Chapter 9
Time has flown by and it's now four days before Brinda's trial. I've never been this nervous that it could go south but now is a different story. Sexual assault cases rarely make it to court and when they do, they don't even have a full trial. Having a male as judge isn't helping my case either.
I'd usually talk to Oliver about this, but he's been busy with his own company and whenever we do get time alone, he either wants to 'make love' or talk about himself. Serene is out of town for a while, with Rachael, and is very busy with modeling and disturbing her time with her girlfriend who isn't her girlfriend doesn't feel right.
I seriously need to make more friends.
A knock came from my front door, and I stretched, setting my wine down and pulling my crop top down. I wore very short black shorts and a matching top with white socks on, my hair falling down my back. There was a man standing in front of me with a huge bouquet of blue and white flowers. "Is Mrs. Escarra here?" He asked with a clipboard in his other hand.
"That's me." He handed me the flowers and I was in absolute awe. Beautiful.
"Just sign here." I took the pen and quickly signed my signature. "Thank you have a good day miss." I closed the door as he left and looked for a card inside the hundreds of roses.
Fuck I need to see you again. Now. I miss you, butterfly. Especially your lips. - A.S
I blushed and went to set the flowers down on the kitchen counter, hiding the card in my phone case. I had been working on Brinda's case trying to make sure everything was perfect, when I got a text from him.
Alexander
Did you get the flowers?
Me
I did. Their beautiful.
Alexander
Only the best for my love.
Me
Where are you?
Alexander
With your husband. Why do you ask?
Me
What?
Alexander
His father wants to merge our companies so we're having a meeting. I might take him up on it, just to annoy Olivia. And I'd get to see you more.
Me
Can't wait to hear him complain about that all day. I doubt you'd see me; Oliver doesn't like me showing up at his work.
Alexander
I don't give a fuck what he doesn't like. I'll take his company just because I feel like it. This meeting sucks ass.
I laughed.
Me
Wait, are you in the meeting now?
Alexander
I am.
Me
It's very unprofessional of you to be texting your business partners wife.
Alexander
I do whatever I want. They need me I don't need them.
Me
I bet they do. I have to go, working on a case.
Alexander
I hope you win. I know you will. Have a good day, butterfly.
Me
Thank you. That means a lot. Have a good day, Alessandro.
Oliver had never wished me well with a case, hell half the time he could care less. I turned my ringer off before going back to my computer.
I had everything printed and all the evidence I'd need within an hour. Brinda had been nervous about the whole case and at one point wanted to just put it in the past and divorce him but, luckily, I talked her out of it.
I put all her paperwork in a brown folder and went to set my computer on the charger. I went to the bathroom, taking my clothes off, then stepped into the shower.
It was days like these that I wanted Oliver to be home. I had absolutely nothing to do and I'd be bored until he got here. But he always wanted to go out in public and spend time with me, even when I was tired. I didn't mind staying home and acting like a married couple for once.
I stepped under the steaming shower water and closed my eyes, trying to imagine a simpler life. I saw Oliver but my life with him in the future looked horrific; we were just yelling at each other.
Then I saw Alessandro. I was sitting on his lap, laughing as he just stared down at me with a smile. How can I imagine a good future with someone who isn't my husband? My mom would curse me.
I stepped out, after two hours, and wrapped my body with a towel. I walked out and put on pink lace panties and a matching bra. My phone started ringing and Alessandro's contact popped up. Initially I ignored it and dried my hair but after another three calls I answered.
"Why aren't you answering your phone?" He said as soon as I answered with a bit of irritation in his voice.
I put him on speaker and set my phone on the dresser. "Because I just got out of the shower. Plus, we just talked three hours ago."
"So?"
"So, I wanted some time to myself." I lied with a smile. I thought he hung up when he didn't reply so I went to check and there was a FaceTime request.
I sighed and answered it, letting the camera see the ceiling only. "Alessandro, you're at work."
"I want to see you. Now."
"Demanding. I'm half naked."
"I've seen you naked. Now set the phone up." I rolled my eyes and set the phone up, letting him see my face and breast.
"Happy?" I pulled my hair into a ponytail and started on my makeup.
"Very. Where are you going?"
I shrugged and made sure to wipe my face. "Probably out to get coffee then to the library." I started to apply magic serum to my face.
"And you're putting makeup on because?" His phone was set up, so I was able to see his beautiful face and that he was working on his laptop.
"Because Oliver likes me to look presentable when I leave the house." I started putting on pretty fresh moisturizer.
"You look presentable without makeup." He shook his head and scoffed at my comment. I was quiet for a moment as I tried to focus on not applying to much.
"Do you have friends?" I asked.
"They all annoy me. Am I annoying you?" I applied some well people concealer.
"Not annoying me, more so being all over me but it's okay. I like talking to you." I stippled it out with a brush.
"I just like talking to you. But if you want me to be less 'clingy' as you would say I will."
I stopped what I was doing and looked at him. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to sound rude I'm just not used to someone I have an intimate relationship with want to talk to me all the time. I like you being clingy." I smiled and went to pick up my beauty blender.
"Good because I was lying." I laughed and picked up the Charlotte tilbury contour. "You have a beautiful laugh."
"You're always complimenting me." I blushed.
"Because you don't get compliments enough." He said as I put on some glossier cloud paint and blended it.
