A Deal with the Devil (Completed)

16. He is so whipped.

Chapter 16.

He is so whipped.

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Natalie Acker lived in a rich apartment, more of a condo. Her house was on the topmost floor, 35th and as the lift moved upwards, I mentally prayed for it to not have any short circuit or get stuck suddenly. I had claustrophobia since I got locked in the bathroom in third grade, don't even ask how that happened.

I sighed in relief as the bell dinged on 35th floor and we got out. On the right was a huge brown door with a fish made of thick threads hanging at the side.

Colton rang the green colored bell and stepped back. We heard some shuffling from the other side, a loud cuss and then locks moving before the door finally opened. There stood a woman with blonde highlighted hair tied up in a messy bun and green eyes that squinted at Colton. Though that's not what anyone would see first, her main assets were her breasts, one look and there was no way that the garments Colton had found at Raul's pace weren't hers. Breast implants at its best!

Right now they were merely clad in a see through white crop top which enabled anyone from 10 feet distance to see the bright neon pink bra. The crop top showed off her flat stomach and the silver stomach ring. Her denim shorts barely covered the long legs. I could bet she was about 6' which was a giant in front of my tiny 5'4''

"I don't do kids." She snorted, staring at Colton and starting to shut the door.

I swear my jaw dropped till the ground floor, Colton on the other hand turned pink and blinked rapidly, clearing his throat. "Uh no, w-we uh just came here to ask some questions not that um yeah."

Her eyes squinted at 'we', glancing behind Colton to glance at me. Her eyes turned disapproving. I could basically hear her thoughts, what was a hot guy like Colton doing with a plain girl like me. I stood my ground, not letting her drilling gaze put holes on me.

"Hi, I am Racheal Smith and this is Colton Hastings, my boyfriend." Unintentionally I focused on the word boyfriend, making Colton smirk beside me.

Natalie's eyes turned disinterested. "So?"

"We wanted to ask a few questions about the Raul case."

Her reaction was amusing, the bored stance changed to stiff and her eyes hardened, lips forming a straight fuck off line. "Why did the guard not intercom me?"

I shrugged, not caring to explain that we had managed to slip past him which he was busy eating a burrito.

"I am going to make sure he is fired." Natalie swore, gritting her teeth.

"Can we come in?" Colton inquired politely, giving her his best smile.

I mentally rolled my eyes as I saw Natalie's face soften. "Yes of course." She shifted, letting us enter.

The insides were just as elegant as the building. The walls were painted white and a large chandelier hung at the center. There was a grey and black couch and three matching love seats with a glass table in between. Looked like she entertained a lot of people.

I sat on a love seat, making sure Colton sat beside me. Natalie sat on the arm of opposite couch. "Would you like something to drink?"

We shook our head.

"Good because I wasn't going to give." She sassed, falling back on the couch facing the ceiling. "Go on shoot. The police have already investigated me twice and third time they came I had to flip them off."