by S. Donahue
The bitch had the nerve to smirk because either she knew Brendan was my fiancé, she was happy I was in trouble or she thinks she’s free. I had to get the last word.
“Don’t think I won’t be watching you,” I said slamming the door behind me.
I walked in Jeremy’s office behind him. “I’m in trouble? That bitch is a nut.”
“You’re not in trouble. One, I had to get you out of there. You looked like you were going to kill her. Two, I had to make it like you were in trouble.”
“Thanks. Do you believe she accused Brendan?”
“Even though she’s probably making shit up, He would normally be a suspect based on his current dealings with the deceased.”
“He was home in bed all last night and this morning. He has an alibi…me. I actually woke up before him this morning.”
“What about Connor?”
“He wouldn’t kill anyone.”
He looked at me like I was nuts because Connor did fake his own death.
“He wouldn’t kill anyone, plus he was probably home with Wendy.”
“Do you want off this case? Is it too personal?”
“Fuck no. I want to find out who killed Mr. O’Malley. It’s my case.”
“Why don’t you go home and calm down. Work from home today.”
“Thanks Jer. I might just do that.”
***
I finally pull into the parking lot outside of Kirkpatrick Enterprise. I make the sign of the cross. He is totally going to snap out when he hears what I have to say.
I walk through the door and greet the receptionist at the front. I walk down the hallway. I peek my head in Jocelyn’s office.
“Hey mama, what’s going on?”
“Nothing much, just reviewing menu’s for one of the restaurants.”
“Fun,” I laugh. “Let me get in his office. I’ll talk to you later.”
“Okay.”
I knock on Brendan’s door.
“Come in,” he yells.
“Hey baby.”
“Come here, my love. I missed you.”
I walk up and kiss him on the lips. “I had a rough morning.”
“I bet. I can’t believe this shit about him being murdered.”
“I had the pleasure of speaking with his bitch wife.”
“Oh, she’s that bad.”
“She’s evil. You better sit down.”
“Why? I don’t like when you say that. It’s never good.”
“She had the nerve to accuse bankers and investors of killing Mr. O’Malley and then she called out you and Connor personally as murder suspects. I went off on her and Jeremy called me out before I could kill her.”
“What the fuck, sweetie? Is she serious? She doesn’t even know me. I’m not a killer.”
“Obviously, you have an alibi. You were home with me. Connor better have one.”
I don’t need one because I didn’t fucking kill anybody, neither did my brother.”
“Call the investors and the bank and back out of this now. I’m not asking, I’m telling.”
“Okay.”
“I don’t know what her deal is, but I don’t trust her at all.”
“How the fuck do I get in these situations?”
“No, how the fuck do I get involved in your situations?”
“Sweetie, from now on, we discuss any potential moves I may make in my business together.”
“No. I trust you. How could you have known this would happen? I do need to find out who murdered him. I need to ask you and Connor questions now since she mentioned you.”
“Anything you need, sweetie. Just ask.”
“Let’s go home. Jeremy told me to work from home for the rest of the day.”
“Hmm… Do you get a lunch break because I’ll be hungry around 12 for lunch?” he says winking at me.
“I’ll be starving by then.”
Chapter 4
Brendan
“Come on Dahlin, wake up.”
“What time is it?” Joella asks groggily.
“Midnight. You fell asleep at your desk.”
“Shit!”
“Let’s go to bed, tomorrow’s another day.”
Joella worked so hard on this case all day. She is so dedicated. She strips off her t-shirt and shorts and falls backwards on the bed. I’m already in my boxers. I love lounging around in them, of course I wait until the staff is gone after dinner. Boxers are so damn comfortable. I get to let my boy hang loose.
This woman right here has the most amazing body. She turns me the fuck on as soon as I look at her.
“I have such a long day tomorrow,” she says, as she plays with my ear.
“You do realize if you keep doing that you will get no sleep tonight.”
She laughs, “Promise?”
I pull her into my arms and shove my tongue in her mouth. I massage them together. I could feel my dick growing. She is an instant hard on for me.
“Do you see what you do to me?”
“Mmhhmm… you need sex therapy.”
“How can I get therapy when I live with an enabler?”
“Oh, it’s my fault.”
“Yes, when you walk around and sleep in your bra and panties.”
“Funny, I’m constantly being watched by little Brendan over there. He’s all nosy hanging out of your boxers all the time, but I can start dressing like an Eskimo if you want.”
“Hell no, I’ll take you just the way you are and who the hell are you calling little? I’ll show you little.”
I unclasp her bra and slide it off.
“You don’t need that.”
“If you say so.”
I take her nipples into my mouth. I suck them and grasp them between my teeth. I put both of my hands in her hair and pull her into me. I lean forward to her ear and lick it. I whisper, “Tonight I’m going to make you have as many orgasms as possible.”
“Brendan,” she moans.
“You know I love you right.”
“Yes.”
“I’m going to make your body feel wonderful because you’re all mine to do what I want. I want to fuck you so bahd, but I have a different surprise for you. Stay put.”
