*Warning, bottom half  contains mature content

Belinda

My head pounded as the light seeped through my window. "Ugh," I groan as I sit up from my bed and look for some hangover medicine. I always kept a few pills in my drawers, knowing most mornings I would need them after the late night outs. The good thing, after a pill and some water, I was good as new. Perks of being young and beautiful. Never having to buy drinks and never having to worry about overdoing it.

However, this morning was different. For starters, there was someone in my bed. No one gets to sleep in my bed beside me. Instead of being nice and shaking him awake. I put my feet on his stomach and shove him off the bed.

"Belinda, what the hell?" the guy roars from the ground. So he knew my name? Interesting.

He finally stands up and the duvet that was once wrapped around him falls to the floor. I look at the 35-year-old man and sigh in relief. He wasn't a poor decision I made last night. The poor decision I made last night was to let him sleep here. I look over him with a grimace. He wasn't ugly, not at all. He was still fit with a toned upper body and defined muscles in his stomach. He had light brown eyes and black hair. I knew he died, seeing as he was graying with all the stress of being a doctor. My eyes roam down to his boner. I look away because- whoa- I did not need to see that this early in the morning. Mainly because he wasn't supposed to be here. I stand up, just noticing I am fully dressed in the same attire from the memorial service.

I remember hitting the bar, Rusty's, after the memorial service and knocking some drinks back, but that didn't explain how he got here.

I can see Tom chuckle at me as he gets back on the bed. I glare at him. I wasn't too happy he found this funny nor was I too thrilled he was still here. With every passing second, I risked getting caught and he did too.

"You called me last night and said I needed you," he explains, the slime never wiping from his face. "The great Belinda Lee was admitting she needed me. Well-" he paused for dramatic effect with a twinkle in his eye, a hand on his chest, and a white grin he added, "I couldn't pass up the opportunity to be here."

I narrow my eyes at him and ask, "did we fuck?"

He shakes his head and admits, "We just slept. Like an actual couple." I can't help but run a hand over my face because Fuck, that makes this worse. Tom outstretches a hand and pulls me to sit on the bed again. He places one hand over my arm and starts rubbing it while looking into my eyes. I stared at him wide-eyed because I was at a loss between kicking him out and wanting to yell at myself for being so reckless. How much did I allow myself to drink last night?

"When I got your call, you sounded plastered and when I got there, you were half passed out on the table, mumbling something about a bitch being back and giggling to yourself in a humorless laugh." He stops his hand movement and looks at me. For a moment, I feel as if the room has gotten colder and he can see right through me. "Are you okay Belinda? You had me worried."

I bite my lip and nod my head with my mouth still gaped open as I process his words. I don't remember much but the hazy memories add up. However, that still didn't explain how he got here.

"How?"

He chuckles and wraps me closer to him. "It's okay sweetheart, I got you. I told them it was an emergency and rushed to be by your side. I'm the one who took you home and stayed with you because no one else was home. I couldn't have you throwing up and choking on it, could I?" he asks with a raised eyebrow.

Suddenly the door slams and I can hear the heavy footsteps. I stand up abruptly with wide eyes to look at Tom and place a single finger on my lips, telling him to shush. How was I going to get out of this one? I think as I pull at my hair.

"Belinda, you home?" His voice sounds through the house. He always had a deep and commanding voice that always managed to send shivers through my whole body in fear. I frantically look around, trying to think of a way to sneak Tom out of the house without being noticed before he bursts through the doors. I was on the 2nd floor, I'm not sure if he would make the fall to the ground. "I brought breakfast. Your favorite- chocolate pancakes."

Chocolate pancakes are my favorite, I pout before I glare at Tom again. If he hadn't stayed the night, I wouldn't be stressing out and enjoying my pancakes. Ugh, men.

"I'll be down in a minute."

Well, Tom was just going to have to try. I kneel on the bed and get really close to him. I whisper, "This is the plan. You're going to climb down through the window."

He gives me an incredulous look, "Belinda- that's a 2 story drop."

