Our So-Called Breakup Chapter 03

Our So-Called Breakup Chapter 03

I drove out to the detention center in the middle of the night.

The entire way there, I angrily cursed out Emmett and his whole family line.

When I arrived, the staff told me they’d arrested Emmett at the bar.

Apparently, he was involved in a very serious criminal case.

I stared at them in total confusion.

What kind of serious case could he possibly be mixed up in?

Did he eat two chicken pies but only pay for one?

The guy worked hard just so he could afford to buy as much chicken as he wanted.

What was criminal about that?

Emmett’s parents were rarely home, which was why the detention center had called me.

I waited out there for a long time without catching a single glimpse of him.

Just as my anxiety was hitting its peak, I saw Vincent.

A werebeast police officer was standing beside him, talking to him.

>I suddenly remembered Vincent mentioning back at my house that he

was in the area for a mission.

“Vincent,” I called out.

He paused slightly.

Waving at the officer next to him, he signaled for the man to leave.

I hurried over, my anxiety spilling out. “Did you arrest a werefox named Emmett Hertford tonight? Can I go see him?”

Vincent stared at me. “That’s against the rules,” he said sternly.

Hoping to appease him, I said, “I won’t cause you any trouble. Come on, we already know each other so well.”

Vincent’s gaze shifted.

He looked down at me and took a few deliberate steps in my direction.

“I’m sorry, but it’s been too long,” he murmured, “and my memory of you isn’t very clear.”

He reached out and boxed me in with his arms, stopping just from my body.

inches

The cold metal of his uniform pressed against me, sending a quick shiver down my spine.

His fingertips lightly brushed the buttons at my collar.

“Why don’t you help me remember,” he coaxed, his voice low and gravelly, “exactly how well we know each other…”

-When Vincent leaned in to kiss the side of my neck, my mind went

completely blank.

The whole setup felt like a scene straight out of an adult movie.

After six long months, I was finally getting the uniform roleplay I’d been dying for.

I felt totally lightheaded.

Gone was his usual cold, rigid demeanor; suddenly, Vincent seemed incredibly experienced.

He’d parked his black Bentley in a narrow, deserted alleyway flanked by abandoned houses, their residents long gone.

It was dead silent around us, save for the sound of his heavy breathing.

I narrowed my eyes, looking up at him.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

I could tell he was hiding something.

He hesitated.

The rims of his eyes were red, and as he stared down at me, tears began to pool in them.

I never expected to see that kind of sorrow and grievance in those usually icy eyes.

“Alivia, is there anything you want to tell me?” he asked.

-What was I supposed to say?

That I missed him a little? –

I opened my mouth, but Vincent kissed me before I could get a word out, silencing me.

His deep, raspy voice murmured right against my ear.

“Never mind. Don’t say it. I don’t want to hear it.” He paused.

“Alivia, I’m going to take back the status that’s rightfully mine.”