The girls were sleeping over at Felicite''s place. Of course when they all gathered around the table to come up with their next plan of action Bea had to derail things by asking about what was going on with her and the detective.

"You gonna try to get your Scandal on?"

Layla laughed while Jenna sat back, grinned and took a sip of the red wine. Apparently they all were in some kind of delusional agreement that something was really going on between them. Yeah right. Only in her teenage fantasies. And perhaps the brief moments when she'd accidentally brushed up against them. But that's all those were. Fantasies. Not reality. There was no way something like that would ever happen. Or make any sense. They were so different in every way imaginable.

His family can trace their ancestry to the Mayflower. Her ancestry went as far to a plantation in the south. His family practically founded their town and were involved in every committee of importance. And the man came from money. A buttload of money. Trust fund money. Her family weren't poor but they waffled around somewhere between upper lower class and middle class. Felicite' herself only made it to middle class status because of her consulting business as a psychic. Something she kept lowkey about and is kept in business through word of mouth. And the occasional jobs with the FBI to help solve a case of provide insight to a case.

In fact the only thing they did have in common were their desire to help others. Not including their unfortunate connection to his cousin.

Felicite' shuddered. It took years after dumping his douche cousin to figure out why she went out with him the first place. He shared the same blonde hair and blue eyes as David. Though he was shorter, leaner and less muscular than his cousin. He was always second place in academics, sports and popularity.

So shy, loner and much too curvy teen Felicite' never thought in a million years she'd ever grabbed his attention. Looking back on things now she realized she went out with him because never in a billion years would David ever notice her. So she settled for the million possibility.

But that was the past. Now was the present where her future was at stake.

"First, if you must know we went to the same middle school and high school." She looked around her friends, eagerly waiting to hear more, like they were high school sweethearts. "Two, we never went out or will ever date. And three, we have more important things to do. Like keeping me from going to prison for a crime I didn't commit. Because I don't care if orange is the new black, I would not look good in that color."

"Not funny," all three declared at the same time.

"Wasn't trying to be. Sorry. But can we move on now?"

Layla and Jenna nodded yeah and reached out to either hand and squeezed. "Of course," said Jenna.." We'll do whatever we can."

Their heads turned together towards Bea. "Fine. I'll stop with the teasing. For now. I think there's something there worth looking into. But I'll get on your case about it after we prove your innocence."

"Thank you."

"Besides, we got four black powerful women gifted with ESP. This is black girl magic at its finest. You'll be a free woman before you know it."

Tonight seemed to be a night of getting misty eyed. It wasn't until this moment, looking around her friends, when she was glad she went to the holistic psychic expo four years ago. Being surrounded by people like her, mediums and others interested in the holistic lifestyle not only centered her and made her accept her gift. But she found Layla, Bea and Jenna that weekend. All visiting form the DMV. As if it was fate. And maybe it was.

They quickly got down to work. Layla and Bea read her fortune through the tarot cards and crystal ball while Jenna walked off and sat cross legged with her feet on opposing thighs in lotus pose to meditate. That left Felicite' to ensure their concentration. So she got out their way and started to cooking to ply them with food. An army can't march on an empty stomach.

Her stomach churned in dread. She wished she could be of help but that would require holding the stolen object in her hand to find the real thief. Felicite' would have to find it first to find the answers. Who stole it? And why frame her for it?

Felicite' wasn't deluded. All black people don't look alike but whoever was caught on video must've been her doppelganger. She was an only child so there was no way she had a twin. An evil one too.

"Okay," she said almost an hour later as she plated four plates of chicken parmesan made with chicken tenders and fusilli pasta with spinach and asiago cheese. "So what did you see? What's our next step."

Layla and Jenna avoided her eyes and gave each other furtive looks across their food then glanced at Bea. Bea, the only person with a shit eating grin on her face.

Taking their cue, she straightened her spine at looked at Bea. Whatever she had to say she could take it. Well she'd try if the news was something along the lines of they didn't see anything.

"Don't keep me in suspense. Tell me."

"You sure?" asked Bea. She picked up her fork and stabbed some of the pasta. She took her time chewing then pointed the tines at her. "Sure you can handle it?"

"Whatever it is it I bet I can handle it better than wearing an orange jumpsuit." Bea schooled her outward features from the opposite of panic coursing through her like a flash flood.

Bea nodded. The shit eating grin turning into a smile reminiscent of that cat from Disney's Alice in Wonderland. Making her anxiety turn to anger. She was looking at possibly being turned into someone's bitch and Bea was teasing her. While Layla and Jenna were acting like monks who took a vow of silence.

