"Dad that makes zero sense! " I bellowed at him as I pointed at the stupid TV show he loved so much. He simply shrugged, still invested in what the characters were doing.
I love my dad and we got along quite well, but since I was a little girl, it was obvious that we were polar opposites. We found interest in completely different things, so I guess that's why our relationship never got boring. Opposite, after all, do attract.
The doorbell went off and I saw it as a perfect opportunity to escape from the terrible show I was watching with my dad.
"I'll get it! " I rushed out as I hopped from the couch and wobbled on my numb feet to the door. I combed my fingers through my thick hair to make it seem somewhat presentable as I pulled the door open.
To my surprise, Detective Deckor himself stood before me, handsome and charming as ever. I quickly perked up at his presence and got rid of a piece of popcorn that was stuck to my face. I was expecting him to come by eventually when I last saw him three days ago, but not on a Saturday. Like, don't they have weekends off or something?
His eyes trailed down my almost bare body, since I was only wearing a sports bra and bed shorts. I shifted uncomfortably when his eyes took a while to find my face again, this time his pupils slightly dilated.
"Good morning" I greeted sharply, eliminating the silence.
He cleared his throat once I spoke and thrust a hand out for me to take. "Pleasure seeing you again Cianna"
Yeah I can imagine.
"Same here. Do you come with good news?" I asked in anticipation. I didn't mind staying with my dad, but the whole point of moving out was to have a place to myself.
"Unfortunately, no." He sighed. "There is no trace of her in town either, so I'm assuming she fled. But there is something I would like to show you." I raised an eyebrow at this.
She really ran? That only meant one thing.
"That bitch," I mumbled, receiving a chuckle from Tristan. "But what do you want to show me? "
"Come with me and I'll show you" He simply said.
"Is this your way of secretly taking me out on a date? " I questioned with narrowed eyes, though anyone could detect the teasing in my voice.
He actually laughed, like a heartfelt laugh as he shook his head. I could see the clear dip of a dimple on his left cheek, causing my heart to do a double take.
"If I was taking you out on a date, I would've asked you like a gentleman" He concluded after his laugh.
"So are you a gentleman? Asking for a friend."
He laughed again. "I guess you'll just have to stick around to find out" He winked playfully. I bit my lip as I opened the door wider for him to enter.
"Just give me a minute to change and I'll be right with you." I told him as we walked to the living room where dad was still watching his show.
"Who was it? " He asked without looking around.
"It was the detective. "
"What did he want? Tell those f**kers at the station that my baby didn't do-" He stopped quickly when he finally looked around to see a surprisingly amused Tristan.
I swear he was too laid back to be a detective.
"Good morning Mr Leir" Tristan curtly greeted with a short nod.
Dad simply nodded in response with a slight tint to his cheeks before darting back his eyes to the TV. I left them be with a small chuckle as I ran to my old room to throw on a pair of ripped jeans and a cropped top. It was all I brought with me, and I felt weird knowing that Tristan would most likely see it as inappropriate. But what can I do?
I grabbed a purse and my now fully charged phone and met them back in the living room.
"I'll be back soon. Love you" I quickly dropped a kiss on my dad's cheek before leading Tristan back out.
I followed closely behind him to his jeep as he held the door open for me. I struggled to hop in since being 5'3 and 22 was an odd mix. I always had problems going into high vehicles.
Tristan chuckled before gripping my bare waist to help guide me in. My cheeks burnt in embarrassment, but he seemed to be enjoying it quite well. Once I was up, I was surprised to feel a light slap on my bum before he rounded the car and joined me inside.
I held my head down so that my hair would fall over my cheeks to hide my embarrassment. I knew he could see how much he affected me, but I was not ready to accept it.
"You're really cute, you know that? " His voice snapped me back to reality and I got impossibly pinker.
"Um, thanks" I mumbled, tucking my hair behind my ear.
What is wrong with me? I was never a blusher. Ever.
