Ian POV

"Zoey Prescott?" A male officer called my name with a serious look on his face as we walked down into the living room.

"Yes?" I asked, my body tensing up.

"You're under arrest for embezzlement." Before I could even respond or deny anything, the officer had stormed forward and handcuffed me.

"I love you, Ian." I mouthed, looking back at Ian, a pitiful and defeated expression on my face as the officer led me out of the penthouse.

* * *

"I told you already. I didn't transfer the money to Vidia's account!" I held back some of my anger, resisting against lunging at the two detectives sitting before me.

It had an entire day and a half since they brought me into the police station and they still were repeating the same questions over and over again. It was becoming a huge pain in my ass and I didn't know how much longer I'd be able to keep from snapping.

"Why would I transfer money to someone who I am no longer friends with?" I asked them after regaining my calm.

"You were the sole person in charge of the financing Miss. Prescott. The only one with access to the accounts." One of the detectives, a blonde female with dirty blonde hair, doe brown eyes, sharp chin, and long nose, rested her long, bony hands on top of the table.

I sighed, attempting to run my hands through my hair, a task proving to be difficult since I was handcuffed.

"This interrogation is over." The door to the small room slammed open and in stormed my boyfriend and Tommy.

"And who are you two?" The other detective that had sat before me inquired. He was an older, balding man with dull brown eyes, that held an angry look in them, squared chin, and long neck that a black tie hung from.

"Thomas Vanderbil. Personal Attorney for the Prescott and Carmichael family." Tommy stepped forward and held his hand out to the male detective and then the female. After the handshakes were over he took a deep breath. "Miss. Prescott here is innocent and will be released right now."

"And how do you know she's innocent?" The female detective questioned, standing to her feet and stepping between Tommy and the other detective.

"Ian, mind handing over the evidence?" Tommy's English accent came out thick as he gestured to the thick folder my boyfriend held in his hands.

Ian nodded and handed the supposed evidence over to the detectives.

"In that folder, you will find bank records, surveillance photos, and other evidence that proves Vidia Gomez is the responsible party in this case." Tommy explained and then gesturing to me he added, "With said proof in your hands, you will now release my client."

The female detective pulled the mentioned files out of the folder and looked them over. After spending a substantial amount of time examining the evidence, she motioned to her male counterpart to unhandcuff me.

It felt like such a relief to have the metal contraptions off my wrists and my hand mobility restored after nearly 36 hours of interrogation.

"You're free to go, Miss. Prescott." The male detective announced in an almost disgusted tone.

I took that as my opportunity to get up and walk towards my boyfriend and my best friend's husband.

Without another word said, Tommy led the way out of the interrogation room.

We walked into the other part of the station and if I weren't innocent I would have felt overwhelmed by all the intimadating stares I was receiving from the other detectives and the people being booked.

"Hey, everything's okay. We're getting out of this place." His familiar voice in my ear followed by the sensation of his hand in mine, calmed me down some and made me slightly giddy. I hadn't seen him in so long so any affection from him made my heart soar.

I squeezed his hand gently as we continued to walk through the police station, focusing on my surroundings as we did so.

We walked through a large room, desks scattered throughout, officers sitting behind the desks, people being charged for various crimes and activities sitting across from them.

Phones rang off the hook and any time an officer answered a call, the criminal would start talking loudly and shout out obscenities. This caused a loud noise of commotion, making it pretty hard to even think straight.

"We're almost out of this place." I could barely hear Ian whisper in my ear, his hand still in mine.

I just took a deep breath as we pushed our way through the doors and finally stood outside in the afternoon sunshine.

It warmed my skin and had me sighing in content, closing my eyes. My contentment was short lived when a realization dawned on me.

"Tommy, you're not a lawyer."

The Englishman smirked, holding back his obvious laugh.

"Nope, but it doesn't matter. The detectives have all the proof they need of your innocence."

"How did you end up getting that proof?" I questioned.

"I told you before they arrested you, Zo. Naomi was helping us. She got all the files and evidence from Vidia's computer." Ian spoke up and I couldn't help, but feel a slight wave of jealously that he had been communicating with his ex. I quickly swallowed that jealously down for the moment, realizing I was free of all charges against me.

"Oh right." I muttered, fiddling with my thumbs and staring down at the same outfit I'd worn for a day and a half.

"Are you alright, love?" Tommy's thick accent had me looking up and blushing in embarrassment.

