Falling

23 | Penthouse

Dante

"What's gotten into you?" Rodney said as he sat across from me on the couch.

Slouching back into the armchair I sat in, one ankle thrown on the other knee I scanned over some paperwork.

"What do you mean?" I moved my eyes to his. He smirked at me.

"You know, Tatum said she had been with Amelia last night." He watched my reaction. I kept my face stoic. Returning my gaze back to the file I was currently reading.

"If you're going to tease me like a teenage girl, I recommend you leave now." I said all while keeping my eyes set on the words in front of me.

I hadn't spoken to Amelia since yesterday. I had to tell her about the remaining journalist who refused to take down the article. Today at work I had left a message on her personal phone. Let's hope she fucking responds. Those pictures were an invasion of privacy and I'll be damned if they were kept up.

"Relax Dante, no need to get all defensive," he said sitting up and walking over to my kitchen. "Would you like a beer?"

Shaking my head no I sat up pulling the paperwork together and placing it in a folder, throwing it on the table in front of me. Sighing I rested forward on my elbows and brought my hands to my hair.

"Jamison is killing me here. Fucking little prick is always up my ass about something new. Today he sent me a file about a case my mom had been covering." I watched as Rodney sat back in front of me on the couch. He looked up while bringing the beer to his lips.

"Apparently she has this huge case down in Boston. They're trying to catch a foster care family that had been soliciting pictures of their young kids," shuddering at the disgusting thought it brought me I stood up.

"On second thought, I need that beer." I said as I reached the fridge.

"Thats fucked up. But why did Tate send you the case?" Rodney questioned pulling out his phone to answer a text.

"He knows I don't speak to my parents anymore, sends me anything and everything to do with them." I spoke in a flat tone sitting down next to him this time.

Leaning over I looked at his phone. Smirking, I looked back at him. I knew him and Tatum were talking more and he wasn't hiding it. I wonder if Amelia had told Tatum about the other night, and if she had then I wonder if Tatum had spoken to Rodney.

"Back off asshole," Rodney said, shoving my shoulder.

I laughed turning forward to grab the TV remote. I heard him get up besides me. "She wants to see me, I'm going to go and pick her up. I'll talk to you later?" He said questioning me.

"Alright Mr Black," I smirked using Tatum's last name. He flipped me off and grabbed his coat.

"You still coming to the birthday party tomorrow? Zac wants you there." He said, reminding me of his brother's party. Nodding my head yes I set my beer down. "Why does he want me there so badly?"

Rodney shook his head and grabbed his phone typing something back to Tatum. Not looking at me he answered.

"He wants you to meet his new boyfriend, and said he's found the one." Rodney said shaking his head laughing at something Tatum said and then looked back up to me.

"Of course he'd want to flaunt his relationship in front of me," I shook my head taking my beer back. "Claims I'm celibate because I don't ever date."

Rodney just rolled his eyes.

"I will text you details tomorrow." And with that he walked out the door. I threw my head back enjoying the silence. So much has happened since Monday. First the club, then Wednesday night dinner, then Wednesday nights.... yea. Two cold showers that night.