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Just Wing It
Chapter Two
I'm scared of death, I'm scared of living; I gave up on the past 'cause it's unforgiving.
The morning was somewhat pleasant for jail. It was still dark and cool, but it made it easier to sleep at night, especially with a warm body with soft skin and tight muscles right next to me. Always the early riser, I wasn't too disappointed when four in the morning came around and they pulled my policeman away from me. Things got less warm and I suddenly felt exposed to the world. Except, not completely. The man pulled up a stiff wooden chair and sat down in front of the cell to watch me. Suddenly I was filled with guilt, because I kind of forced him to believe he was obligated to do something so sweet. I sighed and walked up to the bars. I could barely tell the difference between his dark outline and the blackness of the room but I spoke anyway. "You know, it's not in your job description to keep such a close eye."
"I thought that this is what you wanted." Was his gruff reply.
His voice, husky sounding and awaken, sent a slight tingling feeling throughout my entire body. I liked the feeling, it wasn't something I was used to. Feeling horrible about how I had placed him in one of the most uncomfortable positions possible, I spoke again. "This is what I wanted and I appreciate it greatly, but I don't feel the need to have you suffer out there. That chair can't be the least bit comfortable." I theorized.
"Don't worry; I won't be here for much longer. I have some business to take care of, so we can get your situation sorted out. I'll see what all we can do about your case and if there's any alternate response to this action. Typically, those convicted with drug charges aren't allowed to leave but, for some reason and so help me God I don't know what it is, I believe you. I'm not keen on throwing the innocent in jail but you were in possession and maybe I'm having a bad judge of character after all of these years. Guilty or innocent, you're still going to have to stay in some form of custody until this entire incident is solved." The man explained, his voice finally adapting.
"I've never been a liar, sir, but I understand the circumstances. I just… I wish that it wouldn't have been me. I mean, it could have been one of the other millions of women in the world but it happened to me. I can't say I'm surprised. I have the worst of luck with just about everything in my life and that's not even an exaggeration whatsoever." I sighed and averted my eyes to the floor, even though I couldn't see anything there either. "I feel like I have a bad luck magnet chip permanently inserted under my skin somewhere, which I'll never ever remove. That, and a sign above my head that says, 'She saw ten black cats today'."
"So you're superstitious?" He questioned.
"Not necessarily. I'm thinking that maybe it was a curse born into my family, rather than gained by broken mirrors, salt, ladders, and etcetera." I sighed. "Nobody in my family has ever had a streak of good luck except for my brother. Sammy, he's an incredibly dedicated person. He was always able to make the best of the worst situations and I'll never know how he learned to do it. Ever since the issue with my parents, he's only increased his unfathomable skills."
Sammy was an incredible person. He continued to amaze me with every skill learned and every accomplishment made. Suddenly, I missed him and couldn't wait to see him. How long had it been, again, since I had last saw him? Even being an early person, I couldn't calculate things properly. Math and mornings shouldn't be legally used in the same sentence. I heard footsteps pad down the hallway and a circular beam of light poked through, wobbling and getting closer. Finally the other man from yesterday (judging by his voice), Andrew, was by Darien's side. "Hey Dare, I think that the boss is ready for you, then. No worries, I watch after the girl."
"You better." Came his reply as he rose from his seat and his steps descended.
"Is he always this dedicated to his job?" I asked, once he was far enough away.
"Yeah, and that's Darien for you. He has no life outside of work."
The comment didn't seem all that funny. It was intended as a joke and his voice starting off as a teasing tone, but it quickly became saddened and depressed. Apparently, Darien did spend his life working and wasting away his life and hours. But what had I done with all the free time I'd received? I had a considerable amount and a great social life and, yet, I didn't manage to accomplish anything. Maybe it was just best if everybody did dedicate themselves to their career.
"I'd think a guy like that would have ten different girlfriends to balance in his life, or at least a current watcher card to get punched in again for some low down strip club. Except, he probably wouldn't go to one of those shady places. Maybe a really nice strip club, but is there such a thing? Speaking of strip clubs, I think they could be illegal! I mean, most of those girls are practically prostitutes because they will allowed men to pay them for sexual stuff. I have a couple stripper friends and they tell me about it. It's good money but certainly not worth it. Who wants to get naked in front of married old creepy men?"
"So what exactly are you, again?" Andrew asked.
"I'm a woman." I replied smartly.
"You know what sense I meant it in… I meant occupation wise, your career." He defined.