"If I had a penny for every compliment I receive from you I'd be rich." I applied some hourglass translucent powder. "But thank you."
Someone walked in and it seemed to annoy him. "Boss, Oliver is here to see you." He rolled his eyes.
"Let him in." I put on some bronze in my crease while the powder sat. I wiped the powder away as someone entered his office again. "What is it you need?"
I stayed quiet. "Could you just spare us the time and decline my father's offer?" I picked up a pack of lashes and showed them to Alessandro, mouthing to him to pick one.
He looked at it for a second before choosing, "The fourth one." Oliver must be really confused right now. "And no. I think I'll take him up on it now."
I did my eyebrows and put on some lip liner before putting on buxom gloss. "Why would you even want to be a part of my company."
I put on my lashes. "First, I wouldn't be a part of your company you'd be a part of mine. Second I just feel like it."
I giggled and got up to go to the bathroom. "Damn. I like that color on you." He said, referring to the light pink thong I had on.
I walked back out with some hair supplies and a smile on my face. "Are you on the phone with someone?" I heard Oliver ask.
"That's none of your concern. Back to- fuck butterfly." I had bent down to grab something I'd dropped, giving him a full view of my ass.
"Stop it." I laughed and sat back down in the seat.
"Your very distracting." He adjusted himself in his seat. "Like I was saying, back to business. If that's all you wanted to talk about you can leave." His voice was deep and authoritative, sexy.
"How can someone be so unprofessional and still have this company." Oliver scoffed.
"Mainly because I know how to run a business." Alessandro said with a straight face. "I don't need daddy's approval for anything."
I sectioned and brushed my hair, trying my hardest to contain my laughter. I used some heat protectant before using the blow dryer inwards. "Your husband is like an annoying four-year-old."
I used hair rollers and bobby pins to hold my hair in place. "You're both arrogant."
"He's more arrogant than I am. How could you marry that thing?"
"Seventeen-year-old me though she was in love." This time I used the blow dryer outwards for the front pieces. I used the curlers and pins again before putting the dryer away.
"And now?"
I sighed and looked in the mirror. "Don't know. Why haven't you accepted his father's offer?" I asked trying to change the subject.
"I want Olivia to sweat." He smirked and looked at me. "What's up with your hair?"
I rolled my eyes. "I'm doing a blowout." He looked confused. "You'll see once it's done."
"Now, since I have to wait for about thirty minutes to take them out help me chose an outfit to wear today." He clam-shut his computer as I stood up and walked to my closet.
"You should wear pink more. It makes me hard."
I laughed loud and replied, "Your always horny." I pulled on a black classic romper and a Balenciaga coat over it. "Okay. This?" I asked as I walked out.
"Turn around." I did. "Pull the jacket up." I furrowed my eyebrows but did it anyway. "No. Your ass looks too good." I rolled my eyes and walked back inside the closet. I pulled on ripped jeans, a white shirt that I tucked in and a leopard print cardigan.
As I walked out, he started talking, "No, nope. Turn back around you look like a soccer mom." I laughed.
"Fuck you. I look like a hot soccer mom." I posed causing him to laugh an actual laugh. "You have a beautiful laugh." I mocked him and walked back to the closet. I pulled on a long-sleeved black dress that would reach my ankles and exposed a good amount of cleavage.
Once I walked back out, he asked me to do a spin and I did. He was quiet for a moment before speaking, "Beautiful." He smiled. "Hugs your body just right and your breast look amazing. Simple suits you."
"Are you sure? You don't think it makes my stomach look bigger than it already is?" I looked at myself in the mirror.
"Absolutely not. I don't like hearing you talk down on yourself so stop." He warned.
I smiled and said, "I like when you get angry with me." I flirted a bit causing him to raise his eyebrows slightly and smirk.
"Athena. Stop flirting with me." I laughed and sat back down on the seat.
"Stop eye-fucking me." I stated boldly and started taking out the curlers and bobby pins.
"I'll eye-fuck you and fuck you all I want." He said sternly.
"Someone's getting angry." I used some hair spray and after a few minutes I was finished. "So?" I asked. "You like?"
"I love it, butterfly. You look beautiful." I stood up and grabbed retro Jordan 1's, sitting down and slipping them on. "Are you about to leave?
I nodded, "Coffee then shopping then library." I pulled my dress down more and fixed my bra.
"I just sent you money. Use it." He demanded. I furrowed my eyebrows and grabbed my phone, going to my account balance.
"Why would you send me ten grand. That's way too much." I sat my phone back up.
"Then get me something, just spend it, okay?" I nodded. His eyes fell down to my breast. "Can I see?"
I grinned and shook my head, "I'm about to leave. You can see another time."
"No, I want to see them now. Please?"
"Is the Mr. Sinclair begging to see my tits?"
"Only for you." I smiled and stood up, pulling the top of my dress down a bit. "More."
"Please."
He stared at me annoyed, "More please." I moved the top of the dress down, revealing the light pink bra I wore. "I want to see skin." I unclasped my bra but held it so it wouldn't fall. "Please, butterfly."
I let the bra fall down and he looked like as if he was in a trance as he stared. "Alessandro?"
"Hm?"
"You're staring."
"Sorry, am I making you uncomfortable? They just look really pretty." I laughed and shook my head. I put my bra back on and fixed the top of my dress, making him groan. "Just a few more minutes."
