In my bed.
In my home.
In my heart.
I almost drift back off to sleep before I feel her soft hand on my back. Rolling over, I find her sweet face looking down at me.
“Good morning, sleepyhead.” She smiles.
“I woke up and you weren’t here,” I grumble, pulling her close.
“Breakfast is ready. I don’t want it to get cold.”
I kiss her arm then lift on my elbow to kiss her shoulder. She runs her fingers through my hair.
Fuck, I love it when she does that.
I’m about to pull her back down in this bed and say to hell with breakfast and eat her instead but my phone vibrates from the nightstand.
It’s Higgens.
“Cunningham,” I answer.
“Got some information for you.”
Holding the phone to my chest, I pull Selena in for a kiss. “I need to take this. Meet you downstairs?”
Her forehead rests on mine. “Okay,” she says before giving me the sweetest fucking kiss. Then she stands up and leaves the room, softly closing the door behind her.
I adjust my hard cock then bring the phone to my ear. “What do you have?”
“Carlito Cruz has been acting attorney general for the last year and a half but his political status reaches much further than that. He’s served on several UN committees as well as spearheaded a campaign for human trafficking called Red Light where he has taken on a shitload of donations. On paper he’s clean but the more I dig, the more shit doesn’t add up. He claims this organization is to stop human trafficking, it’s even funded by some pretty fucking prominent celebrities as well as government officials, but something ain’t right. The money is coming in but after fifteen years there’s no record of anyone being rescued.”
“What the hell do you mean?”
“I think it’s a ruse. I think they are giving this motherfucker money to traffic, not to stop it.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m pretty certain but I need to check on a few more things.”
“Let me know when you have proof.”
“Will do.”
“That it?”
He exhales a long, deep breath. “No.”
Silence.
“You sitting down?” he asks.
“Yeah, hit me.”
Sparing a glance at the closed door as he continues to talk, I’m glad I’m alone, because nothing could have prepared me for what he told me next.
Wondering where Justin is, I’m about to go search for him when he finally walks downstairs a half hour later. He showered and is dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a button-down.
