A New Day, A New You part 13

It’s only Tuesday after my date with Robin and my wake up sex with Dia. I keep telling myself shit will be fine but women are possessive and it took Robin and I a while to even get to this point. Now however it’s fucked, add to that I’m did to Richard what Richard did to me last year. How do I explain this to him? More so how do I explain it to Robin and try to survive as a couple? This is all I’ve been thinking about for the past couple days and when I do get back to my dorm room I’m arriving just in time to see Richard leaving for his class and Dia is in his doorway fully dressed thank the gods. I close the outer door behind me and begin to head to my room.

“I miss you Stuart,” Dia says with a smile on her voice.

“I don’t know what you think happened but I’m not into screwing my friend’s girlfriend,” I state getting my door open.

“It’s so cute how you are noble yet you fucked me so good I require a repeat performance,” she says moving towards me and my room.

“No, I didn’t know it was you the first time and it’s not happening again,” I tell Dia as I begin to close the door.

She puts her hand in the way and I’m not about to break her fingers in the door so I turn away from it and put my bag on my bed and get out my work. As I attempt to work on my final studies Dia is watching me intently as I sit at my computer when I finally turn to her.

“What is it? What is your fucking obsession with screwing me while you’re with Richard,” I ask and she smiles.

“My sex with you has nothing to do with Richard. We have fun and then have sex, you and I have sex. Both things are separate so it’s not complicated,” Dia explains her messed up logic.

“Except Richard is in love with you and he’s my friend,” I counter with real logic.

“I know he loves me, he says so often but you are different,” she says sitting on my bed next to my bag.

“I’m not sure if that is a good thing or a bad thing, regardless there is no we. You snuck in and did something you didn’t have permission for,” I tell Dia who laughs a little.

“And you normally have women who sneak into your room for sex,” she asks and I am a little stopped with that,” I thought not, Stuart you being different is good. Mother would love for me to marry more money. That is what Richard is but he is also a decent person, he is however not commitment material. You are.”

“I’ll be sure to tell Robin that, I hope she’ll agree,” I reply and Dia grimaces at me.

“You tell her what you like but the situation always ends the same. I want something and eventually I’ll get it,” Dia informs me before smiling,” So please Stuart make love to me, it’ll be hours before I have to go out with Richard.”

Okay aside from me not wanting to jump into it and knowingly screw over Richard I have half an erection in my pants and Dia is sexy. I am about to say something smart in reply when there is a pounding on my door, thank the gods. I hop up and answer it and realize the gods have an interesting sense of humor as two police officers are at my door.

“Stuart Wolfric,” one asks and I nod,” You need to come with us for questioning.”

“Excuse me what is this about,” I counter taking a step back.

“Mr. Wolfric come with us,” the first officer orders, not asks, and I begin to worry.

“No, I don’t know what this is for and you can speak with me right here and now because I’m not going anywhere I don’t have to,” yes I’m testy but never go with people of authority for no reason, Guy taught me that.

Sadly thirty minutes later I’m sitting in an interrogation room with handcuffs on and it looks like I’m waiting for a detective or two to come in and ask me questions. I don’t
know how long I’m in here since the clock on the wall is broken but sure enough two men, one black middle age and bald and the other white and younger with a crew cut enter the room. The younger white one is in a suit while the older black one is decked out in jeans and a leather jacket, in early summer of California a leather freaking jacket. I almost want to laugh but I keep it to myself for now and remember things Guy and Katy taught me about dealing with authority.

“Mr. Wolfric my I am Detective Adams, this is Detective Clark,” The older black one introduces themselves and I remain silent,” We needed you brought in to ask a few questions.”

I rattle the handcuffs on the table and wait as they both look at me and the older one begins with his questions.

“Do you know a Chester Morley? Have you had any recent contact with Chester Morley,” Adams asks and I don’t say a word but he keeps going,” Where were you this past Saturday?”

I say nothing, I sit and stare at him as he talks and I wait. I have no clue what I’m waiting for but I’ve got nothing including who the fuck Chester Morley is.

“Listen kid, you might want to start answering the questions my partner has for you,” Detective Clark informs me as I look at him.

New game, whoever speaks I look at them but I don’t respond. They both look at each other and Detective Adams begins again only this time he has pictures.