"You'll be fine," I shrug, indifferent if he wasn't. He wasn't my favorite person right now.

"I'm 35, I'm afraid I'll break something."

I shrug again and sarcastically say, "fine. Do you want to go downstairs with me and explain to my father that you, a 35-year-old man, is defiling his 21-year-old daughter?" I can see he wants to speak but I'm on a roll now. "That when you're in the hospital for more injuries than a limp leg, he can go through your record and call your wife to explain what happened?" I'm staring at him with beady eyes and watching as his face falls. Moments ago he thought everything was a joke and now he understood the seriousness of the situation because if heads were going to roll, mine wasn't going to be the only one. Without another word, he nods and starts walking toward the window as I make my way downstairs with a wide smile.

My dad is yawning as he sips on his coffee and I take a seat on the island to look at the pancakes. "Hi pumpkin," he tells me and comes to kiss my forehead. I sat away from the big window knowing he would come to kiss my head like he does every morning after his night shifts, making sure Tom would be able to leave undetected even from this detective.

"How was the night shift?" I look up and ask him.

He narrows his eyes at me and with a warning tone says my name, "Belinda-"

"Yes, daddy?" I say with fluttering eyelashes and a wide smile.

"Are you hiding a boy upstairs?"

I widened my eyes at his accusation. "What? No," I tell him firmly. He still stares at me and points his finger up and down at my outfit. Shit. I probably looked like how I felt, which was like shit. Not to mention, I still hadn't changed my clothes. I huff as I decide to spill the truth, "I went to the bar and drank a little too much," I see his face go stern and quickly add "I didn't drive. A friend dropped me off and left." Okay, so it was the partial truth.

His face still holds his stern demeanor sometimes, it was hard to tell when he was in cop mode and when he was in dad mode. His hair was cut into a small buzz cut but still showed his light brown with streaks of gray, which he never had time to dye on his own. His face looked worn out and tired but always held the confidence to command any room, with wrinkles around his forehead and eyes. His eyes? They always held a sadness to them that I knew would never leave.

"I don't like you drinking too much," he finally says after a moment of silence and then sighs, "but I'm glad you were responsible for getting a ride home."

I give him a smile and muster up the best puppy dog eyes I can as I ask, "Dad, can I go with you to the station?"

Once again he narrows his eyes at me. "What for?"

"I want to speak with Wes," I tell him.

"It's Officer Ashton," he corrected me and sighed again in defeat, knowing I would annoy him until he agreed. "Be ready in 15."

...

Driving to the station, I couldn't help but roll down the window and extend my hand outside. I was wearing a pink sundress with a gray sweater over it, that fit a bit too big, but allowed it to sway with the wind. The weather wasn't hot but it wasn't chilly. It was the perfect blend of fall.

"Belinda," my dad calls, making my attention drift from the falling leaves to him with a daze at being pulled away from the scenery.

"Yes?"

"Don't take up too much of his time and-" he pauses but I notice the flex of his hand as he grips the steering wheel, "I don't want you anywhere near that girl Belinda."

My eyes widened slightly, but I wasn't surprised. "You knew?"

"I knew the moment she stepped into town," he says, his dark gauze flickering towards me.

I give him a faltering smile as I try to brush it off. "I'm not going anywhere near her, dad."

"I'm serious Belinda," he says in a stricter tone. His eyes flickered to my worried expression and sighed. "I was the one who found Gracy, Belinda. I don't want you to end up the same way. That girl has death circling her."

It's my time to sigh as I say, "Dad, I know all this." And I did. I knew he had been the one that found her, her body floating facedown on the lake. He was even the one who had to break the news to us and held us back as we cried, trying to get a closer look at her. I remember how much Ms. Hall had cried when he told her at the police station. She must have sat in those uncomfortable metal seats for hours until eventually, her shoulders sagged in defeat and they took her to see her daughter. There was no doubt it had been Gracy, her lifeless body floating around the river was a sight to see. The evidence was found just as quickly, but you could tell Brianna had tried so hard to cover her tracks, it was too bad for her, my dad had been a detective longer than we had been alive.

