Jason tried to look tough as he entered the police precinct. He had made a call to the lieutenant earlier and she had agreed to meet him for a few minutes. He followed the officer who directed him towards the lieutenant’s office. He tried not to look surprised when they passed by her office and instead headed to another room. Jason held his breath as he saw that woman in a sports bra and shorts, hitting rapid blows onto a punching bag. The loud succession of thumps it kept making told him how hard her punches were. He couldn’t help but stare at her physique. Goddamn. She was a sexy chick. The scars on her body were distracting though. The officer beside him uncomfortably cleared his voice, “Lieutenant!” Megan instantly clasped the bag with both hands to prevent it from swinging far and glared at the man, “What did I say about disturbing me, Matt?” He averted his eyes, “Sorry. He’s here—” “Right. Thanks. Leave us now.” Jason gazed at her as she held a water bottle and drank a gene
Friday eveningThe wipers in her car swung rhythmically to the slow 80s love song playing in her car. She longed for something she knew she would never have. A family of her own, a loving husband, children... and all of this, seemed like a distant dream now.She had never truly loved anyone before, never felt the need to. Even when Jason was here, she felt like she was just going with the flow, never living in the moment. And these days, it felt as if she had never been married and he never even existed. She had always felt lonely and nothing would cure that. Her gaze fell to Selena’s phone where it rested near the gearshift. She held it, brushing a finger along the cracked screen, wishing she had returned it to her when she came to her office. Guess, she just had to continue looking at more of her photos now.She
Selena felt alone. Empty. She still had the phone clenched in her hand. There were lots of messages and missed calls from Jason, a few from her friends, from her sister, from her neighbor and some from the art director, telling her that the exhibition was now closed and that she could come and recuperate her paintings. She sighed, just wanting to throw the device away and erase herself from this world for one day. She had no idea what to do. “Is it here, miss?” “Just a block ahead.” When the taxi pulled over right next to her apartment building, she fumbled in her pocket, taking out her card and paid the driver. She stepped out, walked in the building and stood before the elevator, pressing the button only to find that it was out of service…again. Bother. She directed herself to the stairs instead. There was only two floors in this building and she reached her door found on the top floor within minutes. She fumbled with her key, opened the door and entered her apartment. God, it
For a second, as she closed her eyes, Cassandra nearly fell asleep if it wasn’t for her friend, Cattleya Kir’s voice. “Told you, you’d enjoy that.” She was lying on a bed in a scented room, in the private spa of Cat’s sumptuous villa. Expert soft hands were massaging her knots away, relieving her from work stress, how could she deny how good it felt? She opened her eyes, gazing at Cattleya who rested a few inches away from her on another bed. “I suppose I do. Is Meg joining us?” “Tch, you know how she feels about massages. She’d prefer spending her day punching that stupid bag than relax. She's aggressively hunting down those sex traffickers, y'know? I'm worried she'd end up getting hurt.” Cassandra sighed, “She's so reckless sometimes...but if anyone can stop these bastards, it's her.” She closed her eyes again, feeling the masseuse’s slick hands sliding dangerously lower, massaging her hips in small erotic circles with her fingertips. She sensed the woman, leaning forward ti
She slowly awoke, finding Jason sleeping beside her. She unconsciously winced and she immediately clamped her hand hard onto her mouth, suffocating the sound she just made. Her body hurt. It took all her self-control not to burst in tears right now. Unbearably slow, she moved the sheets away, keeping an eye on him for fear that he might wake up. She was too afraid to even breathe right now. She slipped out of the bed quietly, her body shaking as she carefully navigated the darkness. She bent down to pick up her shirt and her discarded jeans, realizing how much her body was aching. As she wore them, unable to prevent the light rustles of the clothing as they slid against her skin, she heard movement on the bed and she froze, fear consuming her. Her heart began throbbing loudly in her chest as she shut her eyes tightly, too frightened to even turn around to see if he was still sleeping. She swallowed her fear, slowly looking towards the bed, relieved to find that he was still in a dee
Cassandra had been awake for a while now. Her arm was cramped at not being able to move. It had been acting as Selena’s pillow and the daring woman was sleeping soundly on it, oblivious to her aches. She eyed the digital clock. She could still afford some time. Carefully and quietly, she slipped her arm away from Selena and the latter shifted slightly.She rubbed her muscles to relieve the ache, allowing her blood to circulate normally. She propped herself on an elbow, gazing at the woman beside her. Right now, she was at a lost and she had a lot of questions on her mind.She absently reached out towards her face, pushing the blonde messy strands to the side. She traced her jaw with a finger, touched her lips briefly, before she hooked it along the shirt she gave her last night. Selena gasped, holding her hand, stopping her as she awoke suddenly.Cassandra chuckled, “I’m sorry.” She averted her eyes, slowly recalling how she shamelessly disturbed the doctor in the early morning. She d
While the doctor was showering, she decided to cook something fast for them. That was the least she could do after all. Some pasta should do it. She opened the fridge to look for tomato sauce and some veggies only to find that it contained only some yogurts and fruit juice. She checked the freezer and was astounded to find only ice cubes sitting there. What the hell. She checked the cupboards to find them filled…with instant noodles. She grabbed one, staring at it before she put it away. What on earth. Maybe the doctor kept the ingredients somewhere else? She rushed upstairs to her bedroom, walked to the far bathroom, hearing the shower still running. She knocked at the door twice and called out, “Hey, Cass! Where are the ingredients?” “What?” “The ingredients! Veggies! I can’t find em.” She heard the shower stopping and Cassandra asked, “I didn’t hear you.” She bit her lips, resting her forehead against the door, “I want to cook something! I can’t find the tomato sauce, can’t
Three hours later, when the patient’s vital was finally stabilized and aftercare was being provided to the baby, Cassandra discarded the gloves and walked out, diving her hands in the large pockets of the coat. A woman stood from the bench, tears streaming down her face as she blocked her way, asking, “Doctor. How’s my—” “She’s fine.” She provided no further explanation as she walked away, hearing a nurse stepping outside to inform the family that they could go in the room now. She walked back to Patrick’s area, her thoughts instantly going back to Selena. She had been gone for so long. Was she alright? She thought about the purple marks on her neck, hating herself for not having noticed sooner. She stopped in her steps, seeing her standing outside the room, a coffee in her hand as she was reading the posters fixed on the wall. She really was so beautiful. As if she felt her presence, Selena turned to her, her eyes twinkling in delight to see her, “Doctor!” A look of horror then cr