"I'm a wing woman. Basically, guys – or even lesbians – find our business and chose me to take care of them for a night. They pay to take me out on a "date" at a bar or a club or something and buy my drinks for that night while paying to charged fee for my attempts. I flirt around and make them seem like the ideal person so that others will be attracted to the person. Then, once they find love, they're required to pay a little more money and congrats! I'm happy, their happy, everybody's happy. Actually, come to think of it, my very first client Ken is getting married next month to this girl I hooked him up with named Mina."
"Ken and Mina? You've got to be kidding me!"
"No, of course not. I love keeping in touch with my clients, why?" I asked, confused.
"Because, Ken is Darien's older brother… and Mina is Darien's ex. They never were quite right together. I mean, the two barely kissed. She was into Darien but he wasn't into her. He was always too busy with something more important than a girlfriend and Mina didn't grab his attention enough. Of course, she's a beautiful lady so he kept her around but everybody knew it was only a matter of time. Darien wasn't even the slightest bit hurt when he found out that she was cheating on him with her older brother. She explained that they met at a club one night and really started to talk and that it was an attraction they couldn't deny." Andrew commented.
"I can't believe I helped my officer's girlfriend cheat on him… with his brother, of all people." I whispered in shock.
"It's not like you knew." Andrew shrugged.
"But, it's the idea." I pointed out.
"Either way, Serena, girls don't just go to clubs to get drunk. They could buy their own drinks and dance to music in their apartment with a girlfriend or two. Girls go to clubs to dress slutty and get noticed, they go to find men to take home. That night Mina was by herself. She didn't want to just party or anything, she was looking for love. Trust me. Darien didn't care and, to be honest, it's nice she's finally settling down. I mean, Mina was a girl that's hard to deny but it had to be done at some point. A girl is never good news when she seduces your best friend, a few others, and ends up with your brother. I think Darien could tell that she was that type of girl from the start though. And she seems to be faithful to Ken nowadays, so that's always a good sign." Andrew explained. "He gives her all the attention she could ever want."
"So, Andrew, is Darien one of those scary guys?" I asked.
"Only if you piss him off." He shrugged.
"Is he temperamental?" I urged.
"Not typically. Darien's usually calm, cool, and collected. He's the kind of guy who doesn't need to act threatening because his very presence threatens any man who doesn't know him or like him. He doesn't try it, it's just there. He has this presence that's just powering and overwhelming. You have to get used to him."
"Is he boring?"
"He's not necessarily the most fun."
"Ah, so that's how you say somebody is a wet blanket in polite terms." I giggled.
"Pretty much." He laughed.
"So do you have any idea of what might happen to me?" I asked, now serious.
"Well you're definitely going to have to go through investigations and do some jail time. Even if those weren't your drugs, you could be in danger. I mean, the drug business is ruthless and they don't mind stashing their load with somebody else, only to go over later and murder the innocent person and steal back their drugs. You'll most likely have to go through a court process, since drugs are such big issues, and you'll have to be under careful watch of authorities, which is why you're spending time with us in jail right now. Anyway," he eyed my nervous disposition, "how about we get you something to eat and drink? It's about time everybody wakes up, anyway."
"That actually sounds amazing right now, I'm starving." I admitted as I searched for my boots on the ground and slipped them on as Andrew walked away from me. Moments later the light flicked on, crazy bright and eye-irritating. I heard grumbles all around me, talk about grumpy morning people! I happily waited by the bars of my cell and looked down to see Andrew walking towards me, while avoiding looking at anybody else. He unlocked me first and personality escorted me with his arm, like a gentleman taking me into a formal party. I was glad for the special treatment; I didn't want to be surrounded by creeps.
About fifteen minutes later I was sitting across from Andrew and trying to ignore all the people around me. I, still clad in my sexy little dress, seemed to stick out like a sore thumb and everybody insisted on staring. I pouted as I pushed around the scrambled eggs on my plate. "These people are so rude. Do they honestly not have enough manners to stop staring?" I growled in annoyance as I quickly glanced up. The intimidation of all the eyes caused me to look down almost immediately.
"That's the funny thing about prisoners; they're not always the most charming." He joked.
"If they don't learn in here then they'll become crazy rapists when they get back into society." I declared.
"Well, ma'am, most girls aren't quite as gorgeous as you."
"Yeah." I mumbled dumbly. I never quite understood what was so special about me. Through my whole life, I had been put down. As a child, to my parents, I was never good enough. There was always something wrong with me that needed fixed. It never registered that I could actually be a gorgeous woman because I was too busy stuck on the idea that I was average, when I tried my hardest. I hadn't had any time to fix myself up or anything, so I was sure I looked like a tragic mess momentarily.