When we reach the police station I quickly bolt to find Wes before my dad gives me another lecture. I ran to his office and opened the door. I had texted him earlier that I was swinging by and to get his hands on the police file from all those years ago.

As soon as I walk through the doors, my body is pushed against the door as he plants a hungry kiss on me. I pat his buff chest before he gets too carried away and he leans away, revealing his baby blue eyes. He gives me his dazzling smile that I can't help but return.

"What if it had been my dad, dumbass?" I push past him to get to the desk.

"I saw your figure through this little window," he points to the blurry window on the door, "
"Smartass."

I give him a quick grin and a roll of my eyes before plopping down on his chair. He comes to stand in front of me and I raise an eyebrow at him. What was he still doing standing? Clearly, not taking the hint, I open my legs and smile sweetly at him as he inhales a sharp breath. I point a finger down and he follows along, getting down on his knees. I put my hand on his face. "I like seeing you like this," I tell him, watching as he crawls under his desk. "Did you lock the door?"

"Yes," he tells me.

I narrow my eyes on him. "Wes-" I am about to reprimand him but I feel his hand already on my center as he starts rubbing small circles. Oh.

"Lee," he addresses me by my last name as I mumble my response. "Why the case files? I knew you were kinky but not that kind." I glare at him as he laughs at me. His fingers have been replaced by his thumb as one of his fingers has penetrated me. I start flipping through the case files I had seen a million times, as he works his magic, as if I was going to see something new. "Did you go home with that old dude?"

I stop for a moment and look down at him. I didn't know he had been at the bar last night. "He's one of my boyfriends," I tell him sternly.

"If he's one of them, then what am I?"

I gasp as he sticks another finger into me, clearly enjoying the torture as I try to form words to respond. I take a deep breath as I try to adjust to the new sensation and speak. "Good at giving cunnilingus."

He lets out another deep laugh as he says, "Such big words when you can just say giving head."

"We'll clearly you're doing it wrong because your mouth is still moving," I tell him. That was my mistake because he scooted the chair even closer to the desk. My stomach is pressed right against the rim as the door opens.

"Pumpin," my dad says and my eyes widen, hiding a small squeak as Wes has put his mouth to use in another form instead of talking to me.

"Daddy," I say and close the case file that was sprawled open on the desk. The word itself seems to boost Wes' as I can feel his tongue start lapping me with more vigor. I want to moan out but it's taking my whole willpower not to.

My dad eyes me suspiciously before asking, "what are you doing and where is Officer Ashton?"

I can feel a finger go into me again and find myself curling my toes and trying to push Wes off with my legs as I try to gain some self-control. I manage to move him slightly but that's all I need as I quickly say, "Don't be mad but I texted him to meet me at the cafeteria and broke into his office to look at the case file."

My dad gives me a stern look as Wes has managed to evade my feet and now holds my legs spread open. His mouth worked me up and down, I didn't know how much longer I would be able to hold on.

"Mr. Lee?" I hear someone call from outside and sigh in relief as my dad gives me one last pointed stare and walks out to meet the owner of the voice.

"Fuck," I moan as my hands instinctively go to push Wes deeper into me. His unshaven beard was adding to the sensation and I can't help convulsing right there. Once I am able to finally scoot the chair back and regain my composure I smack his head. "You said you locked the door."

He shrugs, "I thought I had." I can see him wipe his mouth and stand up. He gives me a devilish grin as he asks, "why don't you ever call me daddy?"

I give him an unimpressed look and stand up. "Give me a ride?" I say. I can feel him push me against the desk again. My back to his front as he leans close to my ear.

"I will," he whispers.

"Not like that asshole," I say and push him away. "I need you to drop me off somewhere."

Wes leaves me to the right of the house and I watch the familiar figures of my ex-best friends standing on their respectable sides as well.

I had come to face the devil, but so had they. 

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Very long chapter, which is crazy because I didn't even know what to write for her and assumed it was going to be short af. 

Anyway, now we have seen some of the things this story deals with, so you can tell me. Was my warning too dramatic or right on point? 

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