Chapter one
I was in the middle of moving my things out when Shia got back from his trip out of town. He came into the bedroom where I was having the movers load the last of the boxes.
When he saw me and what I was doing; he dumped his duffel bag onto the floor. He walked over to me, pinned me against the wall, and then barked at me.
"You were just going to fucking leave and not say anything to me."
I didn't respond to him, not wanting to fight, which is why I had waited until he was gone to move my things out. I thought I had another day before he got back home.
"Are you trying to punish me because I'm not ready to get married?" he demanded.
I told him 'no' while meeting his hazel gaze. "I just think that we need some space."
It was the truth and it wasn't. We had been fighting a lot lately. Ever since I had brought up the idea of marriage he had been acting like I was conspiring against him to make it happen, even though he'd told me flat-out that he wasn't ready.
I'd brought it up because I was ready and I felt that after three years together that he should be ready also. We lived together. We worked together, though not directly. And I was tired of having to keep our relationship on a need-to-know basis.
This was his idea. His reason; he said, was that I was his subordinate, and he didn't want work to interfere with our personal life. We'd been working together for over a year and no one other than his closest friends knew I even existed in his life.
"Space?" he asked me again, bringing me back into the present. His hazel eyes probed my brown ones deeply. "You moved from Texas to be here in Chicago with me and now you want space?"
"I just don't see what the point in us living together is if we have to keep everything a fucking secret," I snapped.
"You know why that's important, he growled. You want to succeed in the bureau--"
"Yeah, and god forbid anyone finds out you're screwing my black ass," I snapped angrily.
"Fuck you and that bullshit" he yelled, moving away from me, just as the movers came back into the room. There were three of them two black guys and one Hispanic male. Their facial expressions made it look as though they had overheard our conversation.
"Should we come back?" one of them asked.
"No." I answered, firmly.
I moved to leave out of the room after they took the last few boxes. Shia blocked my exit again as I moved to leave.
He walked over to me then picked me up, and slammed the bedroom door.
"Shia what are you doing?"
He didn't answer. Instead he undressed the both of
us. He then fucked me against the door.
Shia was the best lover I'd had in my entire life.
Chapter Two
I bought a tiny little loft. I loved it the first moment that I saw it. I thought it was a perfect fit for me.
My job is in forensics and I was currently a CSIA. I loved my job. Forensics was so much cooler than they made it look on TV. I was never bored at work; pissed off, frustrated at times, but never bored.
Shia was further up the chain of command from me. His title: Assistant Special Agent in Charge ASAC—which means he ran shit. He was in charge of his own teams. He was bad- ass and awesome at what he did.
We were broken up for less than a month when I was assigned to one of his teams.
I walked into the room where he stood at the podium. His eyes widened fractionally when they laid on me.
I tried not to swallow my tongue. I hadn't seen him, and I'd dodged his calls for the past three weeks.
One of the guys, I don't know which, called out 'fresh meat' as I entered. Other ones laughed, as I walked into the room. That pissed me off enough to take my nervousness away.
"Go fuck yourselves" I called out in the direction the sound came from, and then heard a lot of oohs and boos.
A bunch of fucking clowns, I thought, though I didn't smile. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad. I probably wouldn't even have to speak to him that often.
"Alright let's calm down," I heard Shia say in his drill sergeant voice that intimidated even me when it wasn't directed at me. The room fell into silence.
I walked over to him and handed him my orders.
He wouldn't look at me, which was fine, I didn't want him to. At least that's what I told myself.
"Take a seat, and welcome aboard," he told me.
Why this pissed me off, I didn't want to think about for too long. I did know now would be a fine time for him to reassign me due to fraternization policies and what-not, but clearly he wasn't going to do that.
Chapter Three
I met a few people that I liked right away; two agent's senior special agents Desean Phillips and Shasa Ryder, both black guys. There were not very many of us under Shia's command. They sort of took me under their wing and didn't let anyone fuck me with me too bad, but of course they pranked the shit out of me, since I was a newbie.
Whenever they got in house assignments I was always dragged along. I learned a lot in a short time and especially that I loved being in the direct action.
I worked my ass off and stayed out of Shia's way. We'd been back and forth at each other's places for a few months, but then he decided that we should see other people.
Around the same time that I was fully welcomed to the team, he started dating a pretty strawberry-blond from where else, but Texas. She worked in Administration. It hurt me to see them together but I was determined to move on with my life as he obviously had.
With all of my prerequisite hours under my belt I was now official. Desean and took me out to celebrate. I'd also been celebrating the fact that I'd helped to solve my first big case.
Dasean, Shasa, and I all worked well together and of course the other losers we worked with thought that we were having a three way relationship, but then my closest friends and now teammates thought I was gay because I didn't date. Because I had never messed with any of them, all the guys thought I was a closet lesbian.
Celebrating with us were like maybe ten males and six of us women. It was the first time that I wore anything other than jeans or sneakers when hanging out with guys from work. We met at a nightclub. I wore a black leather dress over my slim athletic figure and apple bottom ass. It was form-fitting and short. Along with it I wore five inch Jimmy Choo's. I wore my hair down in the loose curls I'd just had it done in.
I swear these guys acted like they had never seen me before. I ignored all of the tongue wagging and went straight to the bar.
I had the next three days off so I planned to get smashed like I hadn't been since I couldn't remember. I was happy about the small break from work, as well as the break from my thoughts of Shia, and the bitch that was clinging to him every time I turned around.
This club played different types of music and had a largely mixed crowd. I loved dancing and was good enough that I probably could have taught a class on stripping if I wanted to. I had learned to dance by doing it for Shia, a lot.
Before I could pay for my drink Shasa came over and paid for it. He then asked the bartender for four more drinks.
I'd had Tequila before but the guys were buying Herradura, which I had never had. After only my second shot I had no inhibitions left. I'd been having a lot of fun drinking and dancing, letting loose when I spotted Shia walk into the area where we were with a few of his close work associates and friends. The strawberry-blond was with him and dressed somewhat similarly to me. It pissed me off.
An older, sexy song came on, Oobie's I'm so horny. I pulled some random guy, the one who was closest to me, who'd come with Desean and Shasa, onto the dance floor. I moved to the music and even though he wasn't touching me with his hands I could feel how hard he was. I was so intent on what I was doing to him that I didn't even realize that a crowd had accumulated.
I knew that I was too far gone when I backed up into him grinding on his dick, inviting him to touch me with my eyes, teasing him with my lips.
The next thing I knew I was being snatched away from him.
Shia dragged me outside where put me into a cab and then got in with me.
He sat across from me in a chair at my tiny
kitchen table forcing coffee down my throat, after I told him that he could leave.
"Isn't your little girlfriend waiting?" I asked as I puked in the toilet for the third time, and he stood watching me.
He glared down at me. "This is so much better than how we normally spend our nights," he bit out.
"I'm glad that you decided to leave me. Now I get to fucking babysit."
