Chapter 47. Bribing The Detective With My Pussy: pt. 3

I yanked the door open wildly, my hands trembling slightly. I didn’t even go to the lab—I couldn’t. My mind was still reeling from what I’d heard earlier at the station.

“Ethan! Who are you?” I yelled, my voice cracking slightly, my face probably looking terrifying. He stirred from the couch instinctively, that same spot he always claimed like it was his throne. Always the couch, always a boring-ass podcast or documentary playing in the background. He never leaves that spot.

“What do you mean by ‘Who I am’? I’m Ethan,” he said casually, leaning back as if nothing could shake him.

I rolled my eyes.

“Why are you back so early?” he asked, then added with a smirk, “No men to pound your ass today?”

My stomach twisted painfully. The words hit like a slap

“What did you just say?” I demanded , my voice tight, my heart hammering.

“Well, you heard me,” he shrugged, leaning back slightly, arms crossing over his chest.

I pressed my hands against m