"No, I want to be back before or around the time Oliver gets home." Alessandro rolled his eyes at the mention of him.
"I'll see you soon, yes?"
"Yes, see you soon."
"Bye, love."
"Bye, Alessandro." I grabbed the phone and kissed the camera before hanging up. It felt easy to talk to him, even if he was a horny shit a lot of the time. I grabbed my black Chanel handbag and keys before leaving and getting into my car.
I played Nothing by Bruno Major on the way to the coffee shop. I was a regular there so when I showed up my drink was made pretty quickly and as usual, I gave them extra just because. Although I'd wish for Oliver to want to be around more, being alone was calming, peaceful even. Just me and Bruno Major, no arguing or bickering, forced conversations, awkward silences, just me and my music.
I went to a few stores, trying to find Alessandro some nice things because I didn't want to use his money just for myself. I got him cologne, hoodies, chains and some other things he'd probably never use. I decided to get some house things, cleaning supplies, food, and things I'd need for a relaxing bath. I went to another five different stores, buying things like heels, dresses, and purses that wouldn't fit on my already full shelf.
Going on a shopping spree because I was bored was going to fuck my closet up and probably annoy Oliver. Wearing lingerie was never something Oliver noticed or cared for, at least when I wore it, so when I found myself in a lingerie store, I wasn't there for him I was there for Alessandro. I bought a loud of pink lace panties and bra's, even some pink lace bodysuits, then bought a few other colors.
When I felt I got everything I wanted, I stopped by the library and used the rest of the money, which was only four-hundred dollars, and bought books and bookmarks. I probably wouldn't read any of these for a few months, seeing as my shelf was already full and getting more crowded by the weeks. I hopped into the car and drove, looking at the time and seeing Oliver would be home in a few minutes.
Chapter 10
I took the short way home, trying to get there before Oliver so he wouldn't question me on all of the manly products I had gotten. I couldn't hide them in my car because we switch between mine and his when we're going out together, it would just be plain dumb of me to keep them in the garage.
"Fuck." I sighed, chewing my bottom lip while thinking about where to hide the bags. I walked into my closet, dumping all of my heels and other shoes out. I had brought Alessandro's things upstairs already so I stuffed all of it in the boxes, knowing Oliver wouldn't go through my things.
I had a few minutes left so I hurriedly put all the boxes back and ripped the receipt before throwing it away. Having a sidepiece is hard when you're married. I changed into a pair of short pants and a tank top that pushed my breast up.
Oliver's car was pulling in when I started putting up the things I bought for myself. I already knew what to expect when he walked in and threw his things on the bed where I was folding clothes. "Sinclair is going to make me strangle him." he said angrily. I highly doubt you could even reach his neck without getting on your tip toes but okay.
"What happened? And could you not throw your shit on a pile of folded clothes?" I said, refolding a few of them.
"Sorry, I've just had a terrible day." He took his briefcase off of the bed and went to take his tie off. "My dad wants to work with Sinclair. Like merge our companies."
"Why?"
"Because he sees no reason for us to be competing when we could be working together. I think it's a dumb idea, we'd look weak."
"But wouldn't it be good to partner with a powerful company like Sinclair? I mean it would benefit you."
"Are you saying that his company is better than mine?"
Yes. "No, but the stats are saying that. I actually agree with your father."
His shirt was off now, and he went for his belt. "Fuck what the stats are saying. Alessandro Sinclair is not a good businessman. When I went to see him, he was on a call with a woman, they were flirting, and it was like he didn't even acknowledge me." I bite the inside of my cheek to prevent a smile from forming.
"At least he likes being on the phone with his girl." I mumbled but loud enough for him to hear.
"A good CEO doesn't have phone sex with someone right in front of a business partner." He said rather annoyed with my statement. "Why does it seem like you want Alessandro to win?"
I laughed internally and said, "I don't." I lied. "But you can't be upset with your father for trying to grow his business."
"Our."
"What?"
"You said his, it's our business and soon to be mine."
I nodded. "Sure." I went to the closet and put up the folded clothes.
"You're agreeing with everyone else but me."
"I just think that you shouldn't let your ego ruin a good deal." I shrugged and went to pick up more clothes.
"My ego? Athena what's gotten into you?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean you've been putting me down non-stop lately."
I raised my eyebrows at him suggestively. "Oliver, you've put me down more times than I can count. I don't want to argue with you."
"When have I ever done something like that? -" He paused looking at the lingerie I bought. "You went shopping. Since when you wear lingerie?"
"I've always worn lingerie. Your just too busy to notice." I finished putting everything up and went to stuff the trash in the shopping bags.
"So now I'm too busy to notice my wife."
Well seeing as I got fingered right in front of you, I'd say so. "You do work a lot. We barely have sex, nor do we ever really spend any quality time together."
"You work a lot as well, Athena."
"But if my husband wants to spend more time with me then I can take a few days off. We have the money to at least take a thirty-day vacation."
"I'm sorry I can't be under you all day. I'm sorry that I'm trying to keep a roof over our heads."
I rolled my eyes and took the bags downstairs with him following behind. "I don't want you to be under me all day I'm just asking that when you are with me you don't find something to argue about. Like now, we could've been cuddling and watching a movie together or something if you hadn't brought your work issues home."
