“Or if he hates someone stupid?” she offers with a brow raised.
“Get out of my office. Don’t make me subpoena your phone records to verify that you haven’t been talking to him.”
“Fine, we spoke last night!”
“You talked to Tristan last night? Why? I told you to stay away from him.”
“He just sent me a text. I didn’t respond.”
She taps on her phone and then spins the screen around to show me the message log. It’s his local number that I recognize from the videos he sent me.
He asked,How pissed was she today?
Natalie typed back,Kirsten knows I was helping you. If you don’t leave me alone, she’s going to fire me, so stop!
That was early yesterday. Then last night, he said,Tell me if that detective fucker makes an appointment to come to see her. $5k if you tell me before he gets there.
“You could’ve called him instead of texting him,” I remark.
Rolling her eyes, she pulls up her call log to show me as well. “I haven’t called him.”
“On the landline?”
“Check the records, Kirsten. I didn’t call him! I don’t know how he knew. Do I wish I had five thousand dollars? Hell yes. But it’s not like I even knew the detective was coming until he just showed up!”
That is true. Bryan didn’t make an appointment today. He didn’t call and tell me he was coming either.
“Fine. I believe you. Let me know if he reaches out again. And screenshot all his messages.”
She nods her head in agreement. Then, with one last lingering look at the vase of flowers, she leaves my office.
I should throw the weird orange and pink bouquet straight into the garbage.
But I don’t.
Nobody’s ever sent me flowers before. And I hate that Tristan fucking Ferraro is the first.
14
Tristan
The DA is like a bad habit I can’t shake now that I’ve had a taste of her cunt. I can’t seem to stop following her around, watching her for hours whenever I can just for a chance to see her, even if it’s only for a few seconds at a time.
After the hot night with her, then sleeping while holding her in my arms, she’s all I think about.
And don’t even get me started on the amazing blowjobs. Jesus. I can’t think about those unless I’m somewhere I can take my hard dick in my own fist and choke it until I come.
Not that getting myself off is even close to as good as how Kirsten did it. My hand is a sorry substitute for her mouth or her fingers squeezing my balls so hard they might burst.
And while I know the best thing for me to do is go find a willing woman and screw her brains out for hours, I can’t even think about being with another woman anymore. It’s like everyone in the city may as well have grown a dick because I’m not interested in them in the least.
After another long week of following Kirsten to work, to her dumb-ass lunch meetings with rich fuckers, before heading back to work, then home, and I’m ready to rip my hair out.
Especially after I recognized the man heading into the courthouse the other day. Fucking Natalie didn’t even warn me like I told her to do when Kirsten’s detective came to visit her.
And the fact that neither of them recognized me as the delivery boy is sort of funny. Pulling on a hat and holding flowers in front of my face was all it took to hide my identity, get through courthouse security, and into the DA’s office.
I texted Natalie to ask if Kirsten threw my flowers away, but the girl hasn’t responded, making me fucking crazy.
