“I told you. It will never happen again. I drank too much. I saw you and I lost it. I promise you. You have to trust me.”
“Stop telling me to trust you!”
“Why?”
“Because I’m still covering up the bruises from the last time you told me to!”
He cringed and changed the subject, “You put in for a transfer. Why?”
“How can you stand there and pretend not to know?”
“Well, it’s denied.”
“Harris—”
He paced back and forth, agitation settling tightly in his neck and shoulders. The more strides he took, the angrier he became. “I think maybe you’ll be my driver for the rest of the month. Maybe we could talk things through. Or maybe, instead of talking, I’m make you drive me all over and wait in the car while I get my cock sucked from otherwillinggirls. That wouldn’t bother you, would it Fury?” His hands were fisted menacingly at his sides.
“No, Sir.” I backed up, closer to the door, closer to an escape.
“If you’re fucking someone else. I will make your life hell, Fury.”
I grabbed the doorknob and yanked it open. “It already is, Sir.”
I ran out of his office, tears blurring my eyes, straight into the solid chest of Detective Ryan Cage.
