Caught: In A Case by C.M. Steele
Chapter 1
I couldn’t believe this was happening to me. I’m Jackson Blake. A grown man who had never needed a woman for more than one thing. But what the hell was I doing? I’ll tell you. I was sitting here on a Monday morning waiting for her when I should be in my office working on my next big case. I was sitting here like some pedophile stalking the hottest female I’d ever seen. This had to be some Twilight Zone shit. No, I wasn’t talking about that Twilight twinkly vampire shit my sister, Zoey, watched. I was talking about surreal behavior, the world upside down and inside out.
I remembered her outfit from Friday. It was very causal, jeans, tee shirt and a pair gym shoes. I thought she was fucking hot then, but today, today she had that shit beat. She was wearing a dress that two sizes too small for my liking. The dress she had on now barely goes to just above her knees. Her breasts were showing too much cleavage for me. Well not for me, but for all these young, horny shits that were looking at my girl. I was going to have to act now, my time of waiting for her was over. I’m not a patient man, and since I saw her on Friday, that was three days too many for me.
I’d only been living permanently in this city for three months, but I’d been busy setting up this branch of Blake, Thompson, and James, LLC for over six months. I hadn’t had time to check out the ladies, let alone find one for the night. I wasn’t big on relationships. Didn’t think I had that gene in me. My mom always said that it was only a matter of time before I found a woman that I couldn’t live without. No woman’s pussy was that good that I couldn’t do without her. The hell with that. I hardly took a chick to their bed more than once. These hoes wanted the money and the gifts. Hell, my boy was getting tired of give-away pussy. The last chick I tried to fuck I couldn’t get up with, so I texted James and had him call me to say I had an emergency with a client, then sent her ass packing.
I laughed at my mom’s warnings so many times. “It was never going to happen to me,” I said to her every time. The “gave a fuck” gene missed me, or so I thought. Now Little Miss “I barely hit puberty” walked into my life, and I couldn’t even function.
I had a big case that should have been my priority, but I couldn’t look at the documents for more than five minutes without having my bombshell on my mind. I had to know more about her. My world changed on Friday afternoon. I had a late lunch with a client of mine who was up on a murder charge. It was a difficult case. The victim’s car had been found on a dirt road with his blood in it, and my client’s phone records showed it had pinged off a cell tower near the abandoned car. The odds were definitely not in our favor. Hell, I wasn’t sure of her guilt myself, but I needed to boost our name in this region, plus my gut was telling me she didn’t off her husband.
As I walked my client to her waiting car, she walked out of the high school across the street. Our eyes met briefly as she watched us continue our discussion. When she turned to get in the car, my woman looked pissed and disappointed. It didn’t dawn on me until after I had lost sight of her, in the crowd of kids that rushed out of the building, that she may have assumed I had a relationship with this woman. I would have to fix it today. If I had not been struck dumb by her beauty, I would have at least found out her name.
Today she was walking with a handsome jock who wanted his arm broken. Obviously, he didn’t get the memo that she belonged to me. Hell, I don’t even know her name, but it must have been some psychic shit because I silently begged her to turn around, and she did. Wow, my beauty was sexy when she was pissed. She spoke to the jackass, and he walked away. I guess it was time for me to make my move. I was planning to have one of my guys find out everything about her, so that when I picked her up from school I would charm her panties off.
She marched toward me with anger radiating off her little five foot six frame.
“What the hell is your problem? Why the hell are you following me? There is nothing left to tell, so leave me the hell alone and get back to your she-devil,” Blondie told me. This was going to be fun. She turned to walk away when I grabbed her wrist to stop her from leaving.
“Buttercup, calm down, right now. First, little girl, the only time I want to hear any of that vulgarity out of your mouth is when you are riding my cock, and you can’t control that dirty mouth of yours.” That had her blushing and might I add, really pissed.
“I don’t do sloppy seconds, especially with someone who would fuck my stepmother. So let go of my arm and stay the hell away from me.” Who the hell was her stepmother? I hoped to high hell I didn’t sleep with her because that would fuck up all my plans for my future wife.
“I told you about that mouth already, and I don’t want to ever hear of you with another guy, damn it. For the record, I don’t know who your stepmother is. As a matter of fact, I don’t even know your name.” She looked so fucking sexy in that dress. I wondered if she wore that to see the fucktard, or maybe, perhaps, she had done it on the off chance of seeing me. Hell…a guy could hope.
“It’s Elizabeth Homan, as in the daughter of Jacob Homan and stepdaughter of Laney Homan.” Before I got to say anything further, she walked away and into her crowd of high school little shits. Wow, damn, I should have read the case file better. It was no wonder she was looking at me like I was the devil. I was representing the woman charged with killing her father. Fuck!
