Too Curious Complete Series (Books 1-5) Box Set Romance Series: (An Alpha Billionaire Romance Series)

by Brooke Kinsley

  She said nothing and continued staring slackjawed at the screen after taking an obvious and instant dislike to me.

  "Erm, hello?"

  Slowly, she swiveled her eyes in her sockets to glare at me, her cheeks puffed out as she groaned.

  "What is it, honey?"

  This wasn't the response I was hoping for. I'd hurried in here with my face streaked with tears and a bloody dress in my hands and she didn't seem bothered.

  "I need to speak to someone."

  "So you said," she rolled her eyes.

  "What? I mean this is urgent. I need to speak to an officer right away!"

  At last, she leaned back in her chair and looked away from the computer. Flicking her head to move the hair from her eyes, she picked up a pen and leaned over a notepad.

  "Ok... You want to report a crime?"

  "Erm... I don't know. I mean-"

  "What do you mean you don't know? You do realize this is a police station? So people come here to report crimes."

  Jesus, what was her problem?

  "I-I-I... Look, I'm not really sure what happened. I've been getting these weird calls and strange warnings."

  "Warnings?"

  "Like this!"

  I threw the dress on the desk and her eyes lit up when she saw the label fall in front of her.

  "Is that Chanel?"

  She whistled in through her teeth as she shook her head.

  "Yeah, it's Chanel, so I found it in my office this morning. There's blood on it and I know who it belongs to."

  She wasn't listening and was busy fingering the plush fabric.

  "And what's this?"

  With a look of disgust, she pointed at the blood stain.

  "I just told you. It's blood!"

  I was ready to tear my hair out.

  "Shouldn't it be taken for evidence or something?" I asked.

  "So you're saying you saw what happened?"

  "What? I literally never said that."

  Stephen was a few steps behind me, half amused by the situation but still nervous as he chewed on his thumbnail, his eyes dancing as he tried to stifle a laugh.

  "I'm sorry. Can I speak to someone else?"

  The woman let go of the dress and glowered at me.

  "Someone else?"

  "Yeah, someone who'll take me seriously."

  "Are you saying I don't take my job seriously?"

  "I'm saying you're not taking me seriously? This is fucking important! I think someone's really hurt!"

  "Did you just swear at a police officer? You know that counts as verbal assault."

  "Are you joking?"

  I looked over my shoulder to see if anyone was witnessing this, but the only people in the foyer were a few hobos arguing over a cigarette butt and an old lady with a plastic bag full of knitting.

  "Girls like you are always in here with your prissy little problems. I mean boo hoo, something spilled on your designer dress."

  She was rolling her eyes again and taking a seat back at her computer.

  "I can't believe this! Someone could be really hurt!"

  I started to cry as she began to ignore me again.

  "What the hell is going on out here?" a male voice boomed from behind the desk.

  Looking up, I saw a tall officer stride out of the back office with his brows furrowed.

  "Stacey what are you doing? Can you not see she needs help?"

  The female officer stammered and shifted in her seat.

  "I was trying to help her!" she insisted.

  "Stacey I could hear you back there! And are you on Facebook? You're already on your final warning."

  "I just-"

  "Get back there!" he shouted and pointed into the office.

  She scurried into the back with a red face but she never forgot to scowl at me as she walked away.

  "I'm really sorry about that," he sighed, placing his hand on his hips as he stared after her.

  "Is she always like that?" I asked as I dabbed at my eyes.

  "Yeah..."

  He shook his head.

  "But she's on her way out. I'm sure she was just a jealous."

  "Jealous?"

  "Of you. Obviously..."

  As I dried my eyes, I could see that he was a little too good looking to be a cop. He looked more like a model playing dress up with his muscles bulging out his shirt. Did he just flex? He smiled a dazzling grin and I noticed just how blue his eyes were in contrast to his tanned skin.

  "How can I help you?" he said as he leaned across the desk.

