All Chapters of WRONG: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

  " Any eyes on the target yet?" I ask Roxie as we walk out of the restroom. " Reynold Boyce is a ghost. He deals in secret and likes to keep everything in secret. That piece of shit." And that's the worst part of this case.     It's hard to keep an eye or hands on Reynold Boyce. He's smart and cunning as shit.  " We'll get him this time." Walking past the hallway, Roxie and I curve into another hallway and there are rooms on either side of it.    The doors are nearly open as different kinds of atrocities take place here. Women in handcuffs and every other bondage object satisfy the horny men that are seated like Kings. According to my little report, Reynold Boyce works hand in hand with the owner of this BDSM sex club.  " This is driving me crazy. I've seen so many arousing things in just one night." Roxie says.  " Are you okay?" " Yeah. I don't wanna talk about my personal

        It's Saturday. About 19 hours since I aced that Reynold Boyce Case and another 19 hours since I beat the shit out of Regina Foxx. She was given urgent medical attention. I was driven home, with a warning from chief Bradford that we'll see Monday morning. I think that will determine if I lose my job or if I'm keeping it. It definitely can't be the latter.    With my phone wedged between my ear and my shoulder, I unlock my door to enter my apartment. I may not live in a penthouse, but I live in a comfortable apartment since Caleb milked me dry.     I shut my door and hold my phone against my ear with my hand. I drop my keys on the coffee table as I go to my room. " Mom, are you putting on makeup right now?" I ask, imagining my mom in front of her bedroom mirror applying make up ready to party and maybe hook up as usual every Friday and Saturday night.  " Well yeah. Mommy gott

       I open my eyes as I scratch my eyelids. God I feel so weak. My legs feel weak and it's strange. What did I do to myself? Oh shit, now I remember. I had sex with a breath taking blue eyed, blond haired man last night. And it was awesome. Amazing and the best sex of my boring life. He gave me something Caleb couldn't give me for four years. An orgasm. Not just an orgasm, multiple orgasms and a wonderful night that I'm never ever going to forget.     I touch his side of the bed and it's empty. I sit up with the duvet covering my naked self as I look around the room. He's truly gone. No evidence that he was ever here. Like it never happened. I peek at my naked self under the duvet and I'm really naked. I can still feel his hands all over my body. Groping every part of me last night. I fall back on my bed and groan. I reach for my phone, hoping to find a missed call or maybe a strange text from a strange number like these girls wh

  " You're so beautiful, Lauren." Anderson says as he smiles.      This is fucked up. It's been six months since that one nightstand. And it's been six months and I still can't get him out of my head no matter how hard I try. I started hooking up, maybe to spite Caleb and forget that stranger. But it's not working. The men are always too annoying.     Roxie talked me into signing up for a match me website. And I didn't. She went behind my back and created the account and forced me to hook up with these strangers. And at the end of each blind date, it always turned out exhausting. The men are rather too annoying or not pleasing to me at all. They're always rich. Wall Street businessmen.     And Anderson is one of them. He's pretty sweet. Handsome, hot, rich, but he's nothing compared to that stranger. Just his bright blue eyes stole my breath away and I can't seem to get him out of my mind. 

      Roxie and I throw our heads back as we down our shots. We're at our favorite bar. We usually come here sometime just to get wasted when one of us is going through shit. The tatted green eyed bartender already knows us and he's been giving me the green light these past months. I told him straight that I'm not interested. I've never been interested in anyone ever since Chase fucking Newton fucked my senses out and got out of my bed leaving my sex life scarred for good.     How can he be so perfect? And now I just discovered he's in college and 23 years old. Roxie coughs as she turns on her barstool to look at me. She's been pretty lucky these past months. After her encounter with her one night stand, Ren, they have been seeing each other since then. Ren is hot, Irish and pretty rich himself. He kinda liked her, but Roxie doesn't seem to like him that much and that's because of Stevie. He's still calling her and I'm sure they've