*It's alright dear, let's go home, my personal deriver Dean will drive you home, I have to go see the deceased family* said Rosie's father. He accompanied her, his hand placed on his waist, walking her to the door. While Rosie was almost out, she looked back and at the front of the opened door, at the edge was a Shadow of someone, her heart jump out of her chest at the sight. Her Dad successful brought her out, a triggered hiccups started to whale up on her throat, finally releasing it sounding out loud, *You got hiccups? Let me get you water* said Rosie's father, immediately her Dad leaves, she learns beside the entrance peeping to check if the shadow is still there, to her surprise, the unknown and strange shadow was still there, this shadow changing his position, moving his hands in a way that Rosie interpreted to as "come".
Somehow, it felt like this unidentified shadow is communicating with her. Suit yourself, Rosie's father said as he handed her a bottle of water. Rosie removed her head from the entrance, took the water, she drank four gulps of water forgetting what seems to have happened that day for 3 seconds. *Now Rosie I have to leave, I'll see you later in the evening, an advice; don't be too bothered about this case, go home and stay with your mum, you knew her condition. Just leave this case to me*. Dean! Rosie's father called after he had finished talking to her, dean who have been inside Rosie's father's car rushed out to meet him. *Yes sir* he saluted. You'll help me to drop Rosie at my apartment and you will come meet me at Riverside, the deceased apartment. After he finished talking he bid Rosie farewell and Leave, Dean shouted *Consider it done sir*! as Rosie's father walked past him.
Dean followed, behind as Rosie moves towards her parked car, she handed him the keys which he collected in curtsy, daring not to face her, he motioned to open the door of the owner seat at the back when Rosie held his hand, for the first time since he had known Rosie, he looked up staring into her golden eyes, down to her pointed nose, further to her plum lips tamed in purple lip balm, saying, *you don't have to open the door for me* Dean focused his attention on her moving lips that was opening and closing not hearing what she just said, *sorry, you said* , you can drive now, Rosie said as she changed her sentence, she leaves his hand and enter the car. *Alright I'm sorry, dean still overwhelmed by the cold sensations he felt that turns on the cock down his trouser, he ran to the driver seat, kicks the car to start and they set off.
The car passed the building at a distance of six feet when Rosie told dean to stopped driving that she wanted to ease her self, finding it hard to keep her thoughts away from the shadow and display, she opened the door, gets down, passing the back door like her Dad had earlier did, she entered the room her Dad came out from, *I'm not suspecting my Dad, I have no right to, he's my Dad!! I just need to find the person who bears the shadow I saw*, she told herself affirmatively. Not forgetting to hold her gun she looked around and found no one, about to move to the second room was a piece of paper inked with scribbled numbers on the door step, she bent and picked it, quickly putting it inside her pocket when she hears an indistinct voice conversing at the crime scene, she ran out looking all innocent, she entered the car and saw Dean put his head on the steering wheel, asleep, he touched him on his shoulder, he jeared up, impulsively held Rosie's hand about to bring out his gun but realized it was Rosie.
*I'm sorry, I slept off* Dean apologised, he releases her hand in shock
*No problem, it seems I took quite a while*. Rosie replied.
She had took her mind off the case of lawyer Bliss and Sonia his daughter, deciding to follow her Dad words not to worry but leave it to him. She hate being shifted from her space of perfection which she loved so much, she paid attention to the way she feels as she looked into the front mirror of her car, seeing Dean driving, Dean averted his gave to the front mirror, their eyes locked, *watch out or you'll kill us both* Rosie had said feeling the current of her body turns on for intimacy, the blowing cool breeze heating things up in her. Dean now focusing his gaze on the road having his mind somewhere else, right on how his cock has been kicking in his pants. *Could you please wind up the glasses*, Rosie said, he pressed the second button arranged at the latter end if the left door, the tinted black glasses rolls up in sync.
Also, find a remote place to stop, she said again as all available off point in her denied her access, Dean branched at a safe remote place as Rosie requested. A minute after the car has stopped, Dean looks back seeing how red Rosie's face is heated up, he breaks the silence, *Can I touch you? Rosie signalled yes by noding, dean removed his seat belt and went to the back seat to meat her, he sat on her lap, slowly caressing her back, *you tell me when you are okay* said Dean. He removed her clothe slowly, Rosie now gasping for breath as his lips is in her, every touch on her body seem like she's being tried in fire. She had reached for his trouser, unzips and brought out his hot, long cock, ready for kick off, Deana moans in pleasure as she dipped his' in her mouth.
After 30 minutes of what seem like make out, they sat, eyes open, seeing the consequences of what they had done clearly. If Mr Deavon finds out, he will surely blow Dean's head. Rosie rested her head on the back of the car seat, the glasses already wind down as the car was heated up. Dean, back at the driver's seat, in silence starts the car and zooms off. After 3 minutes on the sloppy road Rosie slept off.
The next morning, Rosie woke up feeling alive, she stood up, her stomach clenched in hunger, *oh my God! what did I do yesterday how could I sleep after after making out*, Dean had brought her home asleep yesterday, carry her in his arm like a baby, it was late in the night before he got to San Diego , her mom Ciara Deavon welcomed him into the house, showing him the way to her room, if she had known what they just finished doing, she would have make use of the fastest ways to kill him, like, telling the security guards to shoot him, or did the judgement in her own hands by stabbing him with a sharp penetrating knife. Or would she have welcome him warmly as she's saying thank you now?. Dean left the house for Riverside where he was to Meet his boss, Mr Deavon immediately Rosie's mom says thanked him to avoid any prolonged discussion.
He had went in the available car, other than the one he had just driven, having had it tidied up.
He saw Mr. Deavon,
On the chair facing Mrs Bliss who was crying as she was talking. He signalled to him he's around and Mr Deavon waved his hand telling him to wait there, Dean stood by the door way, his heart filled with guilt and shame, as the make out played back. He was set free from the strongholds of his thoughts when the woman, the deceased wife begin to wail way more loudly, it was not clearly noticed that she was struggling to breathe out until she fell down from the chair, holding her neck and calling out for help faintly. Dean rushes to the place they were sitted, he carries her into the car and drive off, *to the hospital as fast as you could dean* I'll meet you there, Mr Deavon said as he went back in, inspecting the water on the table, *how can I not notice when he smiled under his cap as he pours water into the glass cup, where in the world would a house help dress like that, I have really been underestimated, he might still be in the house* he thought
Mr. Deavon went to the kitchen, leaving the guards to search the surrounding, he held his gun at his right hand side, from the kitchen window, Mr.Deavon saw as a dark tinted car kicks to leave, holy shit! He cursed, that is him on the run go after him, he communicating through the walkie-talkie, the standby guards and others ran each into the car they came with, total of five Cars with Mr.Deavon's.