𝐊-𝐈-𝐒𝐒-𝐈-𝐍-𝐆 - Chapter 12: Chapter 12

You were writing down some notes as you patiently waited for the second person coming in for questioning tonight.
You dreaded working these late night weekends as a police officer, mainly because you always had to sit at the station and deal with all the drunk idiots who couldn't control themselves while partying.
That's exactly what you got stuck with, yet again.
You were informed about two males fighting outside a nightclub about an hour and a half ago. You just got done questioning one of them and sending him off to call his people for bail. You were now awaiting his boxing opponent.
"Ayo! Y'all don't gotta be so mothafuckin' aggressive!"
You automatically rolled your eyes at the man in handcuffs shouting at the officer who was bringing him in to you.
"Be quiet and sit down!" The officer removed the handcuffs and pushed the male towards the seat at your desk.
You continued writing in your notes, finishing off the last bit of information needed from the last guy before putting it to the side.
You brought a fresh piece of paper to begin the questioning on the man in front of you, who you still haven't, nor cared to make eye contact with.
"First and last name?" You asked, still looking down at the sheet, preparing to jot down his identity.
"First name: Your
Last name: Man
If you want me to be."
You dropped your pen and finally looked up with an irritable expression.
When your eyes landed on him, he had the most stupidest but cutest grin on his face. You thought he was the finest man you've ever seen. Deep caramel complexion, chinky eyes, baby fro.. just fine. But you were extremely exhausted, ready to go home, and not in the mood for corny ass pick up lines.
"Sir, I don't have time for this alright? What is your name?" You questioned again sternly.
He dry chuckled and clasped his hands together in front of him. "Nasir Jones."
You grabbed your pen, writing down his information. "Date of birth?"
"September 14th 1973."
You looked over at your computer screen, typing up his name and seeing that this was his first time getting in trouble with the law. You didn't want to judge a book by its cover, but it's either he was a really good citizen or he was just good at dodging the police.
"And what is a grown 29 year old man like yourself doing punching other men in the face just because they looked at you?"
Nasir snickered, "aye listen, the nigga was lookin' at me like he had a problem. Like he wanted somethin'. So I gave him what the fuck he asked for."
You shook your head and looked away from the computer, examining his face. "Well you don't look as bad he does, so you must be proud of yourself for winning the fight." You sarcastically stated.
Nasir smirked as he sat up straight. "You don't look bad yaself. What's ya name?"
A light cackle is what you gave him in response as you put your pen down and sat back comfortably in your chair. You eyed him up and down while he stared back at you lustfully. You were starting to find him quite entertaining.
"I'm Officer Y/L/N to you, Mr. Jones." You said. "You better stop thinking about getting in my pants and start thinking about which one of your little homeboys you're going to call to post this $700 bail for you."
His face instantly fell into a frown. Nasir had always been able to charm any woman he wanted. This was the first time it didn't work and it made him feel stupid inside but little did he know, you were slowly becoming impressed.
You were still at work, however. So flirting and playing Nasir's games was something you were just going to have to avoid if you didn't want to lose your job.
"Aight, cool. I see how it is. But you gon' be my wife one day, just remember I said this. We'll see each other again." He stated with confidence and smiled softly at you.
You just brushed off everything he said and signaled one of the officers to take him away to make his phone calls.
The next day...
You were back at work, doing the same routine you've been doing since you landed this job. You were bored and tired of your position being the "questioning lady". You wanted to go out and do something a little more active, even if it was just giving out speeding and parking tickets.
Your phone started to ring, snapping you out of your thoughts and you quickly reached to answer it.
"New York City Police Department, Officer Y/L/N speaking."
"Wassup, Y/N?" A low raspy voice replied on the other end.
You took the phone away from your ear, looking at it crazy before putting it back. "Who is this and how do you know my name?"
"Damn, baby girl. You forgot about me already?" He chuckled. "It's Nasir, the guy from yesterday that got into the fight."
"The fuck?" You thought to yourself.
"How did you get my number and—"
"Your business cards on your desk." Nasir cut you off as you glanced over at the cards and face palmed yourself. "I managed to sneak one while you was busy writin' down my info."
You scoffed and rolled your eyes, "so why did you ask me for my name if you already seen it when you took the card?"
"I just wanted to see if you were gonna tell me it yourself."
You kissed your teeth and sighed before looking around to see if anyone was in your business. "Why are you calling me?"
"I wanna take you out. When's your lunch break?"
You nervously bit down on your bottom lip as you looked down at your watch. Your lunch break was in 30 minutes but did you really want to go out with this guy? You just met him last night. You didn't know anything about him besides his name and birthdate.
You hadn't been on a date in forever though, if this was even going to be considered a date. Plus, Nasir was cute. Corny.. but cute.
There was something about him that you liked. You weren't exactly sure what it was but you figured you were going to find out if you agreed to go to lunch with him.
"Half an hour." You answered.
