Catherine Pinkerton Novels & Stories

"Take her away, officers." "What are you doing, Peter?" Catherine stood from the sofa, stubbing the cigarette she had been smoking just before we entered. "I have warned you to stop smoking in my house." Uncle Pete was angry seeing how she stubbed the cigarette on his console table, messing the glass top. That cigarette obviously wasn't her first stick. "Don't touch me!" She snarled at the officer, snatching her wrist away from him. "What have I done, Peter?"

“Yes, Shelton?” “Ma'am Catherine will send me the number which I will track down. When I get any noteworthy findings, I will inform you immediately.” He said. “Good,” I nodded, even though he probably couldn't see me. Then, I hung up and wrapped both arms around Catherine, who melted in my hold and purred like a kitten. Moments later, I reluctantly withdrew from the hug to conclude my work from the day. Barely five minutes later, I was through with it.

I press my hand there briefly, just long enough to steady myself. Her image lingers in my mind. Red cheeks. Shaky breath. Angry eyes. Pink outfit. My pink outfit. I pull out my phone. The private investigator’s earlier call flashes through my thoughts. The bastard who shot me better hope I never find him. Because fake dating or not… Catherine Hopkins is officially a distraction. And the worst part? I don’t want it to stop.

Now, I could only catch snippets of the conversation through the phone receiver: "Jaclyn·Dills, where are you? I've been trying to reach you on your phone all day. Peter said you're on a business trip to the red moon pack. Tomorrow, I happen to have an interview event in the red moon pack as well. I've already passed the toll booth. If you're free, let's have dinner together. Our deputy station manager is also here." Jaclyn·Dills lowered his head to check the time, 8:30 PM, and hesitated slightly before saying, "Alright, where are you going? I'll come over directly." Laughter came through the phone, "Where else could we go, the usual place." Jaclyn·Dills put down the phone and turned around

"Don't worry Mary. We will help Mike in every possible way. But I am more concerned about you. You have shut yourself from the world. Don't do that. To others's you appear as an adventurous, fun-loving girl but I know the truth behind the smile. Give yourself a chance Mary to feel the love and walk beside your special guy. Mike is a very good guy. Give him a chance." " I will think about it." " I am glad to hear this. I have put the solution on the laptop. Within 20 minutes we will get all fingerprints clone and then we can match it with the city database." Catherine's house Catherine is dressed in a bathrobe and sitting in a bathtub. There are scented candles placed beautifully on the side

Just recognize that it's me. 'If only so I could be laid to rest. If only so I would not lie here like a nameless ghost.' Ethan's fingers trembled. He slowly lowered his head, as if trying to see my face more clearly. That was when his phone vibrated in his pocket. A name appeared on the screen. [Aunt Catherine.] Catherine Earnhart was a leech who treated Ethan and me like personal ATMs. The doubt in Ethan's eyes vanished in an instant. It was replaced by irritation.

"I want you to find out if the woman we just saw was Kendall Carter. And if it was, I need to know if she’s pregnant." Her PA nodded, her fingers already flying across the tablet to make notes. "Consider it done, Mrs. Catherine." Catherine turned sharply, walking forward with renewed purpose, her heels clicking once again against the floor, her emotions tightly contained. She would get to the bottom of this. One way or another, she would know the truth.

He kept pacing, growling, pushing against my control. “She’s ours,” he kept saying. “We need to claim her.” “Shut it,” I growled back mentally. “She’s just a girl who's here to perform her duties.” But even I was beginning to feel something tug at my heart. A few minutes later, Melvin returned and leaned in close. “Her name’s Catherine Blackwood,” he whispered. “She works for the event management company that handled the ball. Lives with her mother on the east side of the city. She’s a wolf, but not registered with any pack.”

Phillip had come in five minutes ago to touch base before the Townsends arrived. Catherine’s desk top was clear glass. The top was held up by gray steel legs. Her large white leather chair had a large soft back. The carpet was a faded pink. The walls were painted off-white. Pictures by various artist donned the walls. Most of the painting she had purchased personally from Early’s Art Gallery. “I still don’t believe it,” Catherine said. “Catherine, did you . . .” Phillip trailed off. “What?” “Did you really believe he was innocent?”

“Your assistant?” Catherine didn’t flinch. She met his stare straight on, chin lifted, the way she did when she was calculating exits and angles. “Catherine Hart, Mr. Klein. Just wrapping up some filings for Ms. Peron, sir.” She looked efficient and professional. Inside, I knew her mind was racing the same track mine was: Does he know about us? Does he know I fuck her after work—my fingers buried deep in her cunt, her mouth hot and desperate on mine?