Miami, Florida. I wouldn't have guessed I'd be back here in this godforsaken city of all places in the world. At least one good commodities in Miami to offer are the clubs and south beach. I preferably love to think back on all those years I spent getting wasted on cheap spirits before I decided I wanted something more in life than just partying every second weekend. " Good to back home. Though I don't understand dad's intentions. pretty vague to his specifications." I say checking the side-view mirror, an old model Royal blue Porsche nine eleven parked on a curve outside the station caught my eyes.

" Nice. But not that impressive."

I shrug on my grey sweater, locking the doors to my McLaren six seven five Lt. I bought it out straight from the store, using hard earn money I saved for. I never relied on no one to buy me things, not even dad 'loaning' out his own pay-check.

" I got to find dad. Hopefully he's in the office. I don't wanna have him showing me around, I'm getting embarrassed already just thinking of it." It's a bad habit. I speak my thoughts out loud, not thinking who will be listening, which follows followed me from childhood. I did not need guidance when it came to the precinct I have literally had my childhood in.

Walking up those steps leading up to the front entrance, memories came in waves. Air-conditioning hits full force giving sweet relief just being in the Miami heat.

No matter what season, month, it is. Florida finds a reason to be humid. Warm.

Officers out, and in, of uniform congest inside the buildings reception hall shoving detained suspects in cuffs to interrogation rooms while I walk where the sign in clipboard is. For on-duty officers. Taking in the hour hand on my wrist watch clock digital numbers show twelve in the afternoon. Right on lunch time. I had an early morning breakfast, which had digested, I could go for food from little Havana right now.

" hey, there, sweetheart. What is the name they call you, baby. Is it My girl? 'Cause I can be your man. Just say the word, baby girl." Came a euphonious; melodic voice of a man, to my left. 'Is he for real? Right now?' Glasses resting on the bridge to my nose I raise a threaded eyebrow. I hated admitting this, but he is quite handsome and not a sore sight in my eyes. He has rich brown skin which shines to variance with his tight midnight grey body shaping shirt. An egotistical, prideful grin stretched on his cheeks.

" You can look all you want. This is all yours. For the price of your number, sweetheart. Come on, before the offer expires."

And there it was. Immediately no.

" What is your name, Honey. I need to know yours if we are going to do this. I will start first, Alessia. " What is wrong with wanting to have a little fun. His shit-eating grins widens. I internally roll my eyes, when he puts an arm around my shoulders. 'Dammit. He smells real good. Why did he have to.'

" Mikes the name, baby. We can get to the last name bases when you are mine." I force out a light giggle, and I do the standardised move of placing his arm behind his back. Hand on his bicep. " Fore-play? Already? Shit. I ain't 'planin I have the hand cuffs all ready for you. I can give 'em. Just say the word."

I tug Mikes head to my height. Bringing my lips up where his ear is. If it wasn't for my platform boots, I wore today, it would be a complete struggle to reach his ear. " Has that ever, you can be honest here mike, worked out for you? Just randomly deciding to stroll up to a girl and ask for number as if there is no other choice? Nice try. A for effort, though, I will give you credit for that." I release Mike out of my hold, he massages his wrist. I flash him a smile before waltzing over where the elevators are. Sensing his eyes lingering on my ass and I scoff mentally.

'Why is it I always attract the arrogant men?.'

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Mike's P.O.V

' Oh. Yeah. That is a Woman right there. Damn she sure as shit handled my ass.' All of these ladies I've met and never, ever, has one of those women man-handled my ass like she did just right now. " I think I am in love, man." I said to Marcus, his ass was moaning and being a bitch about feeling nauseous. I don't even drive that reckless. His old ass was exaggerate.

" Mike, man, you seriously just walked your old ass up to that young lady? Over there? Do you even know who she is?"

I see plenty of fine girls in the office but not her. I shrug. " I don't for real take the time to memorise new recruits unless they're fine ass catches my 'tention. You know, Marcus. And she sure as shit has a fine as fuck as.. what the fuck is that look." I said, he was staring incredulously, as though what I am thinking and saying is mind boggling. " That's Howard's kid, Mike. Man your stupid ass flirted with the caps daughter." Conrad has another daughter? What the actual fuck. I don't recall those times I have had seen Cap's office and there were any portraits on his display wall. Marcus barks out a cackle.

" Mike. You.. you should have seen your face, man, when i said Alessia was his kid. It was like Oh Shit I flirted with the boss's kid. Now that I think 'bout it. Mike, why are you hollerin' at a girl that's basically Reggie's age? Don't you think and find that weird, man?" I grunt, wanting his dumb ass to shut the fuck up. He was enjoying my embarrassment too much for my liking. 'Not my fault Capt didn't say shit bout having another kid. Actually now I think of it Alessia did share similarities to the Captain. Basically a womanised version of him. Oh fuck I am royally screwed if Capt finds out.'

" just shut the fuck up, Marcus. Let's go."

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JASMINE SPEAKS;

Thank you for showing your interest in Wildest dreams. That means so much to me, as I was honestly quite uncertain if I would get the same results in votes and attention I would for other fandoms.

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