  He was so close I could smell his cologne, see the smoothness of his sharp jaw. This wasn't what I was here for. I didn't want to be turned on by the man in uniform with the sparkling smile but my body was reacting anyway. As I pushed the dress over to him, our fingers brushed up against each other and I could see how strong and big his hands were. I imagined them caressing my back, around my wrists, around my throat...

  "I have a stalker," I coughed and spluttered as I tried to put on a serious voice. "She's been leaving me messages, strange warnings, calling me up in the night."

  "She?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

  "Her name's Ophelia Wylde and she hates me because-"

  "Ophelia Wylde? The socialite? Trevor Wylde's-"

  "Sister... Yeah..."

  He gave me a wary look and gazed down at the dress.

  "So what do you think happened here?"

  His demeanor was changing by the second. I could see the cogs in his mind whirring, see his back stiffening as he assessed the situation.

  "I think someone was really hurt and this was sent to me as a warning. It came with this."

  Thrusting the note into his hand, he looked at it and said:

  "You're next… You're saying Ophelia Wylde sent you this?"

  I nodded.

  "Ok... well... Why don't you come into the interview room and we'll get this to the lab."

  I watched as he disappeared for a moment into the office. There was a mumble of grumpy voices, the sound of drawers opening and shutting with a bang.

  "I don't like this place," Stephen whispered behind me. "But I think that cop likes you."

  "Shut up, Stephen."

  "How come you got mom's good looks while I got dad's stupid gene."

  Before I could turn around with a snappy retort, the officer walked back out with a large, plastic evidence bag.

  "Woah, how much cocaine can one of those fill?" Stephen asked.

  I shot him an angry glance and he sniggered to himself with his scarf pulled up around his face.

  "Right this way," the officer ushered me into the hallway.

  "Stephen you wait here," I ordered through gritted teeth.

  Chapter Two

  And we were out the foyer and walking down a long, seemingly endless corridor that smelled like cheap coffee and freshly cleaned nylon carpet. He led me into a room, one I was expecting to be like an interrogation cell in the movies. I looked for the swinging light bulb, the one-way mirrored wall, and the tape recorder but there was just a comfortable looking green sofa and a small, pine coffee table with a box of tissues. Some plain art hung on the wall, a painting of a country house beside a vase of fake flowers.

  "This is...nice."

  "Not what you were expecting?" he smirked.

  "No... It's not like what you see on Law and Order."

  He laughed and reached out a hand.

  "I'm Officer Brown but you can call me Aiden."

  "Tammy," I blushed as he took my hand in his.

  He sat down with his legs spread and his jaw tilted back like he was a king. Sitting across from him, I couldn't help but look at the space between his legs and my cheeks began to burn. This isn't what you're here for! Think of Trevor, think of Delores!

  "So... tell me everything."

  He pulled out a notepad and licked the end of a pencil, letting his tongue linger on the lead for a second too long. I couldn't figure out if he was a creep or super-hot. I mean, sure, he wasn
't a patch on Trevor, didn't hold the same presence or class as him but still... I was only human.

  "Delores," I said "That's who owned the dress. She was wearing it at a party I saw her at, and Ophelia was there too."

  "And where was this party?"

  "Erm... I don't know exactly, in the Hamptons I think, in a house owned by some rich guy."

  "And you were there with Trevor?"

  I nodded and gulped down my anxiety.

  "And who else was there?"

  "Loads of people. There was a senator, Euphemus Rice, some other politicians but I didn't know their names. There was a strange boy about my age called Maxwell, and Ophelia of course."

  If I wasn't mistaken there was a short, sharp look of fear that swept over his eyes. Then he ripped out the page he was scribbling on and crumpled it into a ball before tossing it in the trash. Slamming his notepad shut, he tucked it away in a pocket and folded his arms.

  "You're not lying, are you?" he asked.

  "No! Why would I? I'm being serious! I think something really bad happened to Delores.”

  "Delores...."

  His tone was mocking, his eyes almost accusing me of something.

  "Yes!"

