All Chapters of Arrest Me Officer: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Bray’s POVMy eyes followed Tristan’s friend, Sherman as he walked over the threshold. It took everything in my power to not look at his ass. It was muscular and shaped like an apple. This guy was built like a linebacker, and he was here bringing my son all his favorite things. Wait, why was Sherman bringing my son gifts? What had he done that required an apology? My manhood crawled down the inside of my thigh. I knew I should have jacked off before I answered the door, but I thought it might be Tristan, Officer Langdon, or Leo at the door, and I didn’t want to miss any chance of rectifying this situation.“Have a seat, young man? You want a soda or some juice?”“Do you have some wine or beer?” He asked. I used this moment to take every aspect of his physique but disguised it as age curiosity.“Are you old enough for alcohol?”“I’m twenty-eight, Mr. Timberlake.” I walked over to the fridge and grabbed a couple of beers.“So, what did you do that requires an apology? I didn’t even

Langdon’s POVWhen I didn’t hear from Tristan, it made me think that he had stopped talking to me and that his Father had told him that horrible lie about us. I needed to speak to him about it. I knew Natasha would be back soon, and I wanted to sort this out because I couldn’t have both of the people I love mad at me. I jumped in my work car, turned on the sirens, and was determined to get to Tristan’s house in record time. I expected to see Sherman when I reached the gate, but he wasn’t there. There was another guard with glasses and a lean frame with locks operating the gate. I let down my window.“I’m here for a 911 call about a disturbance,” I said. I flashed my badge and pearly white smile, and after carefully examining it, he opened the gate.I sped through the gate toward Tristan’s house but was shocked when I saw Chief Leo's police car and a Mustang that said Sherman on the license plate. Why would Sherman be here without Tristan, and why was Chief Leo here and not at work?

Tristan’s POVI watched Justine wipe a tear from his eyes as I spied on him and Natasha’s exchange from the window. It wasn’t until now that I realized what I was asking Justine to do and how selfish I had been. I should have been more empathetic and understanding. I was taking a man away from hisfamily. I was the equivalent of what Chief Leo and my dad had done to my mom, and I needed to make this right. When I saw him walking up the steps, I quickly lay on the couch and acted as if I hadn’t seen his exchange.I could see his sadness, and the last thing I wanted was for him to be sad. I wanted us to have our happily ever after. He took off his shoes, made his way to the couch, and cuddled with me.“I’m sorry, Justine.”“What are you sorry for?”“I was so selfish to have you that I didn’t care about Natasha’s feelings or the life you had built with her. I didn’t even think about how this would impact you.”“You didn’t take me away from her. I made a choice, and I’m glad I made the

“Goddamn. Your landlord will have an aneurism when he sees your front door.”Jaxon’s reminder of the mess they’d left behind pulled Chance’s thoughts out of the gutter. He’d already thought of his landlord’s reaction, and no way in hell was it happening. Considering the fact Chance was almost always late with his rent, he was already living by the man’s good graces.Even if he had to do the repairs himself, Chance would have that door replaced before the landlord knew a thing.“He’ll never see it,” Chance said as much for himself as Jaxon.Jaxon sighed, sounding tired. "Whoever this guy is, maybe you should file a restraining order. You always attract the crazy ones. Too fucking sexy for your own goddamn good," Jaxon grumbled under his breath."It's nothing I can't handle."“Chance,” Jaxon began, and Chance cut him off, incapable of listening to anything Jaxon was about to say while using such a lecturing tone.“Seriously, Jaxon. It’s nothing I can’t handle.”This was his problem. Not

Chance always made him crazy, and Jaxon was hooked. It had been almost a year since he’d pulled in behind Chance’s car on the side of the road. Their gazes had met, and he hadn’t looked away since. The man’s green eyes, auburn hair, and runner’s body aside, Chance was beautiful on the inside. Of course, it was hidden beneath a layer of insanity covered with a coating of conspiracy theorist, but it was there for anyone who bothered to look.It had taken Jaxon almost eight months to corner Chance into a kiss, and another two to coax him into bed. He hadn’t been back since. Jaxon kept showing up. Chance kept letting him in, but that was where things ended.No matter how hard he tried, or how turned on they both were after a night of doing everything except the deed, Chance shut him down at every turn—until today. Jaxon didn’t doubt for a minute he’d have been fucking Chance inside that dressing room if they hadn’t been interrupted. Of course, he’d fucked that up quick. It had been as sim