Liza POV.

I really don't know why I got angry with my friends but I knew it was stupid. I should just have allowed them to explain, but I just left. I'll try calling them today, so we could resolve everything out, I feel like a brat as I hadn't talked too them since the last two days.

My phone was ringing, bringing me back to reality.

"Hi!," I say while checking my caller ID.

"Hey, how are you?" Jack ask.

"I'm great and you?" I ask as I dry my hair.

"I'm not fine, at all."

"What's the matter?"

"Well, if you could go out with me this evening, I'll be very happy."

I couldn't really call Jack my friend, he is more like my sex friend, which means when I feel like it or him like it we get together. We had never gone on a date, it's just a mutual feeling or I think it was.

"Please don't say no. We haven't ever gone on a real date, let's just try it," Jack says trying to convince me.

"Okay, I'll be ready by six."

"Thanks, I'll pick you."

"Bye,"immediately I hangup, my doorbell buzzes.

"Who's that?" I ask as I make my way over to the door, wearing my crop top and bomshort.

"Good morning ma'am,I brought your mail," the mailman answers while handing me my mail.

"Oh, thanks and bye," I say taking my mails and shutting the door.

I kept the mails on my table and went to make coffee. I opened the mails, some of them I requested for, others were letters from my writers club and the last one, had no address or name, curiosity takes the better part of me and I tear the envelope open.

I suddenly froze as I read my mail, my blood running cold and the hairs on the back of my neck stands at alert. I dashed to my door and bolted it, closed my windows and called detective John Travis. I didn't even know I had his number stuck up in my head.

"Hello," a male deep voice speaks up on the second ring.

"Am I speaking with detective John Travis?" a terrified part of me ask.

"Yes, who is this?"

"Is Liza Owen, he sent me a letter through mail."

"I'm on my way, just lock everywhere, i'm coming. I'll be there in ten minutes."

"But it's an hour drive."

"Not anymore."

After some few minutes, my doorbell rings, I immediately open the door, knowing fully well that it was John. Immediately, I saw him I ran straight into his arms.

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John POV.

As the call came through to my office and she identified herself and told me what was wrong, I got angry with the guy, who was making her scared. The drive was an hour drive but I reached there in ten minutes, when she opened the door and I looked in her eyes, I knew she was scared to death, and then she ran to my arms. I didn't want to let go of her.

I wanted to protect her from the harsh world. I wanted to devour her and tell her things, I never thought I could say again and when she let go of me, I saw she was crying and my anger grew.

"Where is it?" I asked her while holding her hands.

"In the dining room," she answered shaking.

"Okay," I said wishing I could just take her in my arms and kiss her sorrows and pain away." I hope you haven't touched it."

"I have, that is how I know his the one who sent it," she said going to the dining with me.

"Maybe, we could still get a fingerprint, if he was careless which I doubt his not,"I said putting on my gloves.

"How did he get my mail address?" she asked shaking.

"Is it unlisted?" I asked checking the mail.

"Yes it is and I don't just give it to anybody."

"Can you please list the people who has the address?"

"Em, Samantha, Amanda, my parents and Isabel." she answered. Then later, "Ricky."

Immediately, I felt a pang of jealously overtake me when she said Ricky. "Who's Ricky?"

"No one really important."

"I'm the one who is meant to judge the important and unimportant people. Who is he?"

"My ex-boyfriend, he really hasn't sent any mail even when we were dating and he wouldn't start now. Will he?"

"He will be the first, i'm going to interrogate."

"Why is that?" She asked shocked.

"Well he has revenge as a motive and he has your mail address."

"And is that meant to pass a message to me, because I don't get what you're trying to say,"she said acting dumb.

"That means he's our prime suspect and his coming for questioning," I said matter of factly.

"How can he be a prime suspect when he can't even hurt a fly? Trust me, Ricky isn't capable of doing this," she said more convinced than I was.

I know every part of her body screamed loud that it was him who raided her house but she didn't want to listen or believe, that was why she was trying to convince herself everytime she thought of him.

"Well, we never truly can tell and that's why he's still coming for interrogation," I said.

"But I don't think he knows that my house was raided what's the need of dragging him into this case," she said sitting on a chair that was beside her.

She looked shaken up, her eyes were dull, when she looked up at me I knew immediately, she was damn scared.

I didn't know when I bent down and kissed her fully on the lips but what surprised me was when she kissed me back with such ardor it inflamed me.

I took her in my arms and kissed her more passionately, letting my tongue linger against hers. We kissed for a long time devouring each other until we were breathless.

She was the one who finally drew away. I was about to remove her top when she held my hands shakingly.

"We can't do this," she murmured but the look in her eyes said something else.

Remembering the song ' what do you mean?' by Justin Bieber.

I asked,"What do you mean?" looking confused, knowing the desire in my eyes were very visible.

"This isn't right. It isn't gonna work between us," she said slowly standing up and turning her back to me.

I gathered my things and the letter, put them in my bag and looked up. I immediately saw her eyes staring at me, those pair of green eyes looked lonely and I couldn't help looking down at her lips which were quite swollen because of the kiss.

"Would you like a cup of coffee?" She asked smiling as if nothing happened between us. I wanted to kiss her again and put my hands on those firm breasts, then suddenly I felt the pain in my dick, it was throbbing and I could see it bulging.

I needed to leave this house unless I will burst if I couldn't touch her.

"Detective John, my face is up here," she said smiling.

That was when I realised I was staring at her breasts.

"Oh! I'm gonna go now and check what I can get out of this letter, we'll keep you informed," I said leaving.

"You sure you don't want to stay for a cup of coffee or tea?" she asked her lips quivering.

I wanted to stay but I knew that will be a terrible mistake, so I said no and left.

I couldn't wait to enter my car, my knees were shaking and I couldn't turn cause I knew she was at the door, immediately I entered my car I started the engine and drove off.

***

Liza POV.

I wanted to run after him and tell him I was wrong that it was gonna work, but my stupid legs couldn't move. They weren't obeying my commands and when he drove off without looking back, I couldn't help but think I imagined the desire I saw in his eyes some minutes ago.

As I entered inside my house, I was angry with myself for kissing him back but deep down I felt as if I was right in kissing him.

Thinking about him makes my body tingle and my mouth dry.

I entered the kitchen for a glass of water, having a headache I took some tablets, set alarm for the date and slept off.

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Love,

Uka.