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Jeanine sat there and nursed her one glass of whiskey while Daniel had four more. She got him talking about anything and everything, his job, his money, and upcoming events. Anything to keep the conversation flowing They talked about everything except Cassidy, she knew better than to say anything so Daniel wouldn't lock up. They talked until he was slurring his words, laughing excessively, and talking loudly. He was drunk.She excused herself and refreshed her scent with the black opium perfume she had in her purse and entered back into the room.Daniel was immediately hit with the sweet scent of her perfume as she entered his man cave.“Cassidy?” he called out staggering to meet her at the door.Before she could say anything, he embraced her in a tight hug, smoothing her hair.“I've missed you so much.” he cried, tightening her in his embrace.Jeanine rolled her eyes and tolerated the tight hug, hiding her discomfort.“Let's get you bed, my love,” she said holding him upright.She
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It'd been a few days since Jeanine got what she wanted from Manuel and although she said she would help, how was she going to help?Cassidy's husband, Daniel, didn't exactly like Jeanine and she knew but she didn't care. He was cold to her, she didn't understand, and she was always baffled by his chill towards her.Jeanine had gone over to his house a few days after the news of Cassidy's murder was out, but the housekeeper told her Daniel wasn't in the state to receive visitors, so she left.She was always going to warm her way into Daniel's life, but now that his wife was dead, she saw a perfect opportunity to try her luck again.Jeanine did not care whether Manuel asked her to or not, she was sure was going to get Daniel anyway she could.The truth of the matter was Jeanine always wanted the best for herself, she wanted to have the best shoes, the best outfit, and the best makeup in the room, she always wanted the be prettiest and best at everything. Her aim was high.She had the b
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Jill's POV It'd been two days since someone was in my home, and the preparator left a gift behind; a box.I looked at the brown box that I found in my kitchen on the table. I hadn't opened it yet, I didn't touch it.It just sat there gathering dust.After I heard a noise that night I checked around I didn't see anyone. So I installed a security system in my house with cameras and all.Not even a fly would come in without my knowledge, I was paranoid.I hadn't gone to work since the incident occurred, I felt a sense of dread like something bad was going happen to me.If I was sleeping when the person came in, I wonder what would have happened to me.Would it have been a repeat of the last time?Pushing the crippling thought from my head I got ready for work. I'd take enough time off I needed to be a big girl. I got into the shower and allowed the hot water to flow down my skin calming my nerves.Putting on a black pantsuit, I applied minimal makeup and paired my outfit with my black
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Manuel's POV It was at that moment that I knew I'd fuck up, as soon as I came I knew it was a mistake.Talk about post-nut clarity.Jill was right.The chances are Jeanine might not even help me, she just wanted me to fuck her, I went with it. I couldn't even hold my own.This business was all I knew, but it wasn't my only means of survival anymore. As soon as this trial was done I'd leave this life behind, I don't know what will happen if I don't get a not guilty verdict, I didn't want to think of that now.After I was done, I left her house I didn't want to be there much longer. I told her to get back to me after she'd done what I asked and I went home.I now felt bitter about this whole thing, I showered, ate, and looked at my laptop trying to remember anything from that day, but nothing came to mind.I went through her pictures on Instagram and wave a of nostalgia hit me, I did miss this woman and I knew, I was in love me her but nobody could ever know that.It's okay they assume
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Manuel's POVI walked up to the familiar doorstep and softly knocked, there was no answer. Twisting the doorknob gently, the door opened. I stepped through the door, into the foyer, and made my way to the living room.“Why was the door open?” I whispered I saw her lounging on the sofa, watching a movie. She seemed to sense my presence, pausing the movie she glanced back.Her lips curled into a cunning smile, she got to her feet and strutted towards me.She was wearing black leggings and a red tank top. Her breast strained against the tight red fabric, leaving little to the imagination.“Manuel, it's so good to see you” she purred, kissing my cheek. “You know why I'm here Jeannie, cut the bullshit,” I spoke, my tone tinged with annoyance.She stepped back and glared at me.“If you're not going to be nice, get the fuck out,” she said, annoyed and pointed towards the door.“ I'm sorry, please don't throw me out just yet, hear me out ” I pleaded.As much as I hated this woman, she was
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It's been two weeks since I left Manuel standing at the door of my office and he'd been calling me every day since then.All of his text messages went unanswered, and his calls were unreturned, but that didn't stop him. He still called every day. This was a power play on my end and he was beginning to realize but I didn't care. It was too late in the game to change lawyers. The trial was in a few weeks.After my little tantrum at the police station, the cops were finally doing what they were supposed to do; their job. And the investigation was a fruitful one indeed.A few days ago Sanders called me and offered me a plea and I knew I had him hook, line, and sinker. I was making him sweat, and that was what I wanted.I hadn't opened the folder Rambo gave me the other day, I've been so busy and occupied with the other cases. Jury selection was in a few hours for Manuel's case. I needed jurors that would be able to relate to Manuel's case.Not the murder case, but the discrimination one
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It was exactly 10am on the dot when Rambo walked into the café. Punctual as always. That was one thing I liked about him.Rambo had been my PI for as long as I could remember, he was very resourceful. Rambo didn't look like your normal private investigator, he looked like a normal school dad who coached his son's baseball team but in reality, he was ex-Navy.A friend referred him to me after a certain incident I don't like remembering. And ever since then, he's been my go-to guy anytime I need dirt on someone. His loyalty came with a hefty price but I could afford it.“Jill” he greeted, taking a seat opposite me.The waitress in the cafe came to our table and took our orders.“So what do you have for me,” I asked, taking a sip of my coffee.Rambo brought out a brown manilla envelope and placed it on the table and slid it to me.“I couldn't find anything on the husband but every other thing about the dead lady is in there” he answered.“Okay, I can work with that. I have another assig
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Jill's POV I stormed out of his house slamming the door shut. I didn't even make it to my car before the tears started to roll down my face. After I got into my car, a gut-wrenching howl escaped my lips as I cried against the steering wheel of my red Range Rover. Thank goodness for tinted windows, It wasn't like Manuel was wrong, but he was in no place to say those things to me. I was also a person with feelings and I should also be treated with respect. Why would I even be jealous of the people he was sleeping with, he was sleeping with them for money nothing else. He was a male prostitute, for goodness sake. Yes, I hadn't had sex in a while but that was the least of my worries, there's more to life than sex, like my career, which I had spent my whole life building. What pissed me off was that, Manuel had a choice. He had a lot of choices, but he chose to sleep with people in exchange for something. I know I have no right to judge, it's his life, not mine, I also didn't
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“ It's you,” I said, surprised to see Jill standing at my front door. “Yes it's me,” she replied, switching her Birkin B25 from hand to hand. She was wearing the same outfit from earlier. I knew what type of bag it was because Cassidy had the same bag. “This might sound cliche, but I was just thinking about you,” I spoke. She went poker-faced before she opened her mouth. “Are you just going to keep me standing at the door or invite me in?” she asked. “I'm sorry about that come in,” I opened the door wider for her to enter. She took a look around before her eyes settled on the bar stool and she approached the kitchen and took a seat. I don't know if it'd be rude to ask her what she was doing here, how did she even know where I lived? I found her house address in a day, maybe she did the same. I closed the door and followed her to the kitchen. There was an awkward silence for a few minutes before I spoke. “Would you like a drink or a glass of water?” I asked. “ A glass of w
