Master of Lust

Chapter - 254

Rick's attention was first caught by the rhythmic sound of footsteps approaching from behind—light and deliberate, yet with a hint of authority. He could sense the steady pace, a soft but assertive click of shoes echoing against the polished floor. With each step, a subtle, floral scent began to fill the air, growing stronger as the figure came closer. The fragrance was delicate, sweet, like jasmine or cherry blossoms, and for a moment, it pulled him from his thoughts. He straightened slightly, feeling the presence before he even turned around.

When he finally did, Rick's gaze fell upon the officer now standing just a few feet away. At first, his eyes met the brim of her neatly positioned hat—a navy blue cap with a polished black visor that sat perfectly on her head. Beneath the cap, her dark, glossy hair spilled over her shoulders, cut to a perfect shoulder-length, framing her face in sleek waves. The strands caught the light, adding a soft sheen to the surrounding air.

Her eyes were the next thing Rick noticed—deep, dark brown, like rich coffee, with a certain depth that made her gaze intense and unwavering, yet not unfriendly. They held a quiet strength, a calm that came from someone well-versed in their duties but comfortable in their own skin. Her long lashes framed those eyes in a way that softened her gaze, adding an air of mystery to her expression.

Below her eyes, her nose was slender and feminine, with a soft curve that complemented the rest of her features. It wasn't sharp or pronounced, just subtle, delicate, and balanced—adding to the natural beauty of her face. Her lips were slim, naturally soft-looking with a faint touch of gloss, perhaps from a light balm or a neutral shade of lipstick. They weren't overly painted but well-kept, offering just enough of a shine to enhance her natural elegance.

Her cheeks were smooth, slightly flushed with a healthy glow, whether from the morning air or just her natural complexion. They added to the softness of her overall appearance, making her seem youthful yet composed.

Rick's gaze drifted down from her face. Rick couldn't help but notice the way her slim, athletic figure filled out the uniform in all the right places. Her curves, though subtle, were accentuated as she moved, the fabric hugging her waist and hips in a way that drew his attention. Her posture was upright, and as she stood before him, the outline of her hourglass shape became apparent, her feminine form exuding a quiet allure beneath the professionalism. Her long legs seemed to stretch gracefully beneath her uniform, the hint of muscle in her thighs revealing a toned physique.

And as soon as the officer arrived closer the familiar pale blue pop up appeared in front of Rick.

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A sly smile appeared on Rick's face. A desire bloomed in his heart to increase those values.

As Rick was momentarily caught up in his own thoughts while gazing at Yumi, her eyes met his. She raised an eyebrow slightly and broke the silence with a calm yet assertive tone.

"So, you're Mr. Rick, the driver of the Land Rover from last night's accident?" she asked.

Rick nodded, confirming her suspicion. "Yeah, that's me."

"Alright then, follow me," Yumi gestured towards a desk nearby. Rick followed her, the soft click of her heels echoing through the room.

She motioned for him to take a seat at her table. "Please, have a seat. I'll need to take down some details." As he settled in, Yumi began her line of questioning. "Can you describe the accident for me?"

Rick recounted the events as best as he could, focusing on the surface details. "I was driving when the truck suddenly swerved into my lane. I tried to avoid it, but… well, you can see the damage."

Yumi nodded, tapping her pen against the paper thoughtfully. "I did notice the scratch on your vehicle outside. It looks pretty bad. Most people would report something like that right away, especially to claim insurance benefits."

Rick shrugged, deflecting the topic. "I just don't like getting involved with the police or the law, you know? I don't think it is worth the effort."

Yumi raised an eyebrow, intrigued and sighed. "That's …" she broke of mid-sentence, "but it's always better to be safe, especially with damages like that. What do you think caused the other driver to act that way?"

Rick hesitated, weighing his words carefully. "I don't know. Maybe it was just an accident. Maybe he was drunk or may be his controls failed. Things happen." He kept his tone neutral, not wanting to give away anything. He wanted to handle his father himself.

As the interrogation neared its conclusion, Rick leaned forward slightly, curiosity piqued. "So, have you identified the driver or caught him yet?"

Yumi looked up, "Not yet. But why do you ask?"

Just then, a male officer casually strolled in, coffee in one hand and a donut in the other. He leaned against the doorframe, a smirk playing on his lips. "Hey, Yumi, are you guys talking about the accident case Wasn't there a lady detective here this morning asking about the driver? Is he a big suspect or something?"

Yumi's face twisted in annoyance, and she muttered under her breath, "The detective told me to keep it a secret."

Rick's mind wandered to the femme fatale he'd encountered earlier, the one on the Harley. So, she was a police officer—a strikingly attractive one at that. It clicked. She must have been the one asking questions this morning.

Yumi, noticing Rick's distraction, cleared her throat to regain his attention. "Alright, Rick. We're done for now. If you remember anything else, feel free to contact me."

As Rick pulled out of the traffic police station, he couldn't shake the feeling that the day held more surprises. Just as he settled into the rhythm of the road, a flash of movement in his rear-view mirror caught his eye. There she was—the woman on the Harley, her sleek silhouette unmistakable against the backdrop of the bustling highway.

"Alright! Time to play," he thought, a playful smile creeping across his face. There was something exhilarating about the chase, the thrill of the unknown igniting a spark within him.

As he cruised along the highway, Rick adjusted his speed, the engine of his Land Rover purring smoothly beneath him. He felt a rush of anticipation, wondering what her intentions were. After a few moments of driving, he decided to take a diversion, veering off onto a quieter stretch of road.

Glancing back in the rear-view mirror, he confirmed that she was still following him, maintaining a distance but clearly not losing interest. The sight of her, confident and determined on her powerful bike, sent a surge of adrenaline through him. The game was on, and Rick was ready.

Rick drove casually, taking a few turns, each twist and the woman on the Harley expertly trailing behind him.

As he continued, the ambiance shifted dramatically. The once lively streets morphed into a shadowy expanse, where the buildings leaned precariously, their weathered facades cloaked in layers of grime. Suspicious characters loitered at the corners, their eyes darting warily as Rick drove by. Some leaned against dilapidated walls, exchanging murmurs that vanished into the air, while others shuffled past with furtive glances.

Rick's grip tightened on the steering wheel as he took another sharp turn, the buildings around him seeming to close in, creating a maze of dark alleys and unseen corners. The atmosphere thickened with tension, making it impossible to see what lay ahead.

The sun hung high in the sky, casting harsh light over the dilapidated buildings and uneven pavement, creating stark shadows that seemed to twist and writhe with secrets. This was the kind of place where suspicious characters lingered in doorways, and she was determined to uncover whatever Rick was hiding.

Quickly, she tapped the earpiece nestled snugly in her ear. "Boss," she said, her voice low and steady. "I might finally get something on Rick. He's heading into a suspicious area." There was a brief pause as her boss replied, but Sharon didn't wait for the full conversation. "I'll keep you updated," she said, cutting the call as she focused back on the task at hand.

With a flick of her wrist, Sharon activated a small camera mounted on her motorcycle. The lens whirred to life, capturing the scene as she continued to follow Rick, her concentration sharp. She maneuvered her Harley with precision, staying a safe distance behind, ensuring her presence remained undetected.

The camera's red light blinked subtly, recording every moment as they navigated the maze of alleys and suspicious characters. Sharon's heart raced—not just from the thrill of the chase, but from the anticipation of uncovering something significant about Rick.

The sun glinted off her bike's chrome, and she placed her hand on her face, momentary. Suddenly, Rick took a sharp turn into a narrow lane, and she lost him for the moment.