The engine roared to life and we sped off onto the open road. There was silence for quite a while, and I noticed that we were heading in the direction of my house. It got me anxious to know what he had to show me. Did the crazy blonde set my house on fire before fleeing town?
I sure hoped not.
I decided to initiate conversation to cut through the thick silence in the space and get my mind off the house.
"So ... Are you gonna tell me how you became a detective at such a young age? " I asked, internally slapping myself for asking such a stupid question.
"Why do you assume that I'm young? "
"You look young" I shrugged. "Aren't you? "
He chuckled lightly as he shifted the gear stick, but he didn't remove his hand from it. "I am twice your age minus eighteen years," he said.
I groaned in frustration at my hate for maths, but I did it anyway, since I really wanted to know. It took a while and a few fingers before I figured out that he was 26.
"That is young" I scoffed. "I'm still holding out to see how well you do in this case," I challenged him with a sinister smile.
He shifted gears again, but I noticed how his hand was sliding down the gear stick-- closer to my knee.
"Is that a challenge Ms Leir? " He growled in a undoubtedly sexy tone, and his hand finally made contact with my bare knee through the ripped jeans, sending sparks through my body.
"Only if you want it to be, Detective Deckor," I whispered in a strained voice as my body blazed on fire. A light flashed through his eyes as his hand trailed higher. Slowly. Slowly.
But just then he made an abrupt stop, and I saw that we were parked in front of my house. I cursed lowly but composed myself when he flashed me a wink before hopping out.
I had no clue how one man could sexually frustrate me this much. I mean, aren't I supposed to be in mourning or something? Yea Sheldon and I didn't end things on the best terms, but I knew him for six months. I should at least be a little sad.
But here I was, lusting after the detective on the case of my ex boyfriend's murder.
What a story.
I followed behind him to the door, and I gasped in shock when I saw what was written on it.
"I'll get you bitch", it read.
For a split second I felt scared, but then I remembered who I was.
If Mia thought she could get me without a fight, then she had another thing coming. If she was indeed the murderer, which it was quite obvious that she is, then I had no doubt that I was a target too.
But nobody ever went down without a fight. Or me at least.
"I suggest you change your locks," Tristan said in a professional voice, all flirting gone. "It would help if you can get a security system installed too. But I don't suggest you stay here alone until we get a trace on her. "
"I'm a big girl Detective. I can take care of myself"
"I have no doubt that you can, but it's just a suggestion" He added, but his eyes were screaming at me to listen.
"So this means you know that she's the killer right? " What other reason would he have to be so persistent about these 'suggestions'.
He pursed his lips in thought but shook his head nonetheless.” I can't say until we have her in custody. There is still no evidence that points to her."
I rolled my eyes at that. Of course. "But everything points to lil old me" I drawled sarcastically before pushing the door open. If she ever wrecked my house...
"Hey come here" He pulled me back before I could step inside, and turned me to face him. "Don't think for a second that I think you did it. Something is off about the whole thing, but I hope you realize that I have a desirous interest in you Cianna"
He stepped closer to me and cupped my cheek to bring my eyes to him. "A really desirous interest " He added gruffly, causing my breath to hitch.
"Wh-why?" I managed to mumble out through my mess of emotions.
"Because, Cianna, you're different. Really different "
And with that, I had no clue what happened after because I jumped to my toes and connected my lips to his.
