After my shift had finished, I showered and changed before heading back home. I retrieve the letter I had picked up; I need to find out if it is Lucky, the same one I had fucked. That would give her the reason why she was here. I sit down and open the letter. I know I shouldn’t have taken it, but curiosity got the better of me.

...Letter...

“Fuck.” I put my head in my hands and run my fingers through my hair. We had followed up on the numbers we found but didn’t get anything. If she hasn’t heard her dad then she wouldn’t have known, he has been murdered. We will receive the full report back in tomorrow so I can’t do anything until then. After having something light I head to bed and eventually fall asleep.

The next couple of days went by and we tried to find out more information about Daniel Jones. With very little information apart from he had moved there about 4 months ago. He was receiving some money to pay for things, and we came across a few details about Lucky and she was his only daughter.

I knew I had to tell the chief about her and that I had fucked her. He wasn’t happy when I told him, but I was sure it was the same person. With not much to go on, all we could do was wait and hope she would call me.

At home I’m lying-in bed, it was still reasonably early, but I was up for another early shift the next day. I’m flicking through my phone at things on the internet when an unknown caller comes in. Debating for a second whether to answer it when I realised it could be her, I swiped the green button and answered it.

“Hello.” A faint voice was on the other end, and it was Lucky’s.

“Where are you?” I sit straight up.

“I’m not sure some back street in the city, I need help.” She sounded broken on the other end.

“Fuck, where are you? Can you tell me a street name? I’ll come and find you?”

“Can I come to you?”

Panic sets over me as he never let anyone find out where I live. With her plea and the sound of her voice, I give her my address and wonder what the fuck I am doing. I put on a t-shirt and jeans and head down to the basement where I instructed her to bring her bike. As I am waiting for her to arrive, I’m nervous as hell; also, I will have to tell her about her dad. I start to overthink things and think about the good time I had with her and then the reaction she will have when she finds out about her dad.

“Fuck is this what happens when you start thinking about someone and their feelings? Does that mean I like her? Want her more than for sex? Fuck knows why I gave her my address...”

The rumble of her bike arrives, and I wave her over. As she pulls in, I can’t help thinking how fucking sexy she is especially when she removes her helmet and shakes out her hair. My dick is twitching and for some reason, my heart is beating faster.

“Thanks for letting me come over, I didn’t feel safe out there.” She glances behind her.

“Okay, right, well do you want to come up?”

“Is it okay?” She bit her bottom lip, concern that she may have overstepped the line by asking to come here.

“Well, I don’t normally do this sort of thing.” I rub the back of my neck.

“What do you mean? Have women over?” Her eyebrows knitted together puzzled.

“None, I don’t want any psycho bitch knowing where I live.”

“But you just invited me over?” A smile broke out on her lips.

“Are you a psycho bitch?” I cock a brow and tip my head at her.

“No, but you would be too late for it if I was.” She lets out a chuckle.

I start laughing, and she eases up a little around me and I lead us into the lift taking us up into my apartment. I can tell she is pleasantly surprised at how clean and tidy the place is. I lead her over to the couch and sit down next to her. She wipes her face, brushing away fresh tears and I can guess what is coming next, but I let her take her time to tell me.

“I... this is hard. I’m in trouble, well my dad is and I can’t get hold of him. I thought with you being a police officer you might be able to help me?”

“What’s your father’s name?” I swallow deeply.

“Daniel Jones, he was living in an apartment on...” Before she finished, I cut her off.

“I know who he is, I’m so sorry Lucky, I got a call out a couple of days ago.

Lucky breaks down crying, managing to say a few words in between. This is one of the hardest things I have had to deal with, telling someone who I might have feelings for. “We got a call from a neighbour about a smell.”

“How long has he been dead?” She sobbed out.

“We had it confirmed that he had been dead for nearly three weeks, Lucky I’m so sorry.” I am hating this feeling, Lucky falls into my arms crying.

“I went around a couple of weeks ago and there was no answer at his door.” She wipes her face. Now I know why she was around.

“I should have checked up on him more regularly or moved him too somewhere else. How was he killed?” Lucky pleads with me to tell her.

I didn’t want to disclose details but telling her he was stabbed to death was enough. “Sweetheart, can you tell me why someone would do that to him?”

When Lucky had managed to stop crying enough, she spoke again.

