the ceo who loves me

n disgusting old. - I am fine. Let me go. - I tried to be polite and aggressive, but he didn't understand. He tried to pull me towards him, and that's when I pushed him, making him fall on his

t going to come near you... - The words died on my lips when I saw that I was shouting obscenities at a police officer. Damn. Awkwardly, I stopped cursing him and waved. "I'm going to need to see your ID," demanded the officer I hit. "I don't have that with me," I blurted out, and he looked irritated. -But it's here somewhere. He sighed. - Let's go outside. With slumped shoulders, I followed him. I was already in enough trouble and knew it wasn't in my best interest to argue. As soon as we left, someone was pointing at me. - It's her! She's the bitch who started the fight. My mouth dropped open at the audacity on the old fool's face. It was his fault. If he hadn't touched me, we wouldn't be in this situation. "You touched me," I spat back. I pointed my finger at him and took a step towards him, but the officer gently pulled me back. - Ma'am, I'll need to see your ID, or we can continue this conversation at the police station. Chapter Two I couldn't say that riding in the back of a squad car had ever been on my bucket list, but now I could check it off. - I swear I'm not a bad person, - I told the police officer. "Said every criminal ever," he replied. I snorted. Whoever stole my wallet was going to pay! How, I didn't know yet, but I would be creative. Sugar in the gas tank seemed like a good idea. I would really be doing karma work with that one. - Who casually goes to a strip bar? - I asked while nodding to myself. He looked at me in the rearview mirror and shrugged as if I was right, which I was. It wasn't a fancy strip club where you found old Connecticut money. This was a Levis and a plaid shirt kind of establishment. And I was afraid it was me being too generous. I was quiet after that because he turned onto Main Street and my heart sank. A nostalgic feeling came over me. It had been a long time since I walked these streets. Going to Franny's house on my birthday for a special meal and ice cream while I ran in circles around the kiosk. I was so busy reminiscing that I almost forgot where I was. The police officer parked next to the police station and opened my door. At least I wasn't handcuffed. "Not much has cha