"Athena, I have to work in order to provide. Do you not understand that?"
I turned around pointing a finger at him. "Stop talking to me like I'm some dumb child. I work and work, but I never bring my shit home. Every time you come home; you talk to me about how work was. It's never 'Do you want to go out to dinner?' or you just holding me and laughing with me about nonsense."
We were back upstairs now, and he had changed into casual clothes. "I'm not going to sit here and argue with you right now. I'll be at Jacob's if you need me." he started walking downstairs but I ran behind him.
"You do not get to leave right now! This isn't making the situation any better, Oliver." I yelled.
"You and I both need to calm down. I'll be back later tonight." And with that he slammed the door shut. I blew out an angry breath and locked the front door. I was sick of him leaving whenever we had a disagreement, he was like a four-year-old child.
I went upstairs and just as I was about to call Serene her contact appeared on my phone. "Hey babe-"
"I am so fucking sick of Oliver!" I yelled, cutting her off.
I heard her sigh on the other end of the line before saying, "What happened?"
"Him and I just got into an argument over his business. Oliver's dad is making a deal with Alessandro to become partners and Oliver, of course, doesn't like that idea. We talked about it, and I brought up his ego then, that bitch, has the nerve to say I've been 'putting him down non-stop lately'." I paced the room, one hand on my hip and the other holding the phone to my ear.
"He left, didn't he?"
"Per usual." I scoffed.
"Athena, you guys have been married six years. Usually, I'd tell you to leave but that seems to be getting nowhere so just wait it out. Once he comes back home, calmly, talk to him and if he decides he doesn't want to hear you then go fuck and marry Alessandro."
I laughed at the last part, "I'm not marring Alessandro."
"You didn't say you weren't going to fuck him." I could see her wiggling her eyebrows vividly.
"Shut up, idiot. I've missed you, when are you coming back?"
"Few weeks. Rachael loves it here, so she wants to stay an extra few days."
"I hope you guys are having the time of your lives."
"Definitely better than yours at the moment." She laughed and I rolled my eyes. "Hey, when I get back, we can have a date night then go back to place and fuck?"
I laughed at her bluntness and feel back onto my bed. "I'd love to. But if you take me to some cheap restaurant then sex is off."
"I-" She was cut off and I heard someone talking on the other end, but they were pretty far. "I have to go. Duty calls."
"Alright, I love you. See you soon sexy."
"I love you too. See you soon baby." She hung up the phone and I threw it beside me on the bed. I'm so fucking bored I could scream. Just as I was about to, someone knocked and rang my doorbell. I groaned and sat up, not expecting anyone I looked through the peephole before opening the door to a delivery person.
"Athena Escarra?" I nodded. "I have a package for you, could you sign here please?" I took the package and held it on my hip as I signed the papers. "Thank you, have a nice day." I smiled at him before closing the door and walking to the living room, setting the package on the table.
What if it's, like, a bomb or something? I didn't order anything. Oh my gosh, what if it's a body part?
Shut the fuck up and open it.
But-
Athena.
I went to the kitchen to grab a knife and opened the box. I swear if I die- oh. I grinned and held up the black vibrator, among other things there were snacks, lace underwear, very expensive makeup products etc.
It was quiet enough to where I could hear my phone ringing, so I grabbed the package and ran upstairs. Of course, it was Alessandro and to not seem desperate I let it ring for a moment then answered. "Why did you send me a vibrator?"
He chuckled, his eyes falling down to my breast, "Your breast look extortionary and because you'll be wearing it for tomorrow night's dinner."
"What dinner?"
"Olivia's father informed me about having dinner at his place today."
I set the box on the bed beside me and laid down. "Stop calling him Olivia."
"No."
"It's rude." I said a bit defensively.
"I don't care. I've called him Olivia plenty of times and you've never seemed to have a problem with it."
"I've always had a problem with it, I'm just now saying something about it. You can't disrespect my husband, Alessandro."
He took a deep breath and was quiet before saying, "You've got a mouth on you today. Where are you?"
"Home."
"Your... partner?"
I sighed, "He left."
"Sounds like there's a backstory to that."
"Just another argument. I don't want to talk about him."
"You want me to give him a shit load of work?" He asked, making me laugh and smile.
"No, no, it's fine. What are you doing?"
"I'm going to accept Oli- Oliver's father's offer." The sound of elevator doors was heard.
"You call me at the worst times."
He chuckled and said, "I'm a very busy man but I make time to speak with you, even as I'm working."
I smiled, "Whatever."
I heard the sound of the elevator coming to a stop and talking in the background. "It's true. I like talking to you."
"He's in the conference room boss." I sat upright on the headboard, suddenly feeling nervous.
"I can hang up and call you once it's over." I suggested.
"No." I rolled my eyes at his stubbornness, "Afternoon, Mr. Smith."
"Afternoon, Mr. Sinclair." Oliver and his father were so similar, in looks and the way they spoke.
"Well-"
"Give me one moment." I heard Alessandro say, cutting off Oliver's dad, Olson. His facetime request appeared on my phone, and I sighed before answering it. "Okay, continue."
"We've already gone over profits, liabilities in both companies, partnership incentives etc. Do you have any questions about anything?"
I could see Alessandro rubbing his stubble as he thought, glancing at me every few seconds. "Oliver, your son. I don't want this partnership unless he learns how to respect me." His voice, deep and dominating.
