Imperatrix

chapter 19

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Harry woke up to the alarm clock beeping. He stretched his arm to the side expecting to touch a body, but he was met with empty sheets instead. He sat up and touched her spot, it was cold meaning she hadn’t been there for a while now. He got up and put on a pair of boxers before checking the bathroom, she wasn’t there. She wasn’t in the kitchen either, she was no where.

He sighed and made himself a cup of coffee. He was a little hungover, but he remembered ever detail of last night. The girl had glossy black hair and eyes, tattoos on her left arm and an extremely sexy body. He knew cause well; he had spent the entire night with her. Just the thought was making him hard again.

And she had left this morning, like he preferred. It was just a one-night stand, nothing more. He never had to see her again, so why did that thought make him feel sad? He shook his head and finished his coffee. Thank God it was Saturday, he didn’t think he would be able to go to work.

The perks of being a senior detective was that he didn’t have to work on weekends, except there was a case. He hoped that LA would stay safe till Monday. For Gods sake, it was everyday someone died in LA. And then there was Jack Cabrera. He sighed and went into the bathroom, letting the water run down his body, washing away the sweat and smell of sex.

And then he remembered her again. Damn it! Why did he have to remember her again! He even remembered her name. Anna. And as he stood under the shower, he realised he wanted to see her again. He dressed, and grabbing his wallet, he switched off the lights preparing to leave, he had to make a quick stop at the super market for some groceries, then he needed to visit his mother in the retirement home.

As he opened the door, his mind was instantly transported to when he had …okay, that’s enough reminiscing! Something black caught his eyes, and he bent to pick it up. It was her pant. The pant he had ripped off her. Not wanting to go back into the house, he tucked it into his pocket and got into his car. Then he remembered that he hadn’t used protection the first time. Oh no!

He rested his head against the steering and closed his eye. This was bad, really bad.

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Jack got home early in the morning and went straight to her bed. She didn’t get up till it was noon. She took a quick shower and went down to get breakfast, or rather brunch. There was no one in the kitchen when she got there. The maids they had worked part-time in the mornings and evenings. And they were changed monthly so they won’t know too much. The only permanent staff they had was Sisi, and she didn’t even speak proper English. She only knew bits and could barely put together a correct sentence.

Sisi had probably gone to the supermarket. Jack opened the fridge and took out tomatoes and other vegetables, then she sliced them. She liked having a lot of veggies in her scrambled eggs. The toast had just popped up when Sisi came in with her arms full of brown bags. Her eyes widened when she saw Jack cooking.

“Tienes hambre? Sisi make you breakfast, si?”

Jack moved the spatula out of the way as Sisi tried to take it. “Don’t worry Sisi, I’m capable of making my own breakfast, thanks.”

Sisi nodded and put the food stuff away and left the kitchen. Jack set the plates down and took a jug of orange juice from the fridge. Angy came down in shorts and a crop top.

“Oh look who’s back,” she said as she took a seat opposite Jack. She tried to reach for her toast, but Jack smacked her hand. “Ow! You ain’t got to be that harsh,” she said glaring at her. “I am hungry, where is Sisi?”