The Mistletoe's Mischief {S.M}

Chapter 1

I woke up next to Thomas. Thomas and I have been dating for a few years, we met in law school. I was studying to become a private detective, just like my dad. He is one of the best detectives in Toronto. I was planning on taking over his private detective company when he would retire, but everything happened so fast.

He got sick and I had to take over the company. I had to build myself a reputation. I'm proud to admit I don't have a bad reputation. Half of Toronto city knows who I am. I've helped the police arrest several celebrities that were in fact involved in gangs, murders and the traffic of drugs.

Thomas has been so supportive, he's been so kind. He has even helped me financially. I wonder where he gets all his money, he's a fireman, but he gains way more than he should.

I've tried questioning him about it many times, but he only ever gets angry and leaves the apartment to come back a few days later saying he's sorry. The thing is, I never really forget how upset he makes me feel, and it only ever accumulates.

I slipped out of bed and onto the hardwood floor, today was going to be a good day. I was going to be celebrating Christmas with my family. Although it's Christmas Eve, we like to stay up and wait for Christmas day to arrive.

When I was little I didn't get to stay up, because my parents would tell me Santa wouldn't come if I was awake. My sister, Destiny, is a mother of two; Ella and Liam. She's a hype mother to have. I love seeing them excited for Santa to come put presents under the tree, eat the cookies and drink the milk they put on a tea table, near the fireplace.

It makes me remember when I was untroubled, unworried about buying gifts, making sure I make it through the month, making sure I have enough money to eat. I miss the time when everything was just so simple.

I put on a nice pair of fancy work pants that I wear to work every day, they're so comfortable and classy. I like looking like an independent and strong woman. I live for that. I love to look unobtainable. My mother had taught me at a young age that men desire women. They try to act tough but really deep down inside they know women make them weak. Men do everything for women.

Thomas twisted and turned in bed, he was still sleeping and it was best that way. I know he would most likely be frustrated with me for going to work on Christmas Eve morning, but the thing is that I love my job and I wanted to see if I got anything new to care about for today.

I always loved receiving new cases. I hardly ever accept to investigate on one's partner because they have doubts on them being unloyal. They usually end up in law suits, and that's the worst thing that could happen to me. I don't want to end up in jail, or having to pay a huge amount of money.

I walked downtown Toronto City. My office was located in a building close to a Starbucks, which was pretty good for business. Many people saw the company as they walked by. I saw Drake once, he congratulated me on a case, and I was stunned. He told me if he ever needed anything, it was me he was going to go to.

I unlocked the door to my work station and walked in. To my great surprise, someone entered as soon as I had opened the door. A woman, she was about the same age I was. She was wearing a tight jet black jacket. I could see the hint of a white dress that was longer than her jacket. She had a white Prada handbag and was waiting for me to invite her to take a seat.

"Take a seat" I smiled at her, she smiled back.

We both took off our coats and sat down. She instantly started to talk, without waiting for my permission. That's usually the polite thing to do. I could also tell she looked quite tense.

Her red lipstick was starting to wear off which meant she had been up for a while. Her cheeks were stained by what looked like mascara, she'd been crying. How much do you bet this is a, "I think my boyfriend is cheating on me case."

"My boyfriend, he... I think he's cheating on me."

I was right. I smiled to myself as I took a sip of my coffee. I loved my job.

"Alright, what's your name?" I asked the unstable young lady. Her breathing hitched as she thought for a moment.

"My name is Amber, Amber Simons," her answer was smooth and the words rolled off her tongue. I envied her.

"My name is Hailee, Hailee Dupuis. How may I help you Ms. Simons?" I set my coffee down on the table and looked at her in the eyes, she must've felt intimidated because she looked down.

"I would like it if you could supervise my boyfriend's activity," she faked a smile and looked at me.

I wish my relationship with Thomas will never result to me being suspicious about him being unloyal. Amber looks so strong. If she wasn't crying, I would be intimidated by her. I wonder if there are times when I look weak. It's unbelievable that someone would cheat on someone like Amber, or anyone for that matter.

"I don't do cases li-" I was cut off by Amber.

"I'll pay you a million dollars cash under the table, and no one will know about this, don't make any files. Keep it personal, on your spare time. I'll pay you."

My heart dropped. I could actually live like a normal person, eat when i'm hungry and be able to heat up the apartment with that kind of money. I would be able to buy decent gifts for the people I love and I would be able to donate money to people in need. Did she just really say she would pay one freaking million dollars for me to investigate on her boyfriend. There is something very wrong here.

"I'll do it," I nodded and looked at her.

A faint smile appeared on her lips as she stood up and got her coat.

"His name is Shawn, Shawn Mendes" She placed a picture on my desk and left.