I lean down under the bed. I put two bowls under there right before I woke Joella up. One bowl has cold refrigerated grapes and the other bowl has frozen grapes.
Joella laughs. “What are you doing with grapes when we are about to make love?”
“You’ll see, lay back and relax.”
“I don’t know if I should be scared or turned on.”
“Definitely turned on.”
I take two cold grapes from the bowl and rub them back and forth over her nipples with the palm of my hands until they break apart and turn to sticky squashed grapes. I repeat the process on her neck, stomach, shoulders, thighs and feet. She is so fucking turned on.
“Brendan, this is so damn erotic. I’m going to cum just laying here.”
“You haven’t seen anything yet, sweetie.”
A moan escapes her lips. I lick up the grape juice that is dripping down her stomach and thighs. I insert my finger into her pussy. She is soaked… perfect… the wetter the better. I take the largest frozen grape from the bunch and place it between my teeth. I spread her legs wide and move her down to the edge of the bed. I am on my knees, on the floor. I am starting out slowly caressing her clit with the frozen grape.
She screams out loud. “Oh My God…You’re my fucking king.”
As I move it up and down, I go faster and faster. I’m tormenting her as I insert the grape in and out of her while it’s still between my teeth. I release the grape from my teeth and move it around with my tongue slowly. The taste in my mouth is unreal. Joella is moaning and screaming. Okay, enough of the grapes. What the hell, I ate the grape that is now defrosted from her hot juices. I continue to eat her out literally. She can’t take much more
“Baby, I’m going to fucking explode.”
“Let it go. Don’t hold back. I want
to stick my dick inside your hot sticky pussy.”
I think that did it.
“Fuck me now,” she is screaming as she releases.
I get up from between her legs and pull my boxers off. I lift her legs over my shoulders. I enter her. She is so sticky, wet and ready to accept me. I thrust in and out. I have her hands intertwined with mine. She is so wild right now. She is grinding herself into my cock as I give it to her nice and hard. She loves every bit of it. She said I need sex therapy… ha. She’s just as bahd as me. I’m about to take her over the cliff.
“Come on sweetie; let’s knock this one out of the pahk. I’ll supply the bat and balls.”
“Fuck. You have a way with words, but they make me so damn hot. Oh Brendannn, I’m cumming,” she yells out.
I feel the pressure build and out it comes… “Ohhh Baby…take it...ahhhh.”
We come together and it couldn’t have been more perfect. We fall asleep together in the middle of the night after we do it a couple more times. I can’t wait until this beautiful woman becomes my wife.
Chapter 5
Joella
“I can’t move. My body is so relaxed.”
“You’re going to be late for work.”
“I don’t want to go. Who feels like dealing with a murder case after a night with Mr. Kirkpatrick?”
“Well…Miss Soriano, soon to be Mrs. Kirkpatrick you know how to dish it right back”
“Uh, the wedding.”
“Gawd, you make it sound so horrible.”
“It’s not that. I have so much to do. I have to still pick up the rings and we have a cake testing tonight. I forgot to tell you.”
“What’s that?” he looks at me like I have ten heads.
“We get to test all the different flavors of cake and icing the bakery that is making our wedding cake has to offer.”
“I’m going to have to work extra hard at the gym tomorrow to keep up this awesome physique.”
“Or we can just work it off tonight after the cake testing,” I tease.
“You dirty girl.”
“You’re the one with your mind in the gutter. I meant the gym.” I say winking.
“Yeah…Okay.”
I get out of bed because if I don’t, we will never make it to work. I turn the radio on in the bathroom. Madonna’s Crazy for You is blaring. I love listening to music while I take a shower. I jump in the shower real quick while Brendan gets his work clothes together.
A few minutes later, I hear him come through the bathroom door. He opens up the shower door and he is completely naked. His cock is hard and it is sticking straight out.
“I take it you like showers,” I say looking down at his enormous manhood.
“Only if I take them with you.”
He walks into the shower and pushes me against the wall. He kisses me on the mouth. No Matter what he does to me, even if it is the smallest kiss, he turns me on completely. My body is starting to get aroused from his touch. He slowly soaps up my body from head to toe. The feeling of the silky body wash being rubbed all over my body has me wanting him to take me. He sits down on the shower ledge and pulls me on top of his lap. I grab hold of his cock and maneuver it to enter me. It is so large that I can’t just sit on it. I have to lift myself up first. I am slowly grinding over him. We are face to face. He kisses my nose.
“I love you, Joella, very much.”
“Baby, I love you too.”
“I’m so grateful to have you here with me after I almost lost you.”
“I’ll always find my way back to you.”
I continue to ride him until we made beautiful music together…the sounds of ecstasy echoing in the shower.
***
I sit at my desk looking over the data on Mrs. O’Malley. She just rubs me the wrong way. She is definitely hiding something. The question in my mind is: Why have her previous marriages failed? Would one of them have killed Mr. O’Malley? Brendan told me during his questioning yesterday that he was a really nice man from what he encountered, but that doesn’t mean shit. Anyone would be nice if you were helping them out of debt.
Watson walks up to my desk.
“Have you heard from Connor yet?”
