," I heard Tazmin suddenly say as she walked into the kitchen towards me.

And she looked so fucking good in the black tank top that clung to her torso and exposed her tatted arms.

The matching baggy black jeans added to her look along with the black beanie she wore over her light blonde hair.

And of course, she had on her usual iced-out chains—with Cartier bracelets and an expensive AP watch lining her wrists.

My smile grew amused, "Mad you couldn't get your way?" I purposely said, as she ran her hands past my waist and pulled me back into the front of her body.