Authors: C.M. Steele
Caught: In a Case
Caught
: In a Case
By C.M. Steele
Copyrighted © 2014 C. McKeown
All Rights Reserved
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“The plan is in motion. Blake and James are set to leave tonight,” said the voice on the other end of the line.
“No, no they don’t have any romantic ties to anyone. They are playboys, so no need to worry about that, but I want Blake most of all. He will be the prime target. You need to make sure that it doesn’t look like they are being singled out because it could come back to me.”
“I can’t wait to give them what they deserve. How the high and mighty will fall.” He reveled in his plan to rid himself of his adversaries. This was going to be perfect. They would take the fall and he would make out like a bandit, perfect just perfect.
“So what if they are cute. Keep your dirty cunt out of this! Don’t fuck this up, you hear me?” He knew never to work with females, emotions always get involved.
“Don’t fuck with me old man. I will handle it and I will screw whoever I please.” She hung up the phone pissed at the jerk but she had a plan and it was on schedule. She was going meet with Blake within the next two weeks if the right words were whispered in the right ears and no one fucked up.
hapter 1
I can’t believe this is happening to me.
I am Jackson Blake. I am grown man who has never needed a woman for more than one thing. But what the hell am I doing? I will tell you. I am sitting here on a Monday morning waiting when I should be in my office working on my next big case. I am sitting here like some pedophile stalking the hottest female I have ever seen. This has to be some Twilight Zone shit. No fucker, I am not talking about that Twilight twinkly vampire shit my sister, Zoey watches. I am talking about surreal behavior, the world upside down and inside out.
Ahh
, there she is now. Heaven help me. On Friday, the beauty that soon will be mine was walking down the street in her jeans, tee shirt and gym shoes. Damn the jeans were tight on her ass. I thought her outfit on Friday was hot as shit but she had topped that shit today. The hell if that didn’t piss me off. If I can see how sexy she looks so can all those other pieces of shit. The dress she had on now had barely gone to just above her knees. Her breasts were showing too much cleavage for me. Well not for me, but all these other asses that are looking at my girl. I am going to have to act now. I am done waiting for her. I am not a patient man and since I’ve seen her on the Friday, that’s three days too many for me.
I have only been in this city for three months, but I have been busy setting up this branch of Blake
, Thompson and James, LLC. I haven’t had time to check out the ladies let alone find one for the night. I am not big on relationships. Didn’t think I had that gene in me. My mom always said that it was only a matter of time before I found a woman I couldn’t live without. No woman’s pussy was that good that I couldn’t do without her. The hell with that, I hardly took a chick to their bed more than once. These hoes wanted the money and the gifts. Hell my boy was getting tired of give-away pussy. The last chick I was with I couldn’t even get it up with. I sent her packing claiming I had an emergency with a client.
I laughed at
my mom’s warnings so many times, “it was never going to happen to me”, I said. The “gave a fuck” gene missed me, so I thought. No, little miss I barely hit puberty walks into my life and I can’t even function.
I had a big case that should have been my priority but I couldn’t
look at the documents for more than 5 minutes without my bombshell on my mind. I had to know more about her. My world changed on Friday afternoon when I had a late lunch with a client of mine who was up on a murder charge. It was a difficult case. There had been his car found on a dirt road and her phone had hit a cell tower near the abandoned car that had the victim’s blood in it. The odds were definitely not in our favor. Hell I wasn’t sure she wasn’t guilty myself but I needed boost our name in this region plus my gut was telling me otherwise.
As I was walking my client
to her waiting car
she
walked out of the high school across the street. Our eyes met briefly as she watched me and my client speak. When my client turned to get in the car my woman looked pissed and disappointed. It didn’t dawn on me until after I had lost sight of her in the crowd of kids that rushed out of the building, that she may have assumed I had a relationship with this woman. I will have to fix it, today. If I had not been struck dumb by her beauty and the need to possess her I would have at least found out her name.
Today she was walking with a handsome jock who wanted his arm broken. Obviously he didn’t get the memo that she belongs to me. Hell I don’t even know her name. It must have been some psychic shit because
in my head I begged her to turn around and she did. Wow my beauty was sexy when she was pissed. She spoke to the jackass and he walked away. I guess it was time for me to make my move. I was planning to have one of my guys find out everything about her so that when I picked her up from school I would charm her panties off.
She marched toward me with anger radiating
off her little five foot six frame.
“What the hell is your problem? Why the hell are you following me? There is nothing left to tell so leave me the hell alone and get back to your she-devil.” Blondie told me. This was going to be fun. She turned to walk away when I grabbed her wrist to stop her from leaving.
“Buttercup, calm down right now. First little girl, the only time I want to hear any of that vulgarity out of your mouth is when you are riding my cock and you can’t control that dirty mouth.” That had her blushing and looking furious.
“I don’t do sloppy seconds especially with
someone who would fuck my step-mother. So let go and stay the hell away from me.” Who the hell was her step-mother? I hoped to high hell I didn’t sleep with her step-mother because that would fuck up all my plans for my future wife.
“I told you about that mouth already.
I don’t want to ever hear you with another guy, damn it. I don’t know who your step-mother is. As a matter of fact I don’t even know your name.” She looked so fucking sexy in that dress. I wonder if she wore that to see that fucktard or maybe perhaps she did it on the chance of seeing me. Hell a guy could hope.