Olson cleared his throat before saying, "I'll be sure to talk to him about his manners, my apologies on his behalf."
"Good. Now that we have that under control, my lawyer and I have already gone over the papers and I'm ready to sign. I hope you are as well." There were papers handed to him and the way the veins in his hand popped out as he signed was oddly sexy to me. How can someone make writing sexy?
"Pleasure doing business with you." He shook Olson's hand, thankfully Alessandro had me to where only he could see me.
Alessandro stayed in his seat and when the doors closed, signaling everyone had left, he groaned and threw his head back. "I'm so sick of this fucking job."
"No, you're not. Your just stressed."
He picked his head up and looked at me with a small smile. "You're so beautiful."
"Thank you." I blushed.
"Your eyes are the most beautiful shade of brown I have ever seen. I love your lips and how they taste like strawberries. Fuck, even your hair is gorgeous, I enjoyed watching you do it even if you did look weird when you had those cylinder things in it." I laughed, my face now fully red from his load of compliments.
"You're a flirt."
"Only to you, love. What are your plans for today?" He said, never taking his eyes off of me even as people spoke to him, he just ignored them and kept his attention focused on me.
I shrugged, "No clue. Serene is out of town for a few weeks and Oliver... is Oliver."
"I'm assuming Serene is the woman you were with at the gala." I nodded. "Oliver won't be back until later?"
"Don't know."
Alessandro was now in his office, setting the phone up so I could see him getting ready to leave. "I need company and you're the only human being who doesn't annoy me." I laughed. "Would you like to stay on the phone for the reminder of the day?"
"I'd be honored Alessandro." I smiled. I went to set the phone up then went to look on the dresser for a hair tie.
"You have a very nice ass."
"You've told me."
"I'll keep telling you." I pulled my hair into a ponytail and grabbed another just to play with. I sat up on the bed, my legs crisscrossed. "Now, tell me about yourself. Something you didn't tell me the night we met."
We talked on the phone for hours, and not the metamorphically hours where we talked for a few minutes, but actual hours. He told me about his brother, Kano, and how he's the second oldest then his sister, Rosa, who was the youngest but second smartest since Alessandro claimed to come first. He told me about his mom, Rosaline, who was the sweetest thing on Earth and his father, Michael, who can be an asshole but loving as well.
I told him about my brother, Damien, and my parents, Elora and Carson. He told me all about his childhood; a core memory being that when he was a child, he pushed his sister off of the top of the slide at the playground and got grounded for breaking her arm. I'd hate to be a sibling of his.
"My stomach hurts!" I shrieked through a fit of laughter. I had now slipped my pants off, leaving me in light pink lace panties and the white tank top. Alessandro was sitting in his bed as well in nothing but his sweatpants and a silver chain, his chest was on full display for my eyes.
"You're laughing at me for almost dying?" He put a hand over his heart and faked a sad expression. "I'm hurt, butterfly."
CHAPTER 11
Waking up, I found myself turning over and trying to go back to sleep when I saw Oliver and wished for Alessandro. It had to be somewhere around four o'clock in the morning and Oliver looked like he'd been asleep for some time.
I smiled, thinking about Alessandro and I's time on the phone, laughing and joking around for seven hours straight. Simple, I thought. He was... new. Something I'd never experienced, only being with Oliver. At sixteen I wouldn't have even looked in Alessandro's direction, mostly because of my father.
I think that's why my attraction to Alessandro is so strong; I was never able to experience the excitement of being with someone so dominant. But I can't blame anyone but myself for the infidelity, even if I want to blame my father and the rest of the world. I know right from wrong; I knew I shouldn't have let him touch me intimately, but I let it happen anyway. I let the passion take over and I fucking enjoyed it.
I enjoyed every bit of it, the night I met him and the night of the gala. His touch was like a drug that I craved for but knew I shouldn't and couldn't have. Just his presence sends my body into overdrive and my pussy throbbing. He had an effect on me that scared me because I wanted it so badly, I want him so badly.
But I'm married. Married to a man who loves me and who I love, just maybe not in love with him.
I threw the covers from over my body, walked to the bathroom and turned the shower water on. Throwing my clothes into the hamper, I stepped under the steaming water and let out a sigh of relief at the feeling of it burning my skin.
He wasn't here but I could feel his breath against neck as he kissed down it. I tilted my head to the side and held the loofah up to my chest, my eyes closed. His hand slid down my stomach while the other gripped my hips and pushed my ass further onto his hardened cock.
"Athena." I heard him say, his voice deep just how I like it. He bit at my shoulder.
"Athena."
"Athena. Are you okay?" I heard Oliver's voice now, causing me to snap out of my dream and see him naked behind me.
"Yeah." I breathed out, "Yeah, I'm okay." I sighed, upset at myself for imagining him while my husband was right behind me. Oliver walked up to me and kissed my cheek.
"Sinclair and his father are coming over tonight for dinner. Are you okay with that?"
"Sure." More than okay with it. "But we should talk before they get here."
"I agree. But first..." He trailed off, turning me around and picking me up. "I've missed you, baby."
I smiled falsely, "I missed you too." He kissed me softly, gentle. I hated it. He moved me so my back was against the wall and kissed down my neck. I tried so hard to feel something, anything, but I couldn't. It wasn't like when we were kids and wanted fuck all day, the sex got worse as our marriage grew.