“This is Chester Morley,” he says holding up a picture.

I keep my face neutral but I recognize Chester Morley aka Chez the douche bag with brass knuckles. I don’t know what he did but if they’re coming for me as an accomplice they are way off base on our relationship.

“Stuart talk to me, we know that you and Chester had a fight several months ago that you were put in the hospital over. There was no in depth investigation by the detectives at the time and there were several witnesses that state he had nothing to do with it despite all the signs he was involved. Then it came to our attention that there was a second altercation between the two of you where he was sent to the hospital but this time all his friends who swore he never touched you wouldn’t say who beat him up,” Detective Adams states and I remember what they’re talking about, I’m just not talking.

“Listen kid, you can cooperate and get this over with quickly or you can sit her silent and make things worse on yourself,” Detective Clark adds as I see his partner visibly sigh.

I look between them and then at the picture, my eyes widen and I open my mouth. Both detectives are waiting for me to say something. When my expression changes from my shocked emotional fake to my standard deadpan I can see the frustration in the detective’s faces and quietly wait. I’m removed from the room and placed in a holding cell where my handcuffs are removed. I look around and realize TV has it pretty much right only smaller for a cell in a station, just a cot and a toilet with no seat. Hours I’m waiting and I know it’s getting into the late afternoon when the detective comes back, Detective Clark that is, and he’s holding a tray.

“Listen Stuart we can hold you for up to twenty four hours without charging you. Just answer our questions and we’ll let you go,” he says and I see food on the tray.

I stand up and look at the tray, just a sandwich and a bottle of water with an apple but its food and I haven’t had any in a short while. I look at Detective Clark and realize he’s trying to coerce me into talking. Turning away from him I get into a light workout starting with pushups. I can hear him leave and find he didn’t leave me any food, figures but I’m just holding my tongue till I get to the end of my twenty four hour limit. My overnight at the jail has me hungry the next morning and cramped from the shitty bed and I have to stretch to work out the kinks in my shoulders. I wait, realistically it’s all I can do so when after what seems like hours an officer comes into view and I’m instructed to put my hands through the slot and after being cuffed I’m taken back to the interrogation room. I am sat down in my same seat and made to wait again with my hands cuffed to a ring in the table this time. I haven’t said or done anything yet here they are making sure I’m as uncomfortable and hungry as possible. I must have been handcuffed for an hour and thankful that I used the toilet in the cell when Detectives Adams and Clark enter again the older black Adams with his file and coffee while the younger white Clark has a plate of donuts and coffee of his own, there may be laughter when my stomach audibly groans at the lack of food I’ve had.

“Sounds like someone’s hungry,” Clark says with a smirk as he sets the plate down just out of finger range.

“We’ll get to that in a moment, first I need to ask you again Stuart,” Adams says cutting his partner off,” Do you know Chester Morley?”

My stomach actually answers for me in a long rumble that I keep myself, barely, from laughing. The two detectives look at each other for a moment like my stomach actually interrupted their train of thought; okay we can work with this.

“Look at the picture again,” Adams says pulling out Chez’s picture,” do you know this person?”

I shift my gut a little bit and sure enough I get an odd little rumble which has both of the detectives at odds with how to react. Clark however decides to try another tactic and pushes the plate with donuts right next to my hand.

“Go ahead Stuart, you should get something to eat,” he says attempting a sincere smile.

I look at him good and hard for a moment and extend my hand toward the plate. Slowly I use the tips of my fingers and push the plate away and finally smile my first reaction. Both men are confused and honestly at odds with how to proceed. I don’t want their food, I don’t want to answer their questions and I don’t care to help when I was dragged in here. I watch them both stand up and step out of the room but leave the donuts and now I’m in an interesting quandary, I can eat said donuts while they are out of the room but should I? I debate it for about thirty seconds and realize that is them winning, I want to win and I’ve come this far so fuck them and fuck their cop donut stereotype. I put my hands back to a resting position and wait. Soon enough both detectives return and note the donuts are still there and uneaten.

