Janet and I sat quietly in as the trial continued on. Gavala was on the stand, lying through his teeth. It made me upset how he could lie like this without being caught in his own lies. His defense attorney questioned him and soon sat down. DA Toni Braxton stood up, walking towards you.
"Mr. Gavala, where were you at 9:30 that Tuesday night?" she asked, her heels clicked. She wore a tight black pencil skirt with a white top, her hair straightened and black, with light make up. I couldn't help but stare at her lotioned legs and defined thighs. The way she walked was intoxicating.
"I was at home during the time, watching reruns of the Kardashians,"
"But, our witness states that you were under a street light near her apartment at 9:30 murdering the victim no?"
"How could she have possibly seen us with the shadows that night?"
"I'll be asking the questions here Mr. Gavala,"
"Fine then....yes the witness did,"
"Did you kidnap the witness and Detective Jackson in order to have a mistrial?"
"How when I was under house arrest that whole time?"
"Your honor I present evidence 6, a recording of a phone call of the witness to Agent Whitney Houston of FBI using Gavala's phone," Toni said as she pulled out the tape recorder and pressed the play button. The whole conversation was played, my screaming and my fighting nearly made me cry again of what was going on. Janet held my hand, and I gripped it tightly, wiping my tears.
"So....you had nothing to do with it did you?" He stayed silent and Toni smirked at her triumph.
"No further questions your honor," she walked back and sat down. I couldn't help my gaze. Damn...stop it Onika...You have Janet...a girl can look can't she? The trial was over and a verdict would be reached by tomorrow morning.
"Let's go to lunch shall we?" Janet said with a smile.
"Fine by me...where to?"
"Hmmm...I don't know Where ever you take me love," She smiled. I decided Ihop the best place to go, since I was feeling like having brunch. We were seated quickly and given menus. I peaked over the menu looking on at her gorgeous cheeks. She was smiling the whole time. She looked up, noticing my stair, and her face turned red.
"Stop staring at me," She blushed. I giggled.
"I can't help you are so beautiful," I smiled, lookin at her tantalizingly. After our short encounter at the hospital 2 weeks ago, I have been wanting to fuck her all day. The outfit she wore made me want her even more. I couldn't help it, by body wanted her badly.
"I want you," my tone low and lustful. She looked up at me and smiled.
"I know...but wait till we get home,"
"No....now," I said standing, she blushed and shook her head.
"Come on...I need you. I need to feel your wetness between my fingers and your moaning in my ears,"
"You can wait a little longer," she was teasing me. I squirmed and fiddled with my underwear under the table, making myself moan and my face turned red. She looked at me.
"Stop it...not here,"
"Then lets go to the bathroom and do it. It's practically empty in here and I bet you no one will come in on us," I say. I pouted, poking out my bottom lip and batted my eyelashes. She sighed, and put her napkin down. I smiled sheepishly and grabbed my hand leading me into the girls bathroom. We decided on the larger stall, I pushed her against the wall.
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Shattered #Wattys2016
ChickLitDetective Janet Jackson, one of the best in the L.A.P.D was a stubborn, difficult, and down right cold hearted woman who wanted things done her way or no way. With a horrible past, feeling guilt at the death of her partner. She works alone, and when...