When he brought his face up to look at me, I suddenly saw Alessandro instead. The sight of his face made me feel everything and I smashed my lips onto his hungrily. He went to suck on my neck and that's when I felt him enter me.
Right then I snapped out of it and saw Oliver again. I felt like a terrible person; imagining my husband was my secret lover. I was a terrible person. He deserved better than I could give, than I wanted to give him.
"Are you okay?" He asked, moving in and out me slowly but fast at the same time.
"No." I said and he stopped. "I'm not in the mood. I'm sorry, Oliver." I said, sincerely.
He set me down on the ground and kissed my forehead. "It's okay." He sounded irritated but tried to hide it. "I'm not mad. I'll wait for you in bed." He started walking out.
"Wait." I grabbed his hand and brought him back to me, kissing him. "I love you, Oliver."
He smiled, "I love you too, Athena." He kissed my lips again before leaving. I stared at the closed door, an immense amount of guilt flooding down on me. I turned back to the water, quickly washing my body, then dried off and changed into a hoodie and a red lace bra.
I crawled into bed beside and, again, he gave me a kiss on the cheek before turning over and mumbling a goodnight. I said it back and closed my eyes, trying to fall asleep but instead feeling Alessandro's arms around me.
When I woke up for the second time this morning, I was clutching onto a pillow and in a fetal position. The bright light peeking out through the windows made me groan and cover my face with the pillow. I sat up after a while and stretched, throwing the pillow somewhere on the bed.
I was glad I woke up alone, I didn't want to see Oliver's face and feel shameful for not wanting him there lying beside me. I took my hair out of its ponytail as I walked to the bathroom, brushing my teeth then walking downstairs to make see what Oliver was doing.
"Goodmorning." I said and sat on a stool, looking over at the flowers that sat beautifully near the sink and smiling.
"Morning." He set my plate in front of me, eggs and bacon being served. "You know, I've been meaning to ask about those flowers. Was there a card or something?"
I stuffed my mouth with eggs, thinking of some lie. "No. They're from Serene."
"Ah, Serene." Serene and him were never close. He hated her because he thought she was a bad influence on me and she hated him because he was a boring shit, quoting her of course. "Well, they are stunning." I nodded in agreement.
"Oliver-"
"I'm sorry." He interrupted. "I've been a shitty husband, just walking out whenever we argue and I'm sorry." He sounded sincere as he spoke and he even held eye contact but, as a lawyer, I felt he was just saying this to move past the subject. Nonetheless, I ignored my instincts and accepted his apology. "So, for tonight. Are you cooking or would you like to order takeout?"
"Cooking. This is a dinner party with your newest business partners, ordering takeout would be plain out unprofessional." Once I finished, I set the plate in the sink and walked towards the fridge.
"Should I drop by the grocery store before coming home tonight?"
I shook my head and poured myself a glass of orange juice, "No, it's fine. I'll go since I don't really have anything else to do." His phone started ringing and he groaned in annoyance before answering.
"Sinclair." He said, gaining my attention. "How can I be of service?... I'll be down there as soon as possible... I-... My father doesn't control me..." He sighed, clearly annoyed then said, "I'm coming now."
"Seems tiring." I laughed softly.
"He just makes my life ten times harder than it already is." I followed him out to the living room, going to sit on the couch as he went for his briefcase. "See you tonight, bye baby." He placed a kiss to my lips before leaving.
I held the cup to my lips, not drinking the liquid and waited for the door to slam shut. I set the cup on the table and rushed upstairs. I grabbed my phone and rushed to call Serene, luckily, she answered.
"Hey-"
"Alessandro's coming over for dinner." I interrupted. "Sorry, hi babe. How are you? Are you having fun?"
She was silent for a moment before I heard someone shrieking in the background. "Fuck me for a second. Why is your boyfriend coming to your house for dinner?" She yelled.
"Because Oliver, Olson and Alesandro have recently become business partners and they want to celebrate. Is Rachael with you?"
"She is. I have you on speaker. Now back to the dinner, what are we wearing?" I facetimed her, she didn't even let it ring twice before she answered, and I set it up.
"Okay. So, I don't want to come off desperate or anything, you know?"
"Let's start off simple, black or red." I went through my rack of dresses and pulled three of the hangers then laid them out on the bed. "When was the last time you spoke to Alessandro?" She asked just as I slipped my top off.
"Last night actually. We talked for seven hours before I got tired." I slipped my shorts off and went to put the black dress on. It wasn't unusual for me to undress in front of Serene, we'd seen each other naked on multiple occasions.
The dress was tight-fitting, showing off my curves and making my ass and breast pop out more. "This?" Rachael and her, were now sitting beside each other and they both tilted their heads, looking at the dress intently. I did a little spin.
"Eh. I mean it looks stunning on you, but it could show a tad bit more tits." Serene said after a while and Rachael nodded. "What'd you guys talk about?"
"Literally everything." I said as I slipped my dress off. "He told me about himself and his family and I told him about mine. It felt like he actually enjoyed talking to me; I didn't have to keep the conversation going and that felt really good." I slipped on another dress, it was black and short, a short v-line.
"No. Very boring." Rachael said as soon as I turned to the camera. I rolled my eyes but laughed and went to put on the last dress. It was a spaghetti strap dress and reached down to my ankles, leaving everything to the imagination. "Pretty but no."