“So you’re tough but we are just trying to gain the facts of the situation,” Clark states as I stare at him,” Chester Morley was murdered early last week and you and him are reputed to have a history together that involves violence. Either you can start talking to us and explain the situation or we can treat you like a murder suspect and charge you with what is obviously a case of murder in the first degree.”

Chez is dead, someone killed Chez and they think it was me? Yeah and if I’m the best they have to go on they are really desperate. I settled up with that shit head months ago and now I’m back in shit because of him. I must remain calm, getting mad now is not going to help my situation and I analyze my facts. If they don’t charge me I leave in a few hours, if they do I get legal counsel and a phone call. Phone call needs to be to Jun and just tell him where I am and let him do the rest. He’ll get Guy and everything they have to back me up and get me out. Yeah I’ve got a plan and I’m ready when another cop in a suit, an older than both detectives white man opens the door and says something I wasn’t quite expecting.

“Detectives his lawyer is here,” the older man states and I think all of us are wondering when we see her.

5’10” inches and dangerous curves on a lean bodied woman, her deep tan and darker brown hair are styled for attraction in both men and women; I know this because I’m actually getting an erection right now. She’s wearing a white pant suit with black pin stripes and carrying a briefcase. She sees me and immediately turns to the oldest cop that let her in.

“Get your men out of this room or I will, and I quote, make sure that the three of you are paying into your pension funds from the traffic division,” the lady lawyer informs them with a cold tone.

The older cop removes the two detectives who are in a mild protest before she looks at them and nods to the handcuffs. I watch the oldest again follow her bidding and undo my restraints before quickly leaving and closing the door behind him. I watch as she pulls the only other chair around to my side of the table and takes her seat. I must be strong and I must not give anything away.

“You are cute, he said you would be,” the lawyer says with a smile,” Oh and Guy says next time go quietly and request your phone call before answering any questions. My additional advice is that when you make that call you don’t answer anything till you see an attorney.”

“Guy sent you,” I ask getting a light nod as an answer,” How the hell did he know I was here?”

“All I know is Guy contacted me directly, our firm is about an hour away on the freeway and I drove myself here because that man pays his dues and takes care of people. Now in a courtroom his skills are useless, mine are not. I’m the tool for the courtroom but you can call me Kelsey,” she says smiling and opening her briefcase.

“Okay well Guy will explain later, you two have history Ms.,” I ask trying to glean a little about my bosses past.

“It’s Mrs. Kelsey Ortega of Delauter, Hortega and Hortega of Los Angeles. We’re the fourth branch of the firm. Now what do they want other than to annoy us both by playing hardball,” Kelsey asks setting down a pad of paper and a tablet.

I explain what they know and what they asked, she is taking everything down quickly and asking very few questions but she doesn’t ask the big one. She never asks if I killed Chez. The whole time she typing on the tablet but not touching the pad and I look again at the donuts. Mrs. Hortega, h is silent, sees the plate and pushes it away from us to the edge of the table. Okay I like her, been here maybe twenty minutes and she’s on my side in more ways than one. We finalize the details and she hands me a pen and has me write out, word for word, a statement to the police. It says enough but doesn’t tell them everything. It keeps me from reprisal as well and once it’s done I sign it and she notarizes it with her signature before standing up and knocking on the door. Detective Clark and Detective Adams enter the room ready to ask questions when she hands them the paper.

“This is my clients formal statement, read it at your leisure but as of this moment either you are charging my client or we are leaving now,” Mrs. Hortega informs the detectives who take objection.

“He is connected to a murder victim, one he is witnessed to have violent altercations with twice in the past,” Clark begins but Mrs. Hortega cuts him off.

“Captain tell your people what they can and cannot do because I’m about to show your office what I will do,” she states as I stand up from my chair and exit the room following my lawyer.

I get past the two detectives only to stop at Clark who is fuming mad. He gives me a look of anger and confusion when I lean forward and smell him. Granted I’m not trying to smell him it’s just for effect as I lean back and smile. He gives me a confused look and backs up a step which leads me to laugh a little before following Kelsey and her amazing ass out of the station. I’m sitting in a silver BMW riding back towards UCLA when she pulls up to a fast food drive through and orders two bags worth of meals. I’m handed a soda and the bags are placed down at my feet but I’m starving.