Felicite smacked her palm on the table welcoming the sting as its sound echoed in the room. Layla and Jenna jumping in their answers gave her a small sense of satisfaction.

"Stop playing around and tell me already."

"If you really want me to..."

"Bea!"

"Okay. Okay. Okay." Bea put down her fork, placed her bands on either side of her plate and dropped her bombshell.

"That detective, the one with the godlike glutes and muscles, is the key."

David?

"Yes," Bea continued as if she heard her question. "You're going to have to stick to him like glue to solve this."

"She's right," added Layla.

"You're going to have to work together with him," said Jenna. "He already believes you're innocent. He'll be your greatest ally."

She'll have to be around David for however long it'd take to solve her case?

Felicite' doubted her ovaries would be able to take it.

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David had popped a Hungry Man dinner in the microwave when his phone started ringing. His pulse jumped as his thoughts immediately went to Felicite' calling her. He didn't he'd hear from her considering how guarded she was with him. But he tried to make it clear to her that he'd do whatever it took to help her.

He dashed to his room and stubbed his toe then cursed all the way to his room. He picked up his phone off the dresser.

Mom calling glared from the screen.

David groaned in disappointment. He swiped to accept the call, sat down on his bed and knowing full well the purpose of the call, pressed his forefinger and thumb on the bridge of his nose.

"Yes mom," he answered. "I already have my bags ready and packed for your birthday weekend bash."

"How did you know what I was going to ask?" she questioned in an innocent voice that didn't fool anyone.

"Mom, the entire state of Virginia have known about your 56th birthday celebration. Or should I say 5oth."

"Now my dear boy," his mother chuckled, "A woman stops lying about her age once she's past her 55th. And it's rude to spout out a woman's age. I didn't raise you to be so rude."

David collapsed on the bed, his head resting on his hand as he laughed softly at his mother's teasing.

"Yes mom." David rolled his eyes and played along. "To what do I owe the pleasure of talking to the most beautiful woman in the world?"

"You're such a charmer. Now cut the bullshit. Will you be bringing a date to my birthday?"

And there it was. David groaned and tried to think of a way to dodge his mother's question. She's been pressing him for years about seeing someone, settling down and giving her grandbabies. It seemed to be getting worse as her 56th birthday approached.

Sweet and luscious curves of Felicite' in his arms sprang into his mind sending the blood flow straight to his cock. He ha to get off the phone and quick. Last thing he wanted was to tie the one woman he wants more than anything with his mother. He'd never get a hard on again.

Besides she was far from being his anything that he can he bring her to meet his mother. But god he hoped he can make that true soon.

"And don't lie to me," she continued. "I gave birth to you. So as your mother, and you my son, I know you like the back of my hand. You've had a silly look on your face the past few weeks. A smile a woman put there. I'm a woman. I should know."

Damn. David sat up and dragged his hands through his hair.

"Ah mom" said David, going for honesty. His mother can be a pitbull. Might as well give her a truth or two to gnaw on. "My feelings for this woman is fairly new." More like he finally realized he'd been half in love with ever since they were young. "And she's kinda has me at arm's length right now so I'm going to need more than twenty-four hours before I can introduce you."

"Oh David," replied in an exasperated sigh. He can imagine her shaking her head in disappointment as she made herself her favorite earl grey tea. "If I have to wait that long I'll probably already be in my grave. Just tie her to your bed, have your way with her and plant some buns in her oven."

"Mom!"

"What?"

"I'm a cop."

"So. I don't see the problem."

"What you're suggesting is kidnapping. A crime. I'd have to arrest myself."

"Oh please stop exaggerating. I said no such thing about kidnapping. Of course you'll get her permission first. Besides what woman can resist you. After all you're a handsome boy and half of your genes came from two good looking parents."

Oh god. He knew where this was going. "Listen mom, I gotta go-"

"Just give her that infamous Johnson smile. That's how your father caught me. One smile and I was already pregnant with you. And boy did your father know how to-"

"Sorry. Someone at the door. See you tomorrow. Bye."

David hanged up, thankfully before the images of his mother and father doing the nasty burned inside his brain, and set his phone on mute.

His parents were the two most loving couple he'd ever met. Thirty years of marriage still couldn't cool their passion. And he'd witnessed enough make out sessions he almost needed therapy. But one thing he did learn was that he wanted a relationship just like theirs one day.

He threw the phone back on the dresser, walked out his room and back into the kitchen. He set the timer then pressed start on the microwave. Minutes later he was sitting in his leather recliner in front of his 60 inch flat screen TV with a plate of nuked fried chicken with home styled mash potatoes and sweet corn and a chocolate brownie on his lap and a bottle of Guinness in his cup holder.

