The chaos of him

ELIJAH STONE POV“I’ll make you a deal,” He tells me, leveling me with a cocky gaze. He knows it’s getting to me, I try to hide it, maybe he sees right through me, or he’s incredibly self centered, my guess is the second, or maybe I desperately hope it’s the second.“Take these handcuffs off and i will kiss you so hard you’d beg me to touch you.”Heat rushes between my legs, pressing against the fabric of my briefs. I shift where I stand, jaw tightening. He grins like he knows, like he is daring me to fall apart first. I cannot fall apart. I cannot lose control. I am a detective, he’s the criminal. If I screw this up, it’s not just my pride on the line, it’s the case, and everything else. No matter how his brown eyes that looked like he was always in a constant state of being half asleep, half awake, makes me feel… no, I shouldn’t feel this way about another man, simple. Mave–– a fellow detective–– scoffs from beside me, and I pull my eyes away from the man I put behind bars, and

ELIJAH STONE POV“Captain Stone?” Jake calls out.I halt, pausing by the exit, hoping he didn’t need me to stay at the office, I can’t spend any more time time around this man, I need to think and he clouds my ability to do so.“The flowers you ordered arrived, it’s you anniversary with Viv remember?”My eyes widen.I forgot about it.. it’s not a real anniversary exactly, but a monthiversary. Something she came up with, we celebrated this once a month, on the date she asked me to be her boyfriend. I walk back to the central desk, where we keep all deliveries as they came, the peonies I have always given her every month, lay there, from her favorite store and everything, yet it fills me with sadness I cannot comprehend. “Thanks,” I mutter.He nods once, returning to his work.“Pretty boy?” My body tense. “Are you okay with leaving just like that? Knowing you would never see me again?”I grit my teeth, ignoring his question and the wave of protests that crash into me at his questions,

ELIJAH STONE POV Everything is a mess.Phones are ringing non stop–I had to put mine on silent after the fifth call from the prime minister himself. The team is gathered here, trying and failing to hide how they really feel towards our prisoner. And him.He sits in the holding, a Cheshire grin on his face, eyes tracking my movements, almost like he is begging me to react, and I won’t give him that satisfaction. I won’t. “You searched the entire place? The rooftops, surrounding houses?” I ask again.Mave doesn't hide his irritation at my question, it’s not the first time I have asked, and it means I am questioning his detective skills, he looks at me like he is seconds from asking me even worse questions. But I wish I cared.“Everything has gone to shit now.” he casts an ugly look at Jesse, and I keep my face neutral on his, nobody had to know that the sound of his name has my stomach in knots. “We should focus on finding the item now, or else we start over.” I tell the team, ba

Nothing.Jake found nothing about him.For usual suspects, this would give them a leeway, the you’re free to go speech. But not Jesse Harding. It’s even more suspicious that he has no record, and not to be that guy, but someone like Jesse is the exact type of person you would expect to have at least broken the law once. He has never been arrested, even for something like shop lifting. We have less than four hours to produce results and our only suspect is as clean as a whistle. My fingers rake through my hair, eyes boring into the sheet of paper that contained a summary of his life. An actual model citizen would be jealous of this.Mave saunters inside, good timing. I cannot handle this alone, and I hate that it’s beyond me, the leader of the team cannot crack one suspect. “He didn’t say anything?” he asks glancing sideways at the holding.His brows tug together when he finds Jake quietly cleaning up our suspect. I am even more surprised to find my stomach churning at the si

I can’t do it.Jumping away from the seat and out of his reach, my breathing is loud and erratic, even to my own ears, I imagine everyone else could hear it as well, and it is as mortifying as it sounds. Jesse’s mocking chuckle tells me everything, he figured me out. Even before I started, he knew the end before it began, and he beat me to it. My fists clench before I even realize it, nails digging into my palm, the sting of embarrassment quickly morphing into something darker at the pit of my stomach. “You think that was funny?”“You don’t think it was funny? I thought it was pretty funny.” he shrugs, a knowing, amused smile in his eyes. I have never in my life felt the violent urge to wipe the smug smile off of someone like I feel right in this moment. “Don’t ever do that again, I am an officer of the law, and right now, you’re a suspect.”His grin grows, his perfect teeth glistening, tongue in cheek. I want to know how his tongue would feel in my own cheek. “Are we really? An