I took the dresses back to the closet and grabbed a red one and black one, "I feel guilty though. Like, this morning at around three I was taking a shower and while doing so I was visualizing Alessandro. Then he came in and we tried but I just couldn't. I didn't feel anything, not one ounce of passion and I felt like an absolute terrible person, you know?"
"You don't seem to be feeling guilty now, seeing as your dressing up for him." Serene said as I slipped on the red dress. There was a mid-thigh slit, thin straps and was fairly long. It also put my breast up and made them look perfect.
"I'm not dressing up for him, I'm dressing up for Oliver." Somewhere deep down inside me I knew that was a lie and so did Serene and Rachael.
"Oh, that's pretty!" Rachael commented. "I like the way it hugs your body and doesn't overly show your tits."
I nodded and waited for Serene to say something, "I want to see the last option first." I slipped the dress off and put the black one on. It was a one shoulder mermaid dress with a side slit that reached up to my thigh. "That's perfect. Easy access to the fruit and gives the perfect amount of cleavage. My vote is for black."
"I'm split between the two. I love red but I adore black." She sighed deeply and took a minute before deciding. "Black."
"Great!" I said, taking it off and laying it out on the bed then went to put the red dress back. "Now for the hair and makeup."
Why was I anxious? Because Alessandro would be here in less than five minutes. I had already set the table with tonight's dinner, which consisted of filet mignon with a side of green beans and potatoes. There were two choices of newly bought wine sitting on the table and Oliver was already pouring himself a glass.
The vibrator he'd given me was already sitting inside of me. I wanted to take it out but the anticipation of what would happen if I kept it in made me chose to let it stay.
I was upstairs, finishing up my hair and makeup. Serene, Rachael and I spent an hour at most on Pinterest looking for hairstyle inspirations and finally found this 90's fluffy hair picture. Afterwards, I decided to do a simple natural look for my makeup.
Me
Fuck! My hands are trembling right now
Serene
Stop acting like a bitch. And stop texting me and go down there and be a queen. Don't embarrass me.
I was responding when I heard the door closing and voices downstairs. I took a deep breath and set my phone down on the bed before walking downstairs. "Ah, there she is." I heard Oliver say as I walked down. I kept my eyes on him, not wanting to feel more affected than I already was by his presence.
First, I saw his mom, Rosaline, who was absolutely gorgeous in her short red dress that showed off her slim figure. She had dark skin that the dress complimented. Her husband right beside her, Michael, was dressed in a black dress shirt and slacks. Alessandro and him looked exactly alike, Alessandro only being a younger version of him.
Then I looked at him. He wore a dark burgundy dress shirt, that gave me a great view of his perfectly sculptured chest, with his usual black slacks. "Athena, pleasure seeing you again." He gave me a beautiful bouquet of lilies.
"Thank you." I said taking the flowers, our fingers slightly brushing against each other's. Everyone shook hands, Alessandro instead kissing my cheek and letting his lips linger there for a few seconds to long. I set the flowers down in the kitchen before joining everyone else at the table. Alessandro sat right in front of me, Oliver right beside me.
They all chose Mumm Napa Brut Prestige before digging into their meals. "This is delicious, Athena." Alessandro complimented, looking at me with a small smile.
"That's great. I had to cook Oliver's partner the best of the best." I took a sip of wine and kept my eyes on him.
"I agree with my son. You'll have to give me the recipe." Rosaline's mother said.
Michael raised his glass, "Cheers to that and here to this new partnership that will hopefully grow both companies." Everyone's glasses clinked together, except Oliver and Alessandro's. Olson eyed Oliver, silently telling him to behave.
So," Oliver started, "How come you decided to give the Sinclair company to Alessandro? I mean your other son, Kano, seemed to be the perfect person to run a business such as yours." Alessandro's attention finally moved away from me and to Oliver with annoyance and anger on his face.
"Oliver." Olson warned.
"No, no it's fine." Michael wiped his mouth before speaking again, "Yes, Kano would have been good for the company, but he wasn't, and still isn't, mature enough to run the company."
"I think Kano would have been more mature." Oliver mumbled but it was loud enough for everyone to hear.
"I'm sorry about my son." Olson said slightly irritated.
Michael nodded, "Kids. It's fine." He tried to sound calm, but his face showed little signs of anger by the way his jaw clenched. Rosaline leaned over and whispered something in his ear, causing his jaw to relax and his eyebrows slightly rising. She kissed his cheek with a smile before going back to her food.
It was quiet for a moment before she decided to speak, "So, Athena, how is your case going?"
CHAPTER 12
I wiped at the tears and said, "I'm sorry but you deserved it. You threw a fork at him, I think it's only fair that he threw a knife at you."
"I was in the emergency room for days. He should be locked up right now."
"Well," I started. "He was a minor and plus your parents probably told the officers it was a mistake, coming from a lawyer."
"I love it when you go lawyer on me." He smirked causing me to laugh more.
"Oh!" I yelped and jumped up from the bed, leaving Alessandro confused. I went back and forth from my closet with shoe boxes until I had everything on the bed. "Okay. So, since I don't know when I'll be able to give these to you, I'm going to go ahead and show you."
