Dominick Kinsey: PI (boyxboy)

Case 13: Balls to the Wall Part 1

As soon as I started to descend the stairs into my office for another day of waiting for something to happen I could sense that there was somebody in my shop. I quieted my breathing and slowed my steps to reduce the amount of noise I was making. My goal was to be as quiet as possible until I figured out if the person in my shop was a threat. After all, I had locked up before going to bed the night before, just like I did every night at the end of my insanely boring shifts, so there should be no reason a friendly party had gotten into my shop. Someone would have had to break in.

I tiptoed into the room and made my way over to my desk chair, where I could just see the top of a brown head sitting tall in my chair. They either didn't hear me or were just very comfortable sitting in my desk chair. Playing with my slinky.

I was just about to put a hand on my chair and swivel it around when the person spoke. "Hello, Dominick," the man purred, voice like liquid honey. I'm not ashamed to say I jumped when he addressed me. But I would never admit to anyone, especially the man sitting in the chair, that I almost shrieked in alarm.

"What the fuck are you doing here, Ezi?" I greeted, as the man spun around to face me.

"I missed you," he said with a fake pout.

"Sure you did," I replied with a roll of my eyes.

"What, you didn't miss me?"

"I missed you about as much as I'd miss a cactus toothbrush," I stated and a smirk started to form on his face. Apparently he found that remark funny. Switching subjects to the matter at hand, I asked, "Why are you here?"

Getting up out of my chair he stretched. I definitely ogled him as his shirt came up just far enough for me to catch a glimpse of his muscles underneath. What I wouldn't give to lick something off of those. Before I had time to process much Ezriah Taylor had pulled me flush against him.

"What the fuck," I seethed trying to push myself away. I barely moved. Why is this guy so strong?

He leaned forward, not minding my struggles one bit, and sensually spoke into my ear, "I know you missed me."

"Dammit," I hissed as shivers coursed through my body. That voice was a sin. I pushed away and this time he let me go.

I gave him a look over as he sat in my seat again, legs crossed with elbows resting on the arm rests. His fingers were folded together and every once and a while he would move one to an imaginary beat, lost in thought. His brown eyes seemed far away as he looked intently past me. There was something about him that made me want to do things that I never did. Like, let's say, fuck him more than once. I shook my head, as if that very action could dispel that thought from my brain. There was a reason I didn't do relationships. I just needed to remember that. Wow, his gaze is really unnerving. I can't even imagine what it would be like if he was actually focusing on me.

After a few minutes of this treatment Ezriah spoke.  "An acquaintance of mine needs your help," he was silent for a few minutes before continuing on. "People are going missing in his neighborhood. According to his team, there's nothing that links the individuals," here he sighed. "Nothing except Brandt Park."

"Brandt Park?" I'd heard of that park. It was about 45 minutes away from here in a ritzy part of town. I had been surprised that there hadn't been word about a string of disappearances, but after hearing that it centered around that community, I was no longer surprised. The people that lived there cared more about their reputations than they did for their families. There was no way they'd let a scandal like a missing person or five get out into the media and tarnish their good names.

"So, let me guess, they want me to go and question people in the area in hope that I'll see something they missed when they already questioned the area?" I surmised with a sigh of boredom.