“My dad had run up debts from a loan shark who kept racking up his debt every day and he couldn’t pay. They started to put out threats to him, only then I found out about it too late as my dad never told me how bad it was. I thought if I could get him out of where he lived and into hiding so they wouldn’t be able to find him.” Lucky clings onto me.

“I’m so sorry Lucky.” I pull her in close to me.

“I got worried about him when he didn’t answer his door, I thought they might have found him and taken him somewhere, that’s where I have been. But I never found out anything. I sent him money and letters so he knew I was fine. Can I see him?”

“You want to?” I know it was a silly question as we would have to ask her to identify him.

“Yes, I need to, to say goodbye to him.”

“I’ll speak to the coroner tomorrow; we have been trying to find you.” I sit with her curled up in my arms running my hand through her hair and kiss her forehead. Mixed up feelings run through my head, the police officer in me has a need and a want to protect her and keep her safe. A warmth spreads through me as I hold her, maybe I do have feelings for her. Her breathing gets slower, and I realise she has fallen asleep in my arms.

I pick her up and carry her through to my bedroom, placing her on my bed I slip her boots off and cover her up. She stirs slightly and I run my fingers across her cheek, caressing it slowly. She is beautiful, I kiss her forehead and leave the room so I can make a phone call. Blake would be the best person to speak to right now.

“Hey what’s up?” His voice grunts at me from the other end.

“Well, you know how I told you yesterday about finding that man who I thought that he was the father of the woman I fucked. Well, she is his daughter” I’m not sure if any of it made any sense to Blake as it all came out as a bumbling mess. After Blake gets me to slow down and repeat what I said, he managed to understand him.

“So, she is the daughter of the guy you found murdered?” Blake sighs and I can imagine him shaking his head at me.

“Yes.”

“Shit, how do you know for sure?”

“She’s here, she phoned me.” I close my eyes as I know what is coming next.

“So where are you?” Blake’s voice drops and he drags out each word.

“At home.” I am sure this is going to be major talk for everyone.

“You brought her to yours?”

“Adam has a girl at his?” Ria’s voice come in from the background.

“You’ve got me on speakerphone?” I groan out loud.

“Yes, Ria is listening to you as well.” Blake chuckles.

Between the conversations going on, I ask Blake how he knew when he liked Ria. Blake and Ria start getting all soppy on the other end of the phone when they tell me how they felt about each other. Now, I shouldn’t have bothered asking as I can tell they are kissing.

“Are you listening to me or just mouth fucking each other again?” I grumble at them both.

“Let things happen Adam and don’t overthink things. Follow your heart.” Ria comes back at me with her answer, blake just agrees.

“This is only the second time I’ve seen her, I have a fuzzy feeling, also I want to fuck her, but I’m confused if what I’m feeling is real.”

Blake and Ria start laughing on the other end of the phone. “Of course there would be something wrong with you if you didn’t want to fuck her. I want to fuck Ria all the time.” Blake mutters something to Ria on the other end which I didn’t catch.

“You do? You never showed much interest in women.”

“That was before I met Ria, now I just want to fuck her all the time. Why do you think I’m marrying her? She is my everything, my life, I can’t live without her.” Blake goes all mushy and I roll my eyes at him.

“Fuck me brother you’re bringing me to tears.”

Ria is crying into Blake, and they tell each other how much they love each other. I have hopes one day I will be able to have something similar.

“So, what are you going to do?”

“Well, she is asleep at the moment; I guess I’ll take each day as it comes. It’s not as if I have ever done this before.” I take a quick look to check up on her.

Blake chuckles at the end of the phone and we say goodbye. I go off thinking a little bit clearer and I will take things one day at a time. This is something I have never experienced before; love, so I don’t know what it truly is. I want something a little bit more than just purely wanting Lucky for the amazing sex, it was only one time, and she blew my mind. Wandering back through into the bedroom I watch her sleep. This is the first time I have been next to a woman in a bed and not been thinking about fucking her brains out. Well, maybe a little bit.

I smile as she turns in her sleep, so she is facing me, and I tuck a piece of hair back which had fallen across her face when she moved. She lets out a slight whimper in her sleep and I slide an arm under her neck, so her head rests against my chest and an arm hooks over me as she cuddles into me.

“Night sweetheart.” I kiss her forehead as I snuggled down to sleep with her in my arms, wondering why I have never done this before. The warmth of having someone close to me is really making me to understand why people do this sort of thing. Could I be feeling more for her? It is all rushed, and I have no clue what I am getting myself into with her, but she has awakened something inside of me I never knew I had.