I seemed to have taken him off-guard with the kiss, but he quickly recovered and kissed me back. I was internally rejoicing that he didn't push me away from him and lock me up or something, then I would've noticed that he wasn't making naughty inside jokes about locking me up all along. But just the way how he took control made me realize that I didn't misunderstand him one bit. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pushed me against the door as he continued to move his lips roughly against mine. I couldn't help but run my fingers through his devilishly messy dark hair that I itched to feel from the moment I saw him. I received a throaty groan from him as he ran one hand up and down my waist while he used the other to pull at my hair, automatically giving him better access. Igasped
This is it. I was about have sex on my kitchen island with a man I met a few days ago. Nothing crazy about that of course. I tried not to think about it too much, so I mainly focused on my body and how much on fire it was. Tristan was a great kisser, that's for sure. The way he gripped the back of my neck with one hand and my waist with the other drove me crazy. The way he moved his lips in a rhythmic manner on mine pushed my feelings to a certain ecstatic high that was enough to drive me insane. He licked my bottom lip slowly and deadly, causing me to gasp at how tingly it felt, and he wasted no time in claiming my tongue with his. He deepened the kiss, taking me in body, soul and mind through just one simple kiss. It made me eager to see wh
I plopped down on my bed after hours of cleaning my whole house. I'm a stress cleaner, so anytime I needed to think, I just grabbed a broom. However unlike all the other times, this time I haven't gotten far with my thinking. There was no doubt about it that I had feelings for Tristan, but to what extent? Deep down I knew I wanted more of him, and not just in an intimate way. I just couldn't shake the fact that it might be too soon for dating again. After all, my ex-boyfriend was just murdered by his secret fiancé. Maybe it should become something slow. Easy going and secret until everything is over. By then I'd know for sure what I want from this 'relationship'. Deciding I've done enough, I closed my eyes to let the sleep take over. I focuse
He was unsettlingly silent after such a confession, making me feel like I shouldn't have said anything at all. Maybe I waited too long to give him an answer. Maybe he didn't want this anymore and I lost my chance. Who knows? Maybe he found another woman in the time he gave me to 'think'. I mean, I wouldn't be too surprised. He is, after all, gorgeous. "Tristan?" I called softly, not liking his silence. He shook his head once as if clearing his head. He shot me a quick nervous smile before refocusing on the road. "Yea sorry I was just processing" He chuckled lightly. "I'm just surprised you decided so quickly that's all." "Well after almost dying or being the target at least, I've noticed that I shouldn't be focusing on the what ifs and just g
“Here we go,” Tristan mumbled as he pushed through his front door. I was met with a beautifully decorated foyer that really impressed me. A huge chandelier hung above me, and the carpets were clean and beautifully decorated. He led me further into the house, where we appeared in his living room. I wasn’t surprised, having seen the foyer, I knew this wouldn’t be different. It all looked bigger than I assumed from the outside, but it was surprisingly spacious. “Thank you” I told him as he helped me shrug my coat off. I continued to take in every corner of the room. “You have a beautiful home “ I finally told him after recovering from my shock. Hell, it was even nicer than my house. “Thank you.
I gazed out the window as I nibbled on my lower lip, unsure of what to do in that moment.I haven't been to this place since I was a child, and even after Sheldon's death, I didn't even bother to show up. I felt dead inside, even more than the people in the ground here. The raindrops splashed against the window like a rhythmless song to my ears, as it blurred most of my vision towards the deserted cemetery.I gazed down at my black dress, unsure why I chose to wear such a colour today, but I concluded that it was merely my subconscious forcing me to mourn.I didn't
"I don't like it." I groaned, throwing down the fifth dress I've tried on since evening. It was finally my date with Tristan, and my dad bought me eight dresses the day we went shopping. I have no clue why, but he insisted on getting me them. But no matter how beautiful each dress was, I didn't like how any of them looked on me. Maybe it was just my nerves that got the best of me, and I wanted to look good for him. Despite the fact that I have been living with him for a whole week and we meshed well, I couldn't shake the nerves of this first date. At his house we kept things somewhat friendly, but tonight could be the start of something new. "Cianna you look great" Emily chirped holding up a royal blue and black dress. "You looked great in all of them" I sighed, plop
First date? Success.I never thought that one human being could make me feel exhilarated, calm, special and beautiful all in one night. My tummy hurt from all the laughing I did, not to mention the food that filled it too. Conversation with him was light, easy and very interactive.He actually allowed me to speak too, and that meant a lot to me. On dates I've had in the past, men usually talked the whole time about themselves, simply because they wanted to impress me. But in reality, I only am impressed when I see the true nature of someone instead of what they portray falsely in order to get what they want. I did a crash course in psychology, so I could see right through them.