𝐏𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞

8. Dodging kicks and inappropriate thoughts

Kai Parker

My eyes fluttered open to the sound of peculiar snores that resembled a teapot about to explode. I propped myself up on my elbows. There was the snobby detective sprawled on the couch and the floor like a human pretzel. Her upper body rested comfortably on the couch while her legs and hands dangled down, making her look like a confused chicken. I couldn't help but smile at the absurdity of it all. I walked over to the couch, taking in Camille's athletic figure. She was a fearless rookie, outshining even her senior colleagues in physical fitness. Lorenzo's file had revealed her impressive defense training, where she learned to handle guns and tools like a pro. The file even mentioned that she could outdo any man. I had to admit; she was pretty damn impressive. But her snobby attitude, constant talking back, and overall bitchy behavior made her extremely unattractive and intolerable. It would pain me to admit it to her face; she was also quite easy on the eyes. Okay, fine, breathtaking. As I tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, I couldn't help but notice her long eyelashes, high cheekbones, and those full, pouty lips. I was momentarily mesmerized. But then I remembered how she had pushed all my buttons last night. Lucky for her, she is of some value to Brandon, or I wouldn't have hesitated to drive a bullet in her snarky mouth. Sometimes she made me want to strangle her to death, and other times she made me think. . . inappropriate thoughts. Shaking my head to clear those thoughts, I decided to shower and change into my trusty black three-piece suit. I carefully styled my hair, ensuring every strand was in place, and put on my favorite watch. Before slipping on my shoes, I decided to wake up Sleeping Beauty.

"Wake up," I commanded, nudging her dangling leg with my toes. To my surprise, she didn't budge an inch.

"Camille!" I yelled in her ear, expecting her to jump up with a start. Instead, she scrunched her eyes shut and rolled over, completely ignoring me. Fine, if that's how you wanna play. I shook her shoulders and called her name again, but she swatted my hands away. The audacity of this little scamp! Being the mature person that I am, I slapped her hand back. I tried tickling her, and that's when disaster struck. As soon as my fingers grazed her ticklish spot, her leg flew in my direction. Luckily, I managed to dodge it in time.

Okay, calm the fuck down. She wouldn't kick like that if she were in her right mind. Or would she? Oh, who am I kidding? She most definitely would!

"Camille! Wake the hell up right now, or I swear I'll toss you off the balcony!" I threatened, my frustration reaching its peak. But she remained motionless, as good as dead. That did it. I grabbed her by the leg and yanked her down onto the floor. She landed with a thud, and finally, a groan escaped her lips. Okay, maybe I used a tad too much force.

"Ughh- Whoever is trying to mess with me, I am going to kill you, you son of a bitch! I'll chop your dick off, dice it and feed it to you! If you pin me again, I'll make sure you rot in hell, you whoreson!" she slurred, her eyes still closed. She continued cursing for a while as I stood there, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape. Detective had an impressively filthy mouth. Eventually, her curses turned into sweet snores, and once again, she fell back asleep, this time on the damn floor. She was definitely not a morning person. I had never encountered such stubbornness in my life. Running a hand through my hair in exasperation, I made my way to the balcony.

"This girl is going to be the death of me," I muttered, taking a deep breath of the fresh morning air to calm myself. My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I answered the call with a hint of aggression.

"What?" I snapped.

"I was gonna ask if you'd grace us with your presence at breakfast, but now I gotta know, who bit your ass so early in the morning?" Enzo's voice crackled through the line.