Detective Anagaile: Love & Crime (18+) {COMPLETE}

Chapter 3 - Cocktails & Secrets

   "Would you like some champagne?" The waitress says as we entered, Smith reaches out and takes a class and I follow. "Thank you." I said, "You're welcome, enjoy the rest of your evening." She says before disappearing into the crowd. I take a sip of my champagne - green apple, fresh cut grass, pineapple, apricots, toast, and it also has a long after taste which is indicative of a very good vintage. I quickly recognized the wine they were serving it was Moet, grand vintage flavor. "Some fundraiser this is." I mocked. "These people are filthy rich, serving expensive bottles of champagne to their guest doesn't budge their bank account balance." Smith says.

  We navigated slowly through the crowed listening to bits and pieces of people's conversations. None of them gave us any relevant information that we needed for the case. Do rich people always have unstable relationships? I mean one woman said she had sex with her pool boy and the delivery man and the other said she had sex with her landscaper on the lawn mower when her husband was out of town. How do you have sex on a lawn mower?  "Anagaile!" A voice shouts out my name from across the room. I knew that voice. But I couldn't find who it belonged to. Shortly after I saw her charging towards me. She was dressed in a white curve hugging dress that went as far as above her knees, her dress was low cut too but hers had thin straps, her brown hair was wrapped up in a messy back bun and she had on a silver necklace that was getting sucked up by her breast. She finished off her look with silver heeled sandals. She swings her hands around my neck almost knocking my champagne out of my hand and freeing me from the clutches of Smith's arm. "Damn it Shannessa! You powerful beast!" I exclaimed. She laughs. "Ana where have you been for the pass week?" She asks squeezing me tighter. "You know... working." I said while wrapping my free hand around her. "Well it would be nice if you could give a call or return your bestfriend's call." She said while releasing me from the hug. I felt bad, but I knew she understood. When she was going to nursing school she hardly had time to talk to me when I just started working but we would still meet up when we had the time. Now that she dropped out. Not because of funds because she could afford it... she dropped out because she said the work was too much and that she felt like she was studying to become a doctor or a lawyer and it just wasn't worth it. She dropped out and became a stripper. Weird right? A Detective and a Stripper are bestfriends.
   
  Her occupation didn't stop me from loving her as much as I did before, she was not just my bestfriend she was my sister. But what exactly was she doing here? "I bet you're wondering what I'm doing here." She says. "Are you reading my mind?" I asked. "No but I know you. I'm here with this guy I'm seeing. His dad asked him to come so he could see the type of parties business men put on, he wants him to take over his business when he's too old and can't manage blah blah. Oh my God. Manners. Hello I'm Shannessa! Ana's bestfriend. You are?" She says while extending an hand for him to shake. "Smith. Ana's friend. Pleasure to make your aquaintance Miss Shannessa." He says while taking her hand and planting a kiss on it. Smith's a gentleman?! "Its okay I know what you guys are doing here. At least you're nicer than her other partners." She says whispering.

   "Nessa! Get over here! Now!" He barks and Nessa rolls her eyes. Asshole. How dear he talk to her like that. "Its okay Ana. He won't be around for very long." She says before giving me one last hug. "See you soon okay? Goodbye Mr. Smith" she says while smiling before going back into the crowed. "If only she knew you were anything but nice." I said while watching my bestfriend walk back to that asshole. I just want him to make one wrong move then I'd be over there karate chopping his ass. "I am nice. When I want to be." Smith says.

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   The night dragged and we had nothing. I was stuffed and the champagne was slowly creeping up on me. I think I drank too much. Then some men came in front of us. "We will meet at the west wing of the building in the second hall, tell the other men." Now we have something. Smith and I went to the location they were going to meet. To find a spot so we could listen in on there conversation.

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    "With Hemingway being dead someone will be needed to run his business." One of the men said. "I heard he has a bastard child. A son." Another man states. What? He didn't have any children with his wife but he has one outside of his marriage. "So that was the secret he was covering up." Smith said. I didn't bother to ask him what he was talking about I needed to listen. "It doesn't matter if he has a son or not. Nobody knows about him. His wife will be taking over. We could probably punk her out into allowing us to have more shares in the business. That will be more money for us." Another man says. "Right that seems like a legit plan. She doesn't care about the business we could probably trick her into signing over everything." Another man inquires. "Don't get greedy Jackson. We might lose everything, she may not be interested but she isn't stupid she may know exactly what we are doing, if she gives away everything she won't have anything to get money from. Lets aim for most but not a-" , he stops talking because he is interupted by my phone ringing. Fuck.
    I dug through my purse to silence the stupid thing. After I silenced my phone I heard footsteps coming towards us and the sound of a gun cocking. Who the hell were these men? Were these the type of men Hemingway was scamming. My hand was still in my purse and it was holding my gun. I was just as ready as these assholes.
       Suddenly I felt a hand grabbing mine. Smith held on to my arm pulling me into a corner. "Act like your drunk and kiss me." He said softly looking me in the eyes. I knew exactly what he was doing. There was way too many men in there and we probably couldn't take them all if we tried and it would create a scene. So I did exactly what he said. I wrapped my arms around his neck and planted my lips on his, I felt his tongue force its way into my mouth and his hand sliding down my body. I started  fisting through his hair and both our breathing increased. I felt his hands on my ass grabbing and squeezing it. I knew we were doing this for the sake of our lives but it felt like it was going to turn into something more if those men didn't come find us soon. Smith pushed me against the wall and started kissing my neck while his hands were making there way under my dress. What the fuck?! "Smith... wait." My voice was trembling. He didn't stop and then I heard footsteps coming. Thank God. I was almost sure I'd let Smith fuck me right here. He took my hands holding them above my head with one hand before finding his way back to my mouth, his other hand hodling my waist. "Its just a drunk horny couple." A man said talking into his wrist. I was watching him through squinted eyes. "Get a room you two." He joked. Smith turned around and I started laughing like a girl who had way too much to drink. Smith pulled me in front of him wrapping his arms around me, "Do you mind?" He ask before gently biting my ear. I turn around wrapping my arms around his neck and giggling on his lips. "Carry on." The man says before walking away.