Murdered, he was murdered.
Chanel felt her knees get weak, she bucked, Vincent held her in her arms, and she collapsed in her arms. She couldn't believe it, she just couldn't. Another murder, in less than 24 hours and her gut told her that Vincent has something to do with it.
"Sir is she okay?" the police officer asks worriedly.
Vincent nods and walks Chanel to a nearby chair.
"Amore breath okay," Vincent coos, "Relax."
"Relax! Mr Martin is dead, and I was the last person that saw him last night and I was supposed to have a date with him but now he's dead," she says hysterically.
Everyone in the room turned and looked at her. A tall Hispanic woman walked towards them, she was wearing black slacks, a matching blazer, and a white shirt.
"You were the last person that saw him last night?"
Chanel nods, "Yes."
"Vincent, good to see you again," she greets curtly.
"Likewise," Vincent replies
"I'm detective Lopez, I'm the lead investigator for this homicide."
Chanel gulps, "I'm Chanel Wilson, I work here, started yesterday."
She hums taking out her notebook, "So you were the last person to see him?"
"Yes, it was around 17:30, he was in his office. I said goodbye to him and waited at the restaurant we had agreed upon for our date," she points to Vincent, "He was there with me."
"What's the name of the restaurant?"
"Graćie."
Detective Lopez writes down a few notes in her notebook.
"Write down your details for me and I'll call you if I need you for any further questions," she says.
Chanel quickly wrote down her details and the detective gave her the card, "Call me if anything comes up."
Chanel nods tearfully, "Thank you."
"Take her home, she looks terrible."
Vincent groans and helps Chanel get up from her seat, he picks up her bags and they left.
Sitting in the car, Chanel can't help but wonder if Vincent knew the detective, maybe she is one of the corrupt cops.
"Do you know her?"
Vincent smirks to himself but quickly covers it with a confused look, "Who?"
"The detective?"
"Yes, I do, an old fling," he says coolly.
Chanel frowns, she couldn't be jealous, she barely knows the guy, but he barely knows her either.
Girl why are you even upset, you are supposed to be mad at him, get ya head straight.
She quickly hid her jealousy and pretended not to care, keeping her thoughts to herself the entire ride home.
They get to Chanel's apartment, Kat and Gio have felt. They had the house all to themselves.
"Chanel," Vincent whispers into her ear, taking her earlobe in his mouth.
Chanel lets out a sigh, she turns around and looks into his eyes, "Please Amore."
Chanel moves her lips closer to his, brushing against his lips, feeling his hot breath on her lips, "Beg."
"Baby girl, I don't beg," he smashes his lips against hers, Chanel kicks her shoes off and takes her blazer off.
She needed this, when was the last time she got laid, almost two years ago.
Fuck it.
Still locked in a passionate kiss, Vincent takes off his shirt and unbuckles his belt, they finally pull apart for some air.
"Suck me," Vincent smirks.
Chanel raises a brow, "Don't start with me, unzip me."
Vincent complies with her command and unzips her dress, it pools down at her feet and quickly jumps out, kicking it aside. If he's dick wasn't already hard, it would explode. Her sensuous curves, where reeling him in, he wanted to kiss every inch of her body.
"Follow me," and like a lovesick puppy, he followed, taking his shoes and pants off in the process, finally getting to the door, he takes off his shirt, Chanel pulls him in and throws him on the bed, closing the door behind her.
Vincent isn't ready, he never really is, she gets to the foot of the bed and kneels in front of him, he sits up, smirking proudly at the sight.
I brought her to her knees.
He catches her off guard when she pulls a bag from underneath the bed, she opens the zip and pulls out a pair of handcuffs. Vincent is baffled.
"Want to get kinky now?" he wiggles his eyebrows.
She smirks, "Yes, yes I do."
She puts her bag back underneath the bed and stands up, "Head on the pillow, feet straight."
"Are you kidding me?"
Chanel gives a stern look and Vincent does as he is told; Chanel handcuffs his hands to the headboard and his legs to the ends of the bed. He couldn't believe that he was being dominated by a woman, he has lost his touch. By now she would have come at least twice.
Crawling seductively onto the bed, she sits in between his legs, placing her hands on his thighs, she could see he was suffering, a man like him isn't used to this kind of thing. She plays with eh band of his briefs.
"Fuck," he groans.
She pulls his pants down and immediately his dick pops out, hard and throbbing. She brushes the tip of his cock, and he lets out an animalistic growl.
Vincent starts tugging at the cuffs, "Let me out."
Chanel only wraps her hand around his thick 8 ½ inch member and starts rubbing up and down, using his precum as a lubricant, after a few strokes, she slowly slips him into her mouth.
"Oh yes," he moans in relief.
She slowly sucks him, stroking the bottom with her hand, she didn't want to reveal her tricks too early.
"I'm going to come," he says.
So soon... It's barely been five minutes.
Chanel pops him out of her mouth, licking her lips.
Damn, he tastes good.
"Enjoying the flavor?"
Chanel remains quiet and continues to stroke him slowly and gently and then picking up the pace after a few seconds.
"Ahh fuck, " his legs start to shake.
And she stops before he could come.
"Why did you stop?" he yells.
"You're not ready to come yet," she says softly.
"Get me out of these handcuffs now!"
She shakes her head.
"Chanel, I'm warning you," he growls.
She remains quiet, that's when it happens.
Snap!