"You don't think you're gorgeous?" He asked, a little confused sounding.
"I've lived with myself for twenty-two years, Andrew. With all due respect, I know my strengths and my weaknesses." I shrugged.
Andrew opened his mouth to say something but stopped and looked over as two officers approached our table. Darien seemed slightly irritated and the other man was talking his ear off excitedly. The sight of it made me giggle, which made Andrew laugh, and the two of us put together was enough to make Darien smile. And, damn, did he have a nice smile! Those perfect and crazy white teeth. The man was drop dead gorgeous. Even the beautiful Mina wasn't enough to be in the same league as him. Darien Shields (judging by the last name written on his uniform) was in a league of his own, that was untouchable to everybody else.
"Classy Andrew, you brought a girl to a breakfast date at the jail house." The other man commented.
"Shut up Seiya, she isn't on a date with me."
"In that case, hello beautiful lady." The man smiled and sat down next to me, slyly.
"You didn't let me finish. She isn't on a date with me, because she's a prisoner." Andrew finished.
"No way! You've got to be kidding me. This hot little number is a prisoner?" Seiya questioned, astonished. "Did you hear that Dare?"
"Actually, Darien was the first to know." I pointed out. "Right, Dare Bear?"
"Dare Bear?" Darien raised an eyebrow and smiled.
"Do you prefer Dare Devil? After all, you are a devil to take an innocent girl prisoner, aren't you?" I asked bitterly and crossed my arms.
"Hey now, this devil happened to be doing his job, and he also just made arrangements to guarantee that you wouldn't have to stay here in the jail house, so I'm pretty sure you should be thanking me right now." Darien argued.
"Seriously?" I asked, shocked, and he nodded. I jumped out of my seat and gave him a big hug. "Thank you so much Darien!" I squealed in a high pitched happy voice as all my words connected into one, barely comprehensible. Then I pulled back from him and sent a dazzling smile up towards my tall, dark, and handsome savior. How could I be mad at somebody who pulled some strings so I wouldn't have to be surrounded by creeps? "So when do I get to go home?"
"As soon as you're down eating."
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The police car made a turn into a shady neighborhood that I called my own. I wasn't too proud of the place, but it was where I lived. The area looked so misfit for my car, a 2005 aspen white Subaru Impreza WRX STI and its 21 pounds of boost backing it up and making the blow off valve sound beautiful. There were metallic purple BBS rims on it, and the bottom of the car matched the bright rims, before fading rapidly into the aspen white. I got out of the vehicle to see my own car and my small broken down living space but so did Darien. I felt my heartbeat increase, imagining that this would be one of those moments where the cop couldn't deny his want for me. We'd start kissing passionately, take it to the bedroom, I wouldn't be a virgin anymore and we'd get married. End of story.
"Thank you, for everything Darien." I smiled and spoke softly and femininely. "Would you like something to eat or drink? I didn't see you have anything this morning for breakfast and I barely touched anything so I could go for some chocolate milk."
"No thank you ma'am, I'll have some coffee when we get back to my place." He commented.
"We? What makes you so sure I'm going back to your house with you?" I said flirtatiously.
"Because according to my agreement with my boss, it's either my house or jail." He shrugged.
My jaw dropped open and all the flirtatious actions from before were long gone. "Excuse me?"
"I took you here so you could gather all of your things. Once you have your clothes and any other necessary belongings, we're returning to my house, which is where you'll live." He replied carelessly. Just when I thought that I would be able to be back home and enjoy my life again, the ugly truth rears it's disgusting head at me and bitch slaps me back into reality. Oh, how I loved life and its ever-changing mood swings.
"You've got to be kidding me. I'm home and I intend on staying here!" I snapped.
"It's either my place or I arrest you and take you back to jail."
"How could you be so heartless?" I glared.
"I'm a police officer." He shrugged. I wanted so badly to knock his lights out. I knew that I probably wasn't strong enough but I was tempted to try. The man must have read my thoughts because he looked me dead in the eye with his sexy blue midnight ones and said, "If I were you, I wouldn't do anything stupid. We wouldn't want you to get an even heavier charge for endangering a police officer by malicious assault would we?"
"Somebody is going to kick your ass someday, and I hope I'm there to see it." I added.
"You've already wasted enough time bickering and opening your mouth to say comments that don't pertain to any importance of mine so would you please gather your things so that I could get home again? I mean, I didn't exactly get the best sleep in the world after I had to babysit you last night. I take my job seriously and now I have a serious back and neck pain. I just want to get home and relax. Luckily, the boss is taking it lightly on me and making you my only responsibility."
