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The woman was on top of Brax. Kaci or Laci or some such name. He couldn’t remember her name. But she was working it hard. Working her ass off. And she was moaning and groaning and moving that perfect body of hers as if it was the best she ever had.

But he wasn’t feeling it.

Not even a little bit.

They were at her mansion, and she was putting on the show of shows for him in her bedroom. But he had a slight problem. After the night he slept with Roni, no woman had been able to satisfy him the way they used to satisfy him. It was like he was feasting on beans and wieners when he’d feasted on steak. It was a hard meal to top.

And ever since their relationship became more than just friends, even though they both knew it was more than that for years, it changed his need for speed too. He was still going out with various ladies, but nowhere near the level he used to. And he had yet to cum with one.

But just like all the others, Kaci or Laci was doing her best to impress him too. And he usually, eventually, got into it and made something out of it. But tonight was especially hard. He couldn’t get into any of it. It became such a nothing burger to Brax that he eventually gave up himself and tossed her off of him just as her groans were getting louder and she seemed about to cum. He couldn’t even wait to give her that satisfaction.

The woman looked at him in disbelief. Did he not realize, her look seemed to say, how many men would literally die to be with her?

Brax saw that look too. “It’s not you,” he said. He couldn’t count the women that gave him that same look lately. “It’s not you.”

“Then what’s the matter?”

“Nothing’s the matter. I’m just not feeling it. Something’s off. And don’t ask me what because I don’t know what. But it’s not you.”

It sounded like doublespeak to her. And she was pissed. She laid down beside him shaking her head. He looked at her. She was really a knockout in every way. But something was off. Something was wrong.

“I’m sorry,” he said to her.

“You’re infuriating,” she said to him as she reached over and grabbed her gold cigarette case from her nightstand and pulled out a cigarette. “I hope you realize that.”

His phone began ringing. “I never promised you a rose garden.”

“You never promised you’d be a dick either,” the woman said as he leaned down and grabbed his phone out of his pants pocket. His pants were still on the floor when they hurriedly undressed. “But that’s exactly what you are,” she added. “A world class dick.”

Brax looked at her. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, sister. I can show your ass what a world-class dick really is if you keep on. So watch yourself,” he added.

The woman lit her cigarette and took a long drag on it. He was full of shit as far as she was concerned.

Brax looked at his Caller ID. As soon as he saw the name, he answered quickly. “Is she alright?” He was asking the question before the caller could get a word out.

“She’s okay.” It was Dean. “But the situation is a mess, sir.”

“What happened?”

“One of our fellow detectives dangled Roni out of a ninth floor window.”

Brax was floored. “He what ? He jumped out of bed. “I thought you said she was alright?”

“She is, sir. She’s okay. He pulled her back in.”

Brax exhaled.

“But when he pulled her back inside the apartment, her temper took over and she dangled him out of a window.”

Brax couldn’t believe it. “She what ?”

“And she accidentally dropped him, sir,” Dean added.

When Brax heard that last comment, his heart dropped too. “Good Lord,” he said softly, like a prayer, because he knew what was going on with Roni now. He knew how badly she was going to beat up herself about that awful mistake, regardless of the piece of shit that cop undoubtedly was.

“She wants me to call it in, sir. She wants me to call--”

“Don’t you dare call anybody!” Brax ordered. “Where is she?”

“She’s trying to revive the detective. To no avail.”

Brax removed his condom, tossing it in the wastebasket, and began putting on his pants. “Put her on the phone,” he said as he maneuvered.

He could hear Dean walking over to Roni and then handing her the phone. “Who is it?” he could hear Roni saying. “Cap?”

“It’s me,” Brax said over Dean’s phone’s Speaker. “And don’t you call anybody.”

“How did you?” He could hear the confusion in her voice. “How would you know about this?”

“Don’t you call anybody,” Brax said again. “I’m on my way.”

“But how would my partner have your number?”

“Did you hear me? Don’t your ass call anybody until I get there. Do you hear me?”

“Yes I hear you. Damn!”

“Put him back on the phone.” Brax didn’t want to say their names in front of his lady friend.

“I’m here,” Dean said over the Speaker.

“Text me the address. I’m on my way,” Brax said, and then ended the call.

When Brax ended the call, the now exasperated woman leaned up in bed. “Where are you going?”

“Business,” he said as he grabbed his suit coat, shirt and shoes, and began hurrying for the bedroom’s exit.

But the woman wasn’t buying it. “What business would you have this time of night?”

“Mine,” Brax said, and hurried out of the door.

“Asshole!” she yelled at him and threw a pillow at the door.

But Brax knew the kind of trouble Roni was in. He wasn’t giving that woman a second thought.

By the time he made it to his car, he was already on the phone with the commissioner.