Jace arrived at a private investigator’s office that afternoon. He wore casual clothes. A simple dark shirt, sleek pants, and designer sneakers. Effortless, but expensive.
The office was small, tucked between an old bookstore and a coffee shop. Nothing flashy, just a single nameplate on the door:
Private Investigator Lena Hart.
A woman in her late twenties looked up from her laptop. Shoulder-length black hair, fitted blazer over a plain shirt. No receptionist. No team. Just her.
She stood when she saw him.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Jace."
"Good afternoon, Ms. Lena," he replied.
"Please, sit," she said.
She didn’t waste time as soon as he sat.
"You asked for a background check on a woman named Ava Voss. She owns a startup cosmetic company, right?"
Jace gave a slight nod.
She handed him a file.
He opened it and began reading.
Background: Comes from a well-off family.
Father: Retired government employee, now runs a flower shop.
Mother: Housewife. She helps out part-time at the shop.
Education: Graduated from Standfront University, a prestigious private institute.
Company: Founded Alchemira Labs using research from her final-year thesis. Initially self-funded. The company showed rapid growth, and was successful during its first year.
Jace looked up. "Was successful?"
Lena nodded. "Yes. I didn’t put the rest in the file as the information that follows is financially sensitive."
Jace closed the file. "What happened?"
Lena continued, "Ava claimed it was all self-funded, but her background doesn’t match the capital required. The expensive lab equipment, legal services, staffing, patents."
She eyed him briefly. "It just doesn’t add up."
"So I dug deeper. Turns out, she borrowed a significant sum from her uncle. On paper, he’s an investor. In reality, he’s much closer to a loan shark."
Jace’s eyes narrowed. "Was Ava aware?"
Lena tilted her head. "Hard to say. My guess is yes. But she still took the money. Desperation tends to blur morals."
She nodded. "Her company nearly collapsed. One of their face creams caused severe skin reactions. Five lawsuits followed. First four were minor, around $10,000 each. But the last one was $100,000."
Jace’s brows lifted. "What? That much?"
"Yes. No confirmation yet, but it’s likely the uncle orchestrated the fifth one. The woman who sued has previously targeted other startups her uncle was tied to."
Jace went silent for a moment. Not because of the details. But because Lena was thorough. Too thorough. He had chosen this small firm thinking she’d be surface-level. But this? She might end up digging into him, too.
He smiled and stood up. "Thanks for the info."
Lena was typing something. Then she stood and extended her hand again. "Oh, welcome."
She hesitated. "By the way... about the..."
Jace gave a small smile and answered before she could finish. "I transferred $200 before the job. The total was $400, right?"
She nodded, but her eyes were a little downcast.
"I’ll send the remaining $200. And an extra $200 for your effort," Jace added.
She looked up, eyes surprised.
"Also, continue investigating Ava’s uncle. I want to know if he has any... weaknesses."
Her face brightened instantly. She grabbed his hand with both of hers. "Thank you. I’ll do my best."
Later that evening, Jace reached his apartment building. He headed straight for Maribel’s door and knocked.
She opened it with a surprised smile. "Jace?"
"Is Camila home?" Jace asked.
"No... why?" she replied.
Without answering, he stepped in and kissed her. Hard.
"Jace—wait... the door’s still open..."
He reached back and shut it with one hand. His mouth didn’t leave hers. The kiss grew messy, his tongue pushing deep, wet and intense. His hands gripped her waist, pulling her close.
She pulled back slightly, lips red, gasping. "Jace... can we move to the bedroom?"
Jace didn’t speak. He swept her into his arms.
She gasped, caught off guard, and wrapped her arms around his neck.
He carried her to the bedroom and laid her down on the white bedsheet. Her hair spread over the pillow.
The room was quiet except for their breathing.
His voice dropped, thick with lust. "Will you undress for me... or should I do it?"
He kissed her ear. Her body shivered at the whisper.
She sat up and slowly slid the zipper down. Her dress, a single-piece, soft burgundy, fell to her waist. Her bra was visible, thin lace. Jace reached behind, unhooked it with ease, and slid it off.
Her huge breasts bounced slightly as she leaned down. He sucked her one nipple slowly, fingers teasing the other. She didn’t speak. Just covered her face, flushed red.
Then he slipped his hand under her skirt, tugging down her panties.
He went down between her legs.
His tongue licked her slowly at first, then faster, teasing the sensitive spot. His fingers pushed in, curling. Her hands grabbed the sheets. Her thighs trembled.
Maribel’s eyes widened. "Camila... she must be back from college."
Jace got up, pulling on his pants.
Maribel dressed quickly, adjusted her messy hair and rushed to the door.
Camila stood outside with her backpack. "What took you so long?"
Her eyes landed on her mother. She was sweaty and flushed. Her breathing was uneven.
"What were you doing? Why are you so out of breath?"
Maribel forced a laugh. "Nothing. Just... cooking."
Camila walked in. "Oh, Uncle Jace is here."
Jace was sitting on the couch, phone in hand.
He looked up casually. "Back from college?"
"All done for the day," she said, stretching.
"Mom, I’m starving. Make something?"
Maribel nodded. "I’ve already put the towel out. You can shower."
Camila walked to the bathroom.
Jace stood and went to the kitchen. Maribel was already chopping vegetables.
He hugged her from behind.
She jumped slightly. "Jace? Camila will see."
"She’s in the shower. We’ll hear when the water stops."
He leaned closer, pressing against her back. His voice low in her ear. "And my little brother downstairs is really, really angry."
She bit her lip. "Jace..."
"Just help him a bit. Use your... mouth~"
Her fingers undid his zipper. She pulled his pants and boxers down. His cock stood hard.
She circled the tip with her tongue before sliding her lips down, inch by inch, taking him deeper.
Jace let out a low breath. "Just like that."
Her pace quickened. Spit dripped down her chin as her hands stroked the base, working what her mouth couldn’t.
She gagged softly, but kept going, eyes locked on him. Her hands rested on his thighs.
Slurp. Gag. Wet sounds filled the air.
His hand gripped her head, guiding her down to take more of his cock. Her cheeks bulged as she swallowed him deeper, her mouth a wet mess of spit and pre-cum.
Their hearts skipped a beat.
Camila stepped into the kitchen.