“I know you’re hungry but no eating in my car, enjoy the soda though,” Mrs. Hortega informs me as we continue back home.

I am back in and as soon as we get into my room I devour four burgers and a small mountain of French fries in a matter of fifteen minutes. Kelsey for her part eats nothing, she paid for it all but she didn’t need anything. I wait for her to address me when Richard and Dia enter the dorm.

“Stuart you’re back,” Richard states the obvious before turning his attention,” Who is she?”

“I am Mr. Wolfric’s legal counsel. Next time something like this happens please contact this number,” Kelsey informs Richard handing him a card.

I’m still wary of Dia and she is giving me a confusing look, it’s like a combination of she wants to fuck me but she wants to make sure I’m alright with a small amount of how did I get a lawyer. I look at her for a moment before speaking.

“Dia you did tell people that I was taken in by the police,” I ask and she nods.

“Man that’s why I started to freak out,” Richard adds showing concern,” I couldn’t figure out what to do so I called Robin and Caitlin and finally we got your computer on and Robin asked someone for help. They said they’d handle it and apparently they did, I was gonna call my dad and ask him for help or money or something to get you out of there.”

“Thanks man, I need to see Robin. Let her know I’m alright,” I tell them standing up.

I don’t go right away; I walk Mrs. Hortega to her car and get the door for her. She smiles at me and says something I don’t know how to take.

“He’s right, you are a good one,” her last words to me before closing the door.

I watch her drive off and take my time walking over to Robin’s dorm room. I have to get the real problems out and in the open, my night with Dia. I wait a little bit before knocking on the door to her dorm and when she answers I’m smothered in a hug and questions.

“Oh my god what happened? When did you get out? Did you do anything? Are you alright,” Robin hits me with her biggest ones in rapid succession as I carry her back into her dorm living room.

“I’m okay, was hungry but I don’t know if I’ll be alright in a little while,” I tell Robin who becomes concerned.

“Baby what is going on then, talk to me about why you were in jail,” she asks as we sit on the couch and I shake my head.

“It’s not about that; I have a really good attorney actually thanks to my boss. I have to apologize,” I start in but Robin is cutting me off.

“Baby going to jail is a problem I don’t care how good your lawyer is,” I stop her but she’s concerned, I hope that lasts.

“Robin I had sex with Dia,” I state and she is shook out of her jail talk.

“Wait you did what to who? Dia? Richard’s girlfriend Dia,” she asks and I nod solemnly,” Oh god what happened? Did Richard know about it and is he okay?”

“Robin I had sex with her,” I state again and she’s not catching my point.

“Baby Richard is in love, hard in love with her. If he found out you went after Dia he’s going to be pissed,” my girlfriend counters.

“Robin I didn’t go after Dia, she went after me,” I get the words out and the questions stop,” It was after our date last Friday. I was asleep and thought I was dreaming. Turned out to be a nightmare and when I told her about us and not doing it again she said I had to stop having sex with you and keep it a secret or Richard would hate me and you’d leave me. I’ve been away since our date, aside for jail, trying to find a way to tell you?”

“You… How dare you… I thought you knew me better. Get up,” Robin orders me now angry as we were sitting on her couch to talk.

I stand as order and start to leave when she grabs my arm and drags me to her room. Granted I can stop myself from following her but it’s safer just to follow and take my verbal and probably physical abuse now. She has me stand in front of her bed and begins to strip, I’m not sure if this is break up sex or something but I want to ask a few discerning questions. Robin sees my expression and snaps at me.

“Start stripping Stuart… NOW,” Robin demands and I actually fall back onto her bed from shock,” Fine I’ll help you big baby.”

I’m now learning what it means to be stripped, not like someone undressing you I mean Robin is actually yanking my clothes off till I’m naked and sitting on the edge of her bed with my feet on the floor. I watch as my possibly soon to be ex pulls my knees apart and kneels between my legs taking me in her mouth and working on about half of me. It feels good but this is not what I was expecting, a fight, her to kick my ass but nothing like being stripped down and made to sit while she takes her time. I lean my head back and let the sensation take over as I begin to feel everything, Robin’s tongue gripping my shaft as she pulls back, her mouth suck in when she pushes herself forward and one of her hands gently caressing my boys gently.