Christine Gray

The Fool, The Scrooge, and The Slutty Elf On The Shelf Christine Gray

Craning my head back, I outstretch my arms on the back of the sofa. "So, where were you?" I asked her."Killing Justin," Monae nonchalantly answers, plopping in the space next to me. Frowning, I watch her kick off her heels. I know I must have a dumbfounded expression on my face. Suddenly, I chuckle. She must be clowning me. Yet, my laughter catches in my windpipe at the serious as a heart attack stare she gives me. This isn't right. Something's not right. All day long I've been fighting a yearning to consume Monae. If I could reduce her down to a powder, I would snort her. I want to screw her, taste her, and I don't just mean giving her a good rimming before burying my face in her warmth. If you haven't figured out, I messed up, again. I thought I stepped in it the last case when I popped up on a few people radars, but this right here, takes the fuckin cake. For the first time, in a long time, I'm at a lost. All I know is I'm not losing Monae. Yet, I don't want to answer the call of the unknown.- KeaganWhen a naked body is found along a dark stretch of highway, the gruesome case kicks off a chain of events that will push Keagan closer to the edge, and will awaken a darkness in Monae that will have Keagan rethinking his very existence.