  He pursed his lips and stood up. Walking over to the door, he looked out the window into the hall before sliding the blinds shut.

  "I really hope you're not lying," he said. "Because lying can make a girl ugly, and you're definitely far from that."

  He flashed that brilliant smile of his again and I looked away before it could have anymore of an effect on me. There was something strange about this guy, something quite sinister and sexy.

  "So... You're going to investigate, right?"

  My voice sounded more like I was begging than merely enquiring.

  "I don't know..."

  He sauntered back over and sat across from me, his arms crossed in front of his chest so I could clearly see his biceps.

  "How does a girl like you get caught up in all this?" he asked.

  I didn't know what to say, just parted my lips to speak and breathed out silence.

  "You know if you're telling the truth, which I hope you are, that you're involved in something quite extraordinary, something most people wouldn't believe."

  "But you believe me, don't you?"

  A noise caught my attention and I noticed it was the sound of my shoe hitting off the floor over and over again as my leg trembled.

  "I want to believe you," Aiden said. "I really do."

  But there was that look in his eye again, the one that was looking at me as though I was a naughty teenager, just another girl looking for attention.

  "Maybe I'll just go..." I said.

  There was a tension in the room, an uneasy feeling that I'd be better off not involving the police at all. Maybe Stephen was right...

  "Don't go," he said.

  Moving over to my couch, he sat beside me, his knee slightly touching mine. It was only the slightest of contact but it I couldn't stop myself liking it.

  "Are you always like this?" I asked.

  "I don't know what you're talking about," he said with his lips twisted up wickedly.

  We were staring at each other in a mental stand-off, my legs getting shakier by the second.

  "Look, you seem like a nice girl," he said.

  Taking my hand in his, I was surprised to feel how soft his skin was.

  "I bet you're a real sensible lady," he continued. "So why don't you just leave all this Wylde family drama behind. It'll only get you in trouble."

  "But... Delores..." I cried.

  "I'll look into it," he said although I was certain he wouldn't.

  I was on the cusp of standing up with when he leaned in closer and touched his hand to my face.

  "There's something about you," he said.

  Tingles ran down my neck and my stomach flipped as I pushed him off me.

  "I told you already. I have a boyfriend."

  "Oh, that's right, Trevor Wylde, the man I see with a different girl on his arm every week, the playboy who's famous for being such a talented womanizer."

  "He's not like that!" I protested. "That's just what you're supposed to think about him."

  "Really?"

  Aiden raised his eyebrows as he shoved a hand into his pocket. What was he doing? Confused, I watched him swipe across his screen for a moment before he turned his phone to face me.

  "Who's this then?"

  It was a photo on a celebrity blog, one where Trevor had his arm around a girl, a girl I had seen a thousand times before.

  "That's Inga Sharapova," Aiden said as he noticed the look on my face. "And he was with her this morning, papped at breakfast," he smirked.

  "Cut the crap."

  Pushing his phone out my face, I stood up and made for the door.

  "It's true... You can see for yourself."

  He thrust the phone into my hand and it was then that I saw the date. It was today. He said he wanted dropped off for a meeting but he was with her! I was aware my face was turning red. Clenching my eyes shut, I tried to stifle the rage but I couldn't hold it in. He had given me the best weekend of my life. I was supposed to be his muse, his paramour, the living embodiment of Susana Beckons but it was all a lie. He was just a womanizer. How could everything go so wrong, so quickly?

  "See?" Aiden laughed as he slid his phone back in his pocket. "You're not the only heartbroken girl he's tossed aside, and you definitely won't be the last."

  I took a deep breath and balled my hands up into fists.

  "Why are you doing this? Is this fun for you? You think I'm not having the worst day anyway?"

  He crossed his arms again and leaned against the door to stop me from opening it.

  "I'm just trying to make you see sense?" he explained.

  "But why? What's in it for you?"

  He bit down on his lower lip as he thought.

