Eight

Crayvin

Mornings like today are the ones that I appreciate the most. The traffic is flowing smoothly, no domestic violence calls, no dead bodies. Just the sweet silence that fills the unit...

Slurp! Slurp!

I exhale as I look over at the bane of my existence, my partner. Her eyes meet mine and I glare at the raven-haired woman as she rolls her doe eyes. I rub my temples and rest my forehead to the steering wheel.

Slurp...slurrrp!

"What the hell are you drinking over there? Or should I say trying to drink," I huff.

Fuck, she annoys me.

Cassandra lifts her perfect arched brow, her eyes glinting at me. She makes me feel so small when she looks at me like that. I hate it.

"It's my morning shake," she states.

"What's in the shake?" I ask, not sure why I even want to know or ask for that matter.

She shrugs her shoulders and lifts the cup to observe it. "Just some chia seeds, bananas, blueberries, oats, and almond milk."

My brows lower and I wrinkle my nose in disgust. "Bleaghhh. I don't get almond milk. How the hell is it even made? I've never seen a tit on an almond, have you?"

Cassandra puts her hand out, shaking her cup in front of me, the remaining thick liquid sloshing around the bottom. "See this? It's my cup of care," she says sarcastically, shaking the cup once again.

After one last slurp, Cassandra gasps and brings her other hand over her mouth. "Oh look, it's empty."

Cassandra exhales and looks out the window of the unit. I've noticed for the past week that she usually fiddles with the patrol laptop or scanner, but today she's been nervously biting her nails or playing with the black basketweave belt she has fastened around her tiny waist.

"What's up, buttercup? You're usually a little bit chipper."

Or rather, annoying.

I love calling her nicknames. It drives her nuts.

"It's nothing, Crayvin," she replies. I knew she wouldn't say what was going on, but I still wanted to bug her.

"Well, whatever it is, suck it up buttercup."

She huffs her tiny yet full cheeks and looks right at me. Her annoyance with me written all over her heart-shaped face.

"You telling me to suck it up, makes me have the urge to break your legs, just so that I can tell you to 'walk it off'," she scoffs, and I feel my mouth partially open, surprised by her words.

Not once, in my entire twenty-five years, have I ever met such a difficult woman. Normally when the sun isn't trying to burn my balls off and it's actually decent out, I enjoy cruising around. But for nearly a week now, I have had this difficult woman cock-block me numerous times, and just straight annoyed me. Although, I have had the pleasure of annoying her, too, once I have figured out what nicknames she hates the worst.

Peanut seems to be the one that she scrunches her nose to the most.

Peanut it is.

Knock! Knock!

I knock on Drew's apartment door, number 42, and he opens it, wearing black pants, black dress shoes, and some ugly ass tan-colored button-up. I lift my brows and run my fingers through my hair, sighing at my friend's poor decision on clothing.

"Drew, what the hell are you wearing?" I ask, bewildered. Drew opens the door wider and gestures for me to enter.

I make my way over to the one piece of furniture in the living room, which is a long, tan-colored couch with a large flat-screen TV positioned right in front. I hear Drew sigh, and as I sit down, I now notice he has his hair styled. He stands still, his eyes scanning down on his outfit.

"Does this look that bad?" He inquires.

"Yes, where are you going anyways? I thought I'd come ask if you wanted to go to Jax's bar for a bit."

Drew sighs and shakes his head. "Can't. I have a date tonight."

I wiggle my brows and spread my arms out on the back of the couch. "Well, well. Finally, going to get some pussy tonight huh? It's been a couple of weeks, I was starting to worry about you," I joke, chuckling.

"It's not like that. Cassandra is one of those really cool chicks that you don't want to spend just one night with," Drew's raving sends my chuckling to an abrupt halt.

"Cassandra? As in my partner, Cassandra?" I ask and he nods his head with a grin. "Why the fuck would you go out on a date with her? She's so annoying. I mean the girl has only been with me for a week and she's already scared off half the girls that have tried to hit on me."

Drew folds his arms across his chest, his protruding chin rising in annoyance. "Didn't you just fuck that Betty girl the other night?"

I groan, running my hand over my face. "That's beside the point. I would have gotten better lays if it wasn't for her. Besides, Betty wasn't that good. She bit the tip of my dick just giving me dome," I grunt, remembering the pain as if it just happened.

"Besides, I doubt she's going to give you any. She doesn't seem the type. She seems more prudish and also, I don't see her really eating on this date. All week I've seen her eat nothing but nasty ass health shakes and lettuce wraps."