"Hurray for you." I rolled my eyes. "So do you have a house up here, or are you dragging me down to Hell with you?"
"I have a place up here, too." Was his laid-back response.
I growled obscenities under my breath as I headed into my small house. The inside was just as clean as I remember it being and my dog flew outside right away to go to the bathroom. I felt horrible to have trapped the poor thing inside this whole time. "I'm sorry Axle!" I called after him. He was a mixed dog with his mother being a pure bred lab and his father being the most gorgeous German Shepherd-Rottweiler-Boxer mix ever. Axle was a grey dog with black spots all over him and he was HUGE but fit. As a puppy he was ridiculously chubby and he still eats like a little piggy. (A/N: sorry for the interruption but I actually have this puppy and I love him to death. Based off the parents he's going to be a really big dog. If you're curious what he looks like just visit my facebook since he's in my profile picture: .?id=100000598370355 ).
I loaded several bags with various articles of clothing. Actually, I just took everything off the main clothes-hanging bar and shoved them into a suitcase and repeated the task with the clothes in my dresser and other backpacks and suitcases. I drug the items, bag by bag, across the floor and into the stones and then heaved them into my car. Darien raised an eyebrow at me and asked what the hell I was doing. I sent a sharp glare in his direction. "You're crazy if you think that I'm leaving my car here while I stay with you. I hate to even leave it for an hour or two in this neighborhood. I love my car, it's the only nice thing I have, I'm not going to sit in your police car and lose it!"
"How do I know you're not going to make a getaway from me?"
"Because then I'd be charged with more stuff against me and end up in jail. You're going to have to trust me."
Moments later, with everything of importance to me (from my house, that is) loaded into my vehicle, I sent a tearful look at my large puppy, who sat down. I pouted. "I'm sorry Axle but you're going to have to stay with this mean man for the duration of the car ride because he doesn't trust me. Therefore, this evil man has decided to take you hostage, baby, and I'm so sorry. I'll be with you soon, I promise. Mommy loves you."
"Is this really necessary?" Darien questioned, exhausted and leaning against his car.
"Of course it is! You never know when you're going to say your last goodbye. You always have to make them count." I spoke seriously and looked him directly in the eye. "You never know when you'll regret not saying something to somebody." There was a moment of comfortable silence, where we just looked at each other before Axle gave me a large lick on the cheek. I smiled down at him and pulled him towards me to kiss the top of his head. Afterwards, he ran over and sat down proudly by Darien's feet while he let the man pet me. "Traitor!" I scuffed at him before turning around to get in my car as Axle seemed to bark out a reply.
What was I supposed to tell my work? Oh yeah, I can't come for a little while because – you're going to laugh at this – some cop thought that I was a hooker. Anyway, it just happened to be a funny coincidence that somebody stashed cocaine in my purse before I got caught. What? No, of course I don't do drugs. I'm not sure how long I'll be out of work, apparently drug possession is a huge deal even if I am completely innocent. Or maybe I'll get lucky and it'll just end up being some kind of powder, flour, or sugar? Does cocaine even look like flour, powder, or sugar? Do people just snuff it or do they eat it too? I mean, some people have injected it or came up with creative ideas to introduce it directly to they're bloodstream, others make it go hard somehow and smoke it, but has anybody ever just eaten or drank it? Does it even do anything if you ingest it in that way?
These were the questions I pondered over on my drive to Darien Shields' house. That's when I realized I had never been at a man's house before. I didn't even have friends to stay with at lonely times. I had no clue how I was supposed to act when I was at somebody's place, or what the proper reaction was in case the man turned and tried to make a move on me or something. Being alone in a stranger man's house wasn't exactly my idea of excitement. The guy could be leading me to my deathbed for all I knew. Policemen are sketchy because you trust them to do the right thing, you're supposed to believe in them. I found that a person could take advantage of you that way so I refused to place my trust in anybody until I was well acquainted with them, and that hadn't happened for years and years and years.
I, Serena Williams, would be staying at a man's house. A drop dead gorgeous model of a man. Who was perfect in every way, physically, and who still had the sexiest voice I'd ever heard, despite what obnoxious words came out of it. It would have been a dream come true if he had been sweet and charming and not met me through jail, really. This could have been some fairytale story where he was my prince and I was a princess. But here I was, a cocaine possession holder, and he was basically my private watch. I considered taking off, just because I was so nervous, but I couldn't deal with the charges, jail, and losing my puppy and car.