"Um. . . Could we, uh, hurry back to the penthouse? I, uh, need a shower." I dropped my eyes to my feet, not making eye contact with either.

"You do stink. When was the last time you bathed?" Tommy pinched his nose, making me feel even worst.

Tears began streaming down my face, all my pent up frustration from the past weeks being let loose.

"Damn it! You made her cry, Tommy." Ian scolded his brother-in-law and then wrapped his arms around me in a hug.

Normally, I would have welcomed his embrace, but in that moment I felt so upset that I pushed him away.

"Please just take me home. . ." I sobbed aloud.

"Zoey, I'm so sorry." Tommy frowned deeply, regret written all over his face.

"It's not you, Tommy. I just need to get home and have some time to myself." I replied, forcing a small smile on my face. "I'll be okay once I get home."

Ian took that opportunity to take my hand in his and lead me over to his corvette.

"We'll see you back at the penthouse." Ian remarked before climbing into the vehicle and waiting for me to do the same.

When Tommy still frowned, I forced a happy smile across my face. "I'm fine, Tommy. I'm just stressed about everything from the last two weeks. And plus once I have a good shower you'll be able to bear being around me."

Hearing me say that seemed to cheer him up and he let out a chuckle. "Alright, but you better not cry again."

"I won't. I promise." I climbed into the corvette and waved goodbye to the Englishman as Ian drove us home.

* * *

"Feel better?" Ian inquired when I walked out of the bathroom, hair damp, and wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around my body.

"Much. Sorry I broke down like that. I honestly don't know what got into me." I looked through my closet for something to wear.

"I didn't realize the last couple weeks had been so stressful." His handsome face held a solemn expression on it and made me immediately stop in my tracks. "I shouldn't have left like I did. . ."

"Yeah, but you did." I snapped, surprising myself at how angry I sounded.

"And I'm sorry for that, baby." He walked into the closet and hugged me from behind. "I really am."

I sighed, but moved around in his arms to hug him back. This process, however caused my towel to fall to my feet, my body exposed to him and a deep blush heating my cheeks.

"Zoey?" Ian whispered, our lips inches apart.

"Yes?" My voice was husky as his hands ran down my bare back and rested on my hip.

"Will you let me make it up to you having been gone as long as I had?" His blue green eyes held that familiar mischievous look in them as his fingers trailed along my hip towards my front.

I let out a sultry moan as his fingers rubbed my clit.

"You know you want it. . ." His voice became husky as he brushed his lips against my collar bone.

My body was on fire, every stroke and touch igniting a new flame and turning me into a puddle in his hands.

"Come on, baby. You have to tell me what you want. . ."

I responded by pressing my lips against his in a heated and passion-filled kiss.

"I want you right here and right now." I whispered, breaking the kiss to catch my breath.

His eyes filled with excitement before he began kissing me with so much passion that my knees felt weak.

A second later, he began taking his tie off and unbuttoning his shirt. I bent down and began unzipping his pants. After having them pulled down to his feet, he stepped out of them and looked down at me with lust in his eyes.

"You have no idea how hot you look right now, down there." His words caused me to giggle and gave me an idea.

I pulled his dark gray, silk boxers down and off him, his erection very evident with the item of clothing gone. Boldly, I took his cock into my hand and began stroking.

The sexy groans coming from his mouth assured me that he was enjoying what I was doing to him and encouraged me to go further.

Bending down so that I was eye level with his cock, I took him into my mouth.

"Oh, gosh, Zoey!" He moaned as I began sucking and stroking in a twisting motion. "That feels so damn good."

I continued to suck for a good while when he pushed me gently away from his cock.

I gave him a puzzled look and slightly felt disappointed.

"I can't stand it anymore. I have to be inside of you now." Without another word he pushed me back onto the plush carpeting and got on top of me. "You make me feel so wild with desire, Zoey."

I let out a loud moan as he rubbed his cock along my entrance and then thrust in without difficulty.

He began thrusting in and out, my body meeting his pace and moving in rhythm.

"My gosh, Ian. Oh my gosh!" He thrust deep, my nails racking down his back and my back arching.

Our moans grew louder in the closet and I was sure anyone in the house could hear us, but in that moment I didn't care. All my pent up frustration at my boyfriend was gone and I was one with him as we made love.

A/N: Okay, so here it is after many weeks of waiting. I hope it was worth the wait and I am so sorry it took so long. The way this ended I hope makes a lot of you happy and makes up for my absence. As always please hit the 🌟button and leave feedback.

-Vanessa