“Brendan tried to call him, but he got his voicemail.”
“He better not be dead, living in the Bahamas.”
“Very funny.”
“He has 24 hours!”
“You have no proof, just some accusations out of a crazy ladies mouth. She also said Brendan did it, which he clearly didn’t.”
“Maybe his brother did it for him.”
“Oh yeah, the same brother who made him believe he was dead for six years.”
“See he’s that good.”
“Watson, look, I’m going down to the casino. I’m going to question the CFO, Mason Griffin. I have to make sure I look at all motives. I’m taking Wilson with me.”
“He’s a rookie.”
“Even better. I don’t want some know-it-all old hothead messing up my methods. Plus, he was great with that bitch, Mrs. O’Malley yesterday.”
“No we wouldn’t want that.” He yells over to Chase Wilson. “You’re assigned to this case with Detective Soriano. She’s a tough one. Good luck with that.”
Wilson walks over to my desk.
“Thanks, Soriano. I owe you one.”
“How old are you?” I ask him.
“Twenty-eight.”
“Good, you can buy me a beer when we’re done with this case. You’re gonna need one.”
“You got it.”
“You ready to go?”
“Yes,” he replies eagerly.
“You’re driving.”
Wilson is a safe slow driver. He follows all the rules. He looks nervous as hell.
“Wilson, I’m not a driving instructor. Calm the hell down…Relax. You’re driving like an old lady.”
“Sorry, I don’t want to mess up.”
“Don’t be scared of me. I’m not that bad. Don’t listen to the creeps at the station.”
We finally pull up to the casino. The yellow tape is still lingering. The casino re-opened today. Talk about mourning someone. The show must go on, I suppose.
We walk into the building and show our badges to the front desk.
“Where would I find Mason Griffin?” I ask as I lean forward on the desk.
“Executive offices are on the 25th floor, but you can’t just go up there. Someone has to let you on that floor.”
“Very interesting. Get Mason on the line or whoever. I need to see him. What’s your name?”
“John.”
“Great, thanks John.”
He went about his business making the necessary calls.
“You’re so aggressive. I like that,” Wilson says.
“Are you flirting with me, Wilson?”
“Of course not,” he says straightening up like he is in the army at attention.
“Don’t be a wise ass.”
“Detective,” John calls out to me from the desk.
“Yes.”
“Mr. Griffin’s secretary, Natalie, will meet you at the entrance doors on the 25th floor. Take the private elevator on your left.”
“Thanks, John.”
Wilson and I walk to the elevators.
“Wilson, someone he knew killed him.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Someone had to have access to the 25th floor to get in to murder him. You can’t get on the floor any other way, unless they are Spiderman. It’s possible he let them in or they were already here. We need to check his meeting schedule and all the swipes from that morning or night. Who swiped in but never left?”
“That would be Mr. O’Malley.”
“You’re so not funny today.”
“I thought it was.”
When we get off the elevator, Natalie is waiting for us at the door.
“Thank you for coming. Mr. Griffin will be with you shortly.”
“Thanks so much.”
“You can have a seat in the lounge,” she says pointing us in that direction.
As I sit there waiting, I notice Mrs. O’Malley walking by. I jump out of my seat and run up to her.
“Well, well, its fancy seeing you here,” I say in my snottiest tone.
“Why are you here?” she snaps.
“I should be asking you that question. I’m here to see Mr. Griffin.”
“What are you going to do, go around threatening all the employees like criminals? I’m not going to stand for it.”
“This is an investigation, Mrs. O’Malley.”
“I’m going to have it stopped.”
“Don’t you want to know who killed your husband?”
“Yes, but you can’t accuse people.”
“Who’s accusing, I’m investigating? Listen to me, don’t fuck with my investigation, do you hear me?”
“Did you just curse? I’m calling your superiors and telling them that you harassed me and all the other employees.”
“Hmm…I don’t see it that way. Neither does Wilson here. Do you Wilson?”
“Nope.”
“I think you scream out a lot worse in bed. You know what? I think you need a song today to cheer your ass up. Wilson, sing Mrs. O’Malley a song.”
He had a look on his face that said, ‘What the hell are you talking about’?
“Wilson can’t think of any. I have one it goes like this: Fuck, Fuck, Fuck a duck, Screw a kangaroo, finger bang an Orangutan, an orgy at the zoo.”
Mrs. O’Malley’s mouth was hanging open. “You’re a sick twisted person,” she says with disgust on her face.
Wilson smirks, but tries not to burst out laughing.
“Now go tell my superiors I sang you a nursery rhyme. Wilson, go see what the hell is keeping Mr. Griffin. I have some investigations to do today. Good day, Mrs. O’Malley.”
I walked away leaving her with her mouth on the ground. I have no doubt she’ll call Watson. I’m actually waiting for the call.
I walk over to Wilson and Natalie is flirting with him. He sees me coming toward him.
“Thanks, Miss Chestnut,” he says to her, changing the subject like I didn’t just see him. “She said it will be about 5 more minutes.”
“You’re smooth, Wilson. What if she’s the killer? Until we find out who it is, she’s off limits.”