“It’s Elizabeth Homan, as in the daughter of Jacob Homan and step-daughter of Laney Homan.” Before he got say anything further she walked away into her crowd of high school little shits. Wow, damn I should have read the case file better. It was no wonder she was looking at me like I am
the devil. I am representing the woman charged with killing her father. Fuck!
It’s Friday and we are all getting together to hang out. I had just walked the edge of the school entrance when I practically started drooling. Omg! He was the hottest thing I had ever seen. TDH all the way! Tall Dark and Handsome, dressed in an expensive, tailored to his body, suit. Seriously the guys was incredible, he had to be over six feet, built like a football player with black hair that was trimmed neatly and begged to have my hands run through. He walked out of the hotel across the street and was staring directly at me with his bluish gray eyes. All of the sudden my heart was pounding and my panties were moist. That’s new, I never had that reaction before not even when Tommy and I make out and he touches my breasts. I wonder what would happen if
he
touched them.
What the hell! Of all the people he had to leave the hotel with, the shrew! It had to be the murderous shrew! I couldn’t continue to stare at the heartbreakingly handsome man anymore. I joined my girls and the fellas and we went to the mall. “Hey baby, what’s wrong?” That’s Tommy
, my boyfriend for the last six months. He’s really a jock and all the stereotypes, fit. He is dumb but super cute and of course probably screwed most of the cheerleaders. I was an exception to the rule as he put it. He mentioned it to me several times that I was not his type because I didn’t take four hours to get ready every morning. I don’t really give a shit. I think if my father wasn’t wealthy he would have never turned his eyes to me but oh well. I needed the experience. I was heading off to Vanderbilt in the fall and wanted to learn some things before I met tons of co-eds with more experience. I have a figure that should be in playboy according to the shrew. She even told my dad several times that my curves could land any wealthy man looking for a sexy young wife. Sometimes I think she was trying to prostitute me out. Thankfully my father had put a kibosh on her attempts to turn me into a slut. She even introduced me to some scouts as she called them. “Nothing, I just seen Laney and her latest lover leaving the hotel, skank.”
“It’s ok babe. They will get her for
it.” He put his arm around me and all I could think about was the man in his sexy suit. On Saturday afternoon I went back to the house I had shared with my parents to get some more of my things I had moved out right after my dad had disappeared. It wasn’t that I was callous or anything like that but my father wanted me to live on my own for a bit and see if I could handle the solitude before I went all the way to Tennessee. I could have stayed at the house but it had been too big to be alone in. Laney had moved to the apartment on top of her spa in town because the police were constantly in the big house and she didn’t want to deal with them. I had grown apart from my dad since he married her but I still missed him.
When I got to my apartment that was just a mile from the school I met with Brian
, my neighbor and close friend and we met with the rest of our group a little while later. Our little get together had run its course it was only eight. I went back to my two bedroom and I spent the rest of the night thinking about Mr. Sex on a stick. The way he was looking at me earlier had me ready run into his arms. Damn it. Why did she have to ruin everything for me? First she takes the very little time my dad had for me then she tries to pin my father’s disappearance on me. Now, the man I don’t even know, who just from a glance has my heart pounding out of my chest.
After a whole weekend of dreaming I was headed off to class when I met up with Tommy
at the convenience store, down the street from my apartment. It wasn’t until I reached the corner before the school did I feel a tingling sensation and turned to see my exasperating distraction staring directly at me. It was because of him that I am going to mess up on my exams today. I was all prepared but no Mister ‘I have to look at you like dessert’ had kept me awake with wicked fantasies and horrible nightmares. Now I might fall sleep during the tests. I asked Tommy to go ahead because I wanted to talk to one of my teachers about a final project grade I gotten and the teacher happened to be at the Starbucks next to the hotel and across the street from the school. As soon as he walked away I marched up to
him
and gave him a piece of my mind. I think Laney is having me followed by her buff new boy toy.
Damn it he was better looking in person. Did he just tell me he wants to fuck me? Did I hear that correctly? I needed to get away before I took him up on his threat. Gross, the thought of the two of them together not only
made me want to vomit, it made me want to cry. I huffed away and still hadn’t learned his name.
Today I had a meeting after school with Laney’s defense attorney. Why, I don’t know but I will see what kind of bull they are going to try and pull. Maybe they will try to get me to say something bad about my father or nice about Laney. Not going to happen.
I don’t know if she actually killed my father but they had circumstantial evidence that made her the prime suspect. When he didn’t show up to work the next day his assistant called and Laney had told them that they had a fight and he had taken off.
I dressed a little nicer today since I was going to be meeting with some suits. I
wore a cute floral dress that Laney actually picked out. I guess she was an okay step-mother if she wasn’t a cheating murderess slut. I traveled downtown on the bus. I could have taken my Mercedes my dad bought me for my birthday last year but traffic was crazy and I would have to find parking. I loved my car but I usually walked to school since my apartment was so close to campus.
Downtown was bustling. I was anxious for some reason. I arrived at the law offices of Blake, Thompson and James, LLC. At the front desk the security directed me to the
13
th
floor. When I took the elevators I had the strange feeling I had right before I saw
him
. I looked up and noticed that this well-lit and fancy elevator had a camera. That’s probably what that feeling was. I was probably being monitored by the security. For some reason I can’t help but think he is watching me.