"Aight. You like Italian food? I know a place that makes some fire lasagna."
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You arrived at the restaurant right on time and so did Nas. The food was great just like he said, you knew this would become your new food spot.
You guys have been in each other's presence for about an hour now. You had one more hour to go before returning to work. Time seemed to just fly by, but you didn't realize because of how good he was with conversations.
You knew there was something about him, and you finally figured it out. Aside from him being funny and handsome, he was ambitious and always ready for any life challenges.
He was a little rough around the edges but he was smart, willing to learn new things, and was serious about changing the world. If he couldn't do that, he at least wanted to help change the community.
"Who bailed you out last night?" You asked before taking a sip of your water.
"My girlfriend." Nas responded nonchalantly as he poked his fork into his food.
You nearly choked on your drink. All that game he was spitting and the whole time he had a girlfriend? Typical.
Nas glanced up at you and sneered. "I'm just playin'." He chuckled. "My brother came to get me."
"Oh." You started to feel awkward. You didn't know if he was actually telling the truth or lying just to get with you.
You hoped he really didn't have a secret girlfriend because you were beginning to feel his vibe
a lot.
"Check my records when you go back to work, it'll say it if you don't believe me. Jabari Jones is his name."
Was he reading your mind?
"I didn't say I didn't believe you, Nasir."
"You didn't have to, your face did the speaking for you."
You smiled awkwardly and continued to eat. You didn't know you were making it that obvious.
"Why you a cop? Out of all the things you could be, why did you choose to become a fed?" He questioned you with a slight distasteful expression on his face.
A giggle escaped from your mouth, "because my father was one. I wanted to follow in his footsteps. I wouldn't even consider myself a cop, though. I barely do anything, just be sitting at that desk all damn day."
"Oh yeah?" Nas dropped his fork, giving you a look that said 'up to no good'. "Well, why don't you call off the rest of the day and fuck with me? I can show you some real excitement."
Your cheeks started to heat up. "Uh, that sounds nice but I really should get back to work."
Nas just smirked and nodded, "I understand."
You released a quiet, shaky breath as you sat there feeling a little hot and bothered. You soon excused yourself to go to the bathroom.
After finishing up, you washed and dried your hands. You took a look at yourself in the mirror, giving yourself a mini pep talk, telling yourself to pull it together.
You unlocked the door and stepped out, only to be met by the man himself.
"Nasir wh—"
He cut you off by smashing his lips into yours. You didn't fight back, allowing his soft lips to give you the most loving kiss you've ever experienced in your life.
Nasir pushed you back into the bathroom without breaking away from your lips. He kicked the door closed and pressed your back up against it.
He locked the door as you hiked your right leg up around his waist. You pulled away from his kiss, "we don't have much time." You said, gazing into his hazy eyes that you've seem to quickly fall in love with.
Nasir looked down at his gold watch and shrugged, "we'll make it work."
You connected your lips back to his as he began to undress you from the bottom only.
You unbuckled his belt and unzipped his blue baggy jeans.
"Turn around for me, baby." He demanded softly.
You did as you were told, pressing your ass against his lower half. Nasir shifted his pants and boxers down his thighs, grabbing his hardened member and swiping the tip against the juices that were already dripping from your pussy.
You moaned lightly at the feeling but soon those moans turned into deep, heavy breaths as he started to push himself inside you, inch by inch.
"Fuck, you feel so good baby girl." He thrusted in and out of you.
A part of you couldn't believe you were doing something so classless. Having sex in the bathroom at a fancy restaurant was something you'd only seen in movies. But here you were, living its full reality and didn't give a fuck. Nasir was making you feel good and you didn't want it to end.
One of his hands found its way to the front your neck, wrapping it around. While his other hand crept up to the front of your clit, rubbing it in circular motions as he continued fucking you like he wanted you to have his kids.
Which he did.
But he wasn't going to do that to you.
Yet.
"Nasir keep going, just like that!" You managed to exclaim through the gentle chokehold he had you in.
He felt your pussy getting wetter by the second, indicating that you were about to release, and so was he.
"Shit I'm gonna buss, Y/N." He groaned as his thrusts became sloppier.
"Me too- fuckkk Nasir!" You finally reached your peak while he held his in until you rode yours out.
"Ssss... fuck!" He quickly pulled out of you, nutting on your ass cheek.
You panted heavily while he grabbed some toilet paper and cleaned you off.
You both got yourselves together before you asked him what time it was.
"1:45pm." Nasir replied.
"Oh my god, I have to go!" You you quickly washed your hands again and fixed your hair.
Nasir came up behind you, snaking his arms around your waist and kissing you on your cheek. "Ima call you tonight."
You smiled at him through the mirror before turning around and wrapping your arms around his neck. "Thank you for our little lunch date." You pecked his lips.
"Any time, ma." He said and pulled away from you, leaving the bathroom first.
You waited a little before stepping out and grinning to yourself as you left the restaurant.
Who knew your first real love would be love at first bail.