After unhooking his home phone on the end table, he stretched out his legs on the coffee table crossing his legs at the ankle. He picked up the remote and went to Amazon videos to stream Clueless from his watchlist. There was no way in hell he'll let anyone at the precinct know about this. But his older sister unfortunately got him hooked on the movie when she hogged the DVD player. It was her favorite movie and Lily didn't like watching movies alone so usually forced him and her younger brother to watch with her. They were only nine and six at the time. Big sis was already a force to be reckoned with at eleven years old. So it was either watch Clueless with her or suffer something worse. The something worse was in no way better than watching a romcom about a bunch of rich girls. At least they were hot to look at. Especially Stacey Dash.

Watching it now, as he already knew the movie by heart, David mindlessly watched the movie hoping it'll purge the conversation he just had with his mother. And it did.

"You know you're gorgeous right?"

A younger, teenaged David and Felicite' were sitting on the stairs in his parents house. She looked forlorn and close to her tears and he couldn't bear it.

"If that was true how come you never spoken to me?"

Teen David smiled sheepishly and shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know. Because I'm a stupid guy. And you're a bit intimidating."

Felicite' snorted and rolled her eyes. It both floored him because how cute she looked doing it. And made it him upset how she didn't realize how special she was.

He reached out and grabbed her hands. "It's true. You walk around school as if you don't care about fitting in with any of the cliques or their rules. You walk around as if you're everyone's equal. You're brave, kind and beautiful. Half the guys in the school want you and you don't noticed them at all."

While he was talking he hadn't noticed that he was pulling her soft body into his arms. His hands caressed her back, relishing finally having her in his arms, right where she was supposed to be. He'd found paradise and it was her, pliant and against him, her full mouth primed and parted for his.

David woke up to the rolling credits and cursed. He'd been dreaming the scene where Paul Rudd was comforting Alicia Silverstone on the stairs. And his mind supplanted the actors with his and Felicite''s teenage selves.

The hairs on the back of his neck was standing up. He shut off the television and slowly circled the room. He'd wished that he had his holster close by. He didn't think anyone was in the room but searched regardless. He found nothing.

Shaking his head David chalked it up to his mind playing tricks on him. Just like his dream. It was silly to think someone was in the room watching him as it was futile to dream about what he'd wished he'd done while they were in high school together.

He cleaned up and double checked the alarm was on and all the windows were locked. He tried to get the dream out of his head but his overactive mind kept picking up where the dream left off.

That's how he found himself in his shower with the cold water on full blast which didn't do a damn thing to softening his cock. He was hard as granite. And to hell with trying. Giving up David turned on the hot water. He grabbed his hardened length and started stroking it. From up his shaft to the tip and back again to the base. Giving both ends a firm squeeze each time.

He imagined Felicite' letting her guard down and opening up to him. The kiss started gentle. Her lips, full and soft like pillows melded to his own eagerly following his growing passion. His mouth slanted as his tongue darted out discover every inch of the caverh of her sweet, sweet mouth. He pressed harder. Plunged deeper. Thrusted faster, their tongues dangling with each other as the fire consumed them.

He stroked his cock the same way his tongue fucked her mouth. As he wanted to fuck her her sweet pussy next. Soon the Felicite' in his mind had shed her clothes baring her full round breasts, flat stomach and thick thighs spread open to most beautiful pair of lips he'd ever seen on a woman. She offered herself to him as if she was on a platter. And he planned to fill himself with every decadent morsel, ensuring she would enjoy the meal, just as much and as many more times as he would.

His left hand smacked the shower wall as hips bucked in his hand. He was going to come but not yet. He'd yet to taste her ripe, dark berry nipples. Licked the juices dripping out of her onto her thighs. Slid his big cock into her tight pussy and feel her walls tremble as she took him all the way her in until his balls hit her ass. Her beautiful, full round her ass. He had to get in there too.

He made her legs spread wider and looked down as he imagined what it'd look like as he slid into her. She was tight but she was so wet she was taking him easily. His release ripped through and he was coming in his hand. Semen splattered onto the tiled wall until there was nothing left.

Dazed and lightheaded, he soaped himself up and got under the covers naked. He never had such a mind blowing masturbation. He'd heard of mind blowing sex. But never that. What he just experienced in the shower.

It made him want to find out how explosive they can be together in reality. He had to know. He had to know what it'll be like to kiss her. Taste her. Fuck and make love to her. He wanted to know what it'd be to love and take care of her. Come home to her. Go to bed at night with her wrapped up in his arms and wake up to her the same way.

And god did he want to fuck her. And he would. No matter how many restless nights he had to go through until she was finally his.

Luckily luck was on his side.