Hunter's POV
That damn cop. He surely was not raised by a mother when he treated me that way. Me, Hunter Caspian Middleton, of all people, and he even made me leave my car by the road side, only to be dragged to the station in his deranged doughnut-smelling siren car, and I'm pretty sure that by the time we're done, I was going to have a parking ticket in my official record; way to go officer.
The exterior of the station was adorned with flowers and marble floors, leading up to a giant statue of an unidentifiable person whose identity was literally of no use to me at the moment, only that he seems to have been a good-looking man. If only he was that big in real life, watching him take off his pants would literally give me great joy - stupid me thinking about unholy stuff. I bet there'll be plenty of time for that in jail.
Behind the sexy giant statue was the magnificently magnificent building that had windows for doors, a seven-storey building with a large sign that read ' The Safety Of The Common Man Is Our Priority '. Yeah right, always talk and no action.
The door to the building opened like a changhoji in a traditional Korean Hanok, sliding apart to reveal a whole new buzzing world. Cops; males and females alike were walking around, all busy like workers in a beehive trying to attend to the needs of the queen. They were all walking around with papers in their hands, some, with speakers to their ears, heading to the door or rushing to the elevator, while others had their hands on both papers and speakers. A middle-aged lady cop was even going through the papers in her hands with her speaker held by her chin and shoulder. Now that I think about it, I was actually surprised that they were able to do what they were doing without bumping into each other; as if they had extra eyes on their foreheads.
" Move", the damn cop said to me, motioning me to move towards the elevator. Other law offenders were also dragged to the elevator: a guy with literally tattoos for cloth, a girl; most probably a sex worker with few piercings on her face, walking like a drunken Jeanie, and another guy in cuffs who had quite the unkept dreadlocks - I didn't know why but my consciousness concluded right away that he was a drug dealer.
We all got into the elevator, mulching ourselves to fit into the small space as the smell of sweaty armpits, smelly breath, alcohol, and weed filled the air - don't ask me how I was able to recognize the smell of weed.
The cop pressed against me as we all tried to fit ourselves inside like sardines in a can, my face against his broad chest that rose and fell in sync with his breath. I thought about sneaking up on him, taking his weapon and running away, only that I couldn't even move without being detected, and moreover I need to stop watching action movies - they were beginning to make me think that I had nine lives.
" Rip his shirt off", a voice whispered directly into my ears - that silly devil inside me. " Do it. Trust me, he will love it", it kept on, trying to persuade me.
" Get off my case and shut the fuck up", I said to the voice in my head, wishing that I could say it out loud without being labeled as mentally retarded.
" Can't you smell him? He smells really nice, and his body is something you haven't had in a while", I was certain that if that voice had a face, it was grinning when it said that.
Being the fool I always was, I inhaled sharply, trying to grasp his scent, and indeed that devil was telling the truth: who even said that the devil was the father of lies? His patrol car might have been smelling of doughnuts; which actually wasn't a not so pleasant smell, but he definitely smelt like something that would definitely ride my ass if we were not in a police station.
" See? I told you. Now do it, rip off his shirt and eat him".
" In here?" I asked, completely surprised at the suggestion.
" Of course. Where else do you want to go?" it sounded desperate, and I just had to conclude that it was a sex freak - bad news; I wasn't, and I certainly wasn't going to try and sexually harass a government official.
" No. I won't do it here", I said, clenching my fist as I exhaled due to mental exhaustion, only to inhale more of the cop's sweet scent - great. Add more spices into the boiling soup of seduction. No wonder people usually say that one's demon is one's greatest enemy.
" Ok, try to get his contact so you can meet up later ", I had really hoped he had stopped talking.
" No, I'm not going to do anything you tell me to do", I retorted, standing my ground. It was my life, not his.
" Or at least his name. You will regret it if you don't get to explore what is underneath those barricades called clothes".
" I am still not going to do it".
" What of that thing underneath his pants? In-between his legs? You also don't want that?" he was starting to sound seductive, and I felt a warm brush of air across my ear - I might really be possessed because the whole thing was getting out of control. Nevertheless, I indulged myself to feast my eyes, looking up to his neck as he gulped, his Adam's apple moving into visibility, his neck perfect for a hickey.
My mind travelled far, far away into a room with a bed filled with roses. He was lying on the bed naked, only on his very tight transparent briefs. I couldn't envision his face because I hadn't inspected it that much earlier, and for some reason I didn't care, I just wanted to get him off his pants. I took the strap and gently pulled it down, getting excited at the little scanty hair that threaded down. I pulled further and got to the root. It was fully erect already, even making it hard for me to freely pull out the pants, but I tried and finally pulled it out, smiling and looking up at him, only to see Hazel smiling back at me in satisfaction.
" Never!" I shouted as the elevator door opened, startling everyone inside.
" What is it sir?" the cop asked.
" Keep it down asshole, stop moaning so much when you cum", the girl said as she was escorted out, still taking baby steps.
" Nothing", I said, looking up to his face to dutifully analyze it, and frankly speaking, I was disappointed.
That devil was a very wicked being for trying to persuade me to sex that cop. Yes, he had a broad dependable chest that would be so good to be cuddled into, together with a sexy neck that was to die for, but his face was definitely nothing to write home about - I don't want to speak bad of his facial features or face-shame him so I'm going to stop at this juncture with my description.
" Please step outside", he said.
His face seemed to decrease in ugliness as he stepped outside, making it seem as if the electric light in the elevator was propagating his ugly side alone, not his real face.
I stepped into a busy hall with counters arranged in fours. Some cops were still walking around while the others were sitting with people, probably writing a statement.
The whole scenario was definitely familiar. Everything was like it was after I was arrested at the hospital. The sound of the keyboards ticking with each letter pressed, the tearing of paper and it squeezing, together with the voices of everyone doing either the questioning or the answering; it was still the same, and at the same time it caused me a headache. They didn't even allow me to see my dad that day, they just pulled me into their vehicle and brought me to the station, blabbering so much that I couldn't hear what they were saying and had to get thrown into a cell.
My dad.
I couldn't tell why but he crossed my mind, not because I missed him but because I wanted him, and staring at that scenario just made me remember that hurtful day.
" Move to the seat", the cop said, pointing at a seat at the corner.
I just stood there in a trance, lost in space as his voice echoed in infinity, probably still telling me to take a seat.
" I said move", I tried to move me but I ended up falling to the ground with tears streaming down my eyes.
It was so unbelievable how I was just sexually aroused seconds ago, only to start feeling agony.
" Get away from him!" a voice said, commanding authority as heavy footsteps followed.
I turned to see who it was, and it was dad - I was hallucinating.
" Are you alright?" the person asked.
Out of reflex, I grabbed him and hugged him tightly, crying into his embrace. I didn't care if I was hallucinating or not, I just wanted to have the illusion that I was hugging dad.
" Um......Mr Middleton? Mr Middleton?" he said, trying to free himself from the grip.
I let him go, only to look at him properly and realize that he was Hazel's secretary - what the fuck?