Drew shrugs his shoulders all nonchalant like. "You're absolutely right, I don't think she's the type either and I'm not trying to get any. I'm just going to let things flow and see if we get along, and if things get more heated, then we'll see how it goes," he explains, exhaling in disappointment. "Mind at least helping me pick a different outfit?"

I nod and follow him into his bedroom. I shuffle through the closet and pull out a grey V-neck and a black leather jacket. "Here," I say, shoving the clothes to his chest lightly. "Wear this instead. You look like some boring-ass professor right now. And not the fuckable kind."

"A grey V-neck? Is that even appropriate for a date? Let alone, to wear to a steakhouse?"

A steakhouse? Really?

"Pretty fancy for a first date, don't you think?" Drew tilts his head back, exhaling loudly. "Fine, fine. Yes, this will work. It's a cool neutral color that looks formal and also sophisticated. The jacket will put some edge to it."

Drew grins and removes the tan-colored shirt he has on now and replaces it with the V-neck and black leather jacket.

"Better." I snicker.

"Don't you get tired of it?" Drew asks as I follow him to the kitchen. I take a seat at one of his three bar stools while he opens the refrigerator and pulls out two beers, handing one to me.

I snap the cap off, take a swig, and the cold liquid brings a refreshing sensation down my throat. "Tired of what?"

Drew cups his beer with both hands, leaning over the counter on the opposite side of me. "Fucking different women all the time? You know those girls are just throwing themselves at you because of the badge. That's why they are referred to as badge bunnies."

"Or holster whores," I add, smirking as I bring the brown bottle back to my lips. "Besides, it's only been a couple of weeks since you were also a part of the badge bunny club."

Drew shakes his head and chuckles lightly. "I know, but they fuck one and then hop to the next cop and it gets old. They have these fantasies about men in uniform. Yeah, it was fun, but after a while, it just got old. Cassandra just seems sweet and she's really down to earth. Mind you, I'm twenty-eight and I'm not getting any younger."

I cough, choking on my beer. "Sweet? Drew, my friend, I think we have different definitions of what sweet means. Because I'm pretty sure she's the exact opposite of sweet."

"You're just saying that because she's the first girl to turn down your charm. I admire her more for that actually. " He smirks.

I finish off my beer and chuck it into the trash can at the end of the breakfast bar. "No. Well, that's annoying too, but the woman literally put a target on me the day she laid her eyes on me. If looks could kill, I'd surely be dead with how her eyes burned me at the stake the day she met me in Chief Anderson's office. I don't get why she despises me."

"Right, so you're telling me right now that if she showed the least bit of interest, you wouldn't go for it? You and I both know that she's gorgeous."

I scratch at my chin, pondering over his words and deciding on how to let him down softly. "Honestly man, I don't find her all that attractive. She only wears her hair up in those tight ass buns and I've only seen her in uniform, which hides everything on a woman."

Drew finishes his beer and leaves it on the counter before pulling his phone out of his pocket. To check the time, I presume.

"I better get going man. I'm meeting her in the parking lot in a couple of minutes." I raise my brows at the mention of their meeting spot, and he answers on cue. "She lives in the same complex, so she's meeting me downstairs so I can drive her."

I bat my lashes and fold my hands. "What a gentleman," I joke, laughing as I follow him out of the front door.

We make it downstairs and as we are approaching the parking lot, a woman stands with her back towards us. She has on denim skinny jeans that show off her perfect bubbled ass and her hair is swept to the side, revealing a small pair of black angel wings tattooed on the back of her neck. The woman turns around and her bright smile practically stops me in my tracks. Her lips are stained with a dusty rose color, her full cheeks brushed with a light shade of pink, and I recognize those doe eyes that hold the purest innocence immediately. Her cream-colored shoulders are bare and an off the shoulder white top reveals her collar bone.

The beautiful smile disappears as her doe eyes land on me and I sigh. I've never seen Cassandra smile before and I've also never seen that tattoo before. Our uniform does a good job of hiding it. She basically just stole the air from my lungs and I cringe at the irony of it all.

"Hey, Drew," she greets him, her tone flirtatious and unfamiliar to me.

"Hey, Cassandra. You look incredible." Cassandra blushes and bares that alluring smile that she apparently has.

"Crayvin," the raven-haired beauty hisses.

"Cassandra."

She rolls her doe eyes as she follows Drew to his grey Honda Accord. Drew waves at me before getting into his car and turning the ignition on. As he begins driving out of the parking lot, I see Cassandra glaring at me from the side view mirror and she flips me off, making me chuckle.

She has so much attitude. It's a shame really because she's honestly cute. Sassy as hell, but cute.