  "Erm... Because I think you're something special and I'd hate to see you embroiled in some socialite scandal."

  "You're freakin' insane," I pointed at him. "Let me outta here."

  He didn't move.

  "I've seen the way you look at me," he said.

  "Really..." I blushed. "And how would that be?"

  "Like you want me."

  A laugh escaped my mouth before I could stop it.

  "Are you like this with every girl who comes in here?"

  He shook his head.

  "No. Just you."

  He was doing it again, flexing his bicep. It excited and annoyed me in equal measure and I was on the brink of hurling an insult at him when he said:

  "Ever been with a man in uniform?"

  I gasped.

  If I was being honest with myself I would have admitted that one of my fantasies was to be with a cop, a dirty cop with an attitude and a gun. Looking down, I saw the pistol sunk deep into its holster, and the cuffs that were hanging beside it. He followed my gaze and laughed.

  "Oh, have you ever been in a pair of these?"

  All I could do was shake my head as the inevitable began to take place. My panties were growing damper the longer I stood in front of him and tried to shy away from the twinkle in his eye.

  "You're telling me a girl like you has never been in trouble?"

  "I've been in trouble alright. I've just never been caught."

  "Good girl," he smiled as he lifted the cuffs up from his belt.

  "I should really be going," I said in a futile attempt at trying to leave.

  But I really didn't want to, and it showed in the way I was constantly leaning in closer to him, in the way my chest was heaving up and down with labored breaths, and how my voice was coming out of me in little more than a whisper.

  "Have somewhere to be?" he asked.

  I thought for a second then lowered my head.

  "Work..."

  But I didn't want to be at Wylde Towers, I wanted to be in the arms of this man, the one who had enlightened me to Trevor's lies. I reached out a quivering han
d and placed it on Aiden's arm. It was solid and thick.

  "You like big guys?" he asked.

  I nodded meekly. He peered out the little window again to make sure there was no one around. Then he held me by the waist, his large hands eclipsing my tiny frame.

  "You're gorgeous," he whispered in my ear.

  My panties grew wet in an instant as his hot, moist breath hit my skin.

  "We have to be quick," he said as he gripped my jaw with his strong fingers.

  Kissing me hard, he held me to his body. I could feel he already had an erection as it pressed into my stomach. Reaching around his back, I fingered the cuffs and felt the smooth, cold steel. Sensing what I was doing, he got the hint and in one swift movement, spun me around and twisted my arms up behind my back, cuffing them tight. It burned my shoulders while my wrists felt as though they were going to snap beneath the tightness of the metal. I let out a cry and gritted my teeth together.

  "Shhhh..." he was breathing in my ear again as he pressed up against my ass.

  The pain was sweet, a sudden contrast to the feeling between my legs. I bent over as I heard him breathe hard, his hands sliding up my legs. He pulled at my dress, ripping my stockings from my thighs and hooking his fingers inside my panties as he pulled them to the side.

  "That's one gorgeous pussy," he said and cupped his hand around it as my wetness seeped onto his palm.

  I was desperate to be penetrated and couldn't wait any longer. Rubbing myself on his hand, I brought myself to a frenzy as my clitoris became engorged. When his fingers slipped inside I bit down on my lip to stifle a scream. I rode them hard, eager to have them deeper, harder inside me.

  "Are you ready?" he grunted as I heard the sound of his zipper.

  "Uhuh..."

  "Are you sure? I won't be gentle."

  "Do it!" I screamed.

  He entered me roughly with the most exquisite of pain tearing at me before it subsided to reveal the greatest pleasure.

  "Oh, God. Oh, fuck."

  "You like that?"

  "You're so big!"

  He rocked back and forth in a steady rhythm, our bodies pounding together as we matched each other's movement breath for breath. He grabbed the cuffs and twisted them hard. Letting out a whimper I looked over my shoulder just in time to see his eyes roll back in his head as he came, his teeth chewing down on his lower lip.

  "I'm coming," I said as I impaled myself on him, forcing him further into my body.