"You got me shoes?" He furrowed his eyebrows, and I shook my head. I opened the first box and pulled out a few chains and colognes. "I got you these. They were very expensive, and the cologne smells great."
"I'm sure it does. What else did you get for me?" I pulled out a few stud earrings since I found men who wore them hot, even though Oliver absolutely hated them, and a pair of Nike joggers.
"Stud earrings because their hot. Nike joggers because... you just can't go wrong with having a few pairs of these. I got you these gray ones and a black one and matching hoodies." I set the things back in the box and set it aside before opening the next one. I pulled out a wallet, a workout bracelet and aftershave products.
"Okay. The wallet is here because I know men, for some odd reason, don't like to keep up with theirs and it has your initials in it. The workout bracelet because you just look like you work out. The aftershave because I have never seen you let your stubble grow so I know you shave a lot. And these are the expensive kind, so they have to work."
After twenty minutes or so, I was done showing him everything and when I looked up to the camera, he was just staring at me with a smile. A genuine smile. "Do you like everything?"
"I fucking love everything." I smiled brightly, glad that I hadn't failed at shopping for him. "I'm throwing out all of my colognes and only using yours."
"No, no. You smell really good with your original cologne, but still do use mine." I picked up the phone and laid back under the covers, the phone now pretty close to my face.
He mimicked my actions and said, "I could never get tired of looking at you." He smirked and looked over my face.
I looked at the time, noticing it was 11PM. "We've been on the phone for seven hours."
"Best seven hours of my life." I blushed just as I started yawning, turning my face away from the camera as I did so. "Are you tired?"
"No." I said, my eyes closed and my voice sounding sleepy.
He chuckled; I could feel his eyes staring holes into my face, but I kept mine closed. "I can't wait to see you tomorrow night." He said, but I was too tired to respond. "Goodnight, Athena.
I set my glass down and looked at her with a smile, "It's going great! Now, legally I'm not allowed to disclose any information but I'm really hopeful that we'll win."
"Aren't you afraid? Cases like these almost never win although it seems like you've been working really hard on it."
"I-"
"She's been working very hard." Oliver interjected. "She stays up all night on her computer." Rosaline furrowed her eyebrows at him interrupting us but quickly undid them and nodded.
"Based off your other cases, I'm sure you'll win this one." Rosaline complimented.
"You've seen my other cases?"
"Of course! You are one of the very few women lawyers who have made it as far as you have." She said truthfully.
I smiled brightly and thanked her. "I'm proud of you, Athena." Alessandro said and I had to bite my cheek to prevent myself from blushing.
"And once I get that promotion, Athena won't have to work again." Oliver said, kissing my cheeks and I furrowed my eyebrows.
"We never talked about that. I don't plan on ever quitting." While everyone tried to mind their business, Alessandro was full on listening.
He put his arm around my chair and leaned in to whisper, "We'll talk about this later." Your damn right we will, I thought to myself.
"I don't think she should have to stay home and be a housewife if she doesn't want to." Alessandro said, putting the glass to his lips.
"I think our marriage isn't really any of your concern." Oliver said back a bit angry.
"Well, Oli-" He looked at me, wanting to call him Olivia but seeing the expression on my face. "--Oliver, you've brought up a topic that you both haven't discussed, it's everyone's concern when you bring something like that up publicly."
"Have you ever been married? No. You haven't so don't tell me anything about my marriage."
Alessandro chuckled, getting angrier by the minute. He was about to say something that would've made this dinner worse than it already was when I decided to lift my leg and put my heel on his crotch. "That's enough. You both are going to be working together soon so it would do everyone a favor if you just settled this beef."
Alessandro was staring holes into my face, but I didn't dare look at him as an idea came to mind. I started moving my feet over his pants, already feeling his cock harden under my foot. "My apologies." He directed it at me, his hands moving up and down my leg, me smiling but biting the inside of my cheek at the same time.
"My apologies." Oliver said, not meaning it whatsoever. I tried moving my foot away, but he grabbed it and kept it in place in his lap. I looked at him and the sexual tension flowing through us both was strong, I bit my lip and his eyes fell to them, licking his own.
He picked his fork up, acting as if he was about to eat the little bit of food left on his plate but instead dropped it. They were too into their own conversations to notice Alessandro and I flirting with each other. He got onto the ground, taking my foot with him and kissed my calf before softly biting into it.
He got back up, leaving my foot on the ground and placing his fork on the table. "Where's your restroom, Athena?" He asked.
"Follow me." I tapped Oliver's shoulder, taking him out of the conversation with Michael. "I'm showing Alessandro to the restroom." He nodded and quickly went back to conversating, making Alessandro chuckle and shake his head.
He followed me upstairs and once we were out of sight, pushed me up against the wall and attached his lips to my neck. "You smell so good, butterfly." He mumbled. I pulled his head back by his hair and brought his lips to mine hungrily.
That guilt I was feeling prior to this was gone, all I was feeling was a need for him. A need to feel him. Hear him. The need to have his body hovering over mine was stronger than the want to save my marriage. It was because of me that my marriage was going to fail and in the very moment I couldn't care less about the consequences.
I moved away from him, grabbing his hand and walking quickly to the bathroom. As soon as we entered, he kicked the door closed with his foot and picked me up into his arms, kissing me roughly yet passionately. "I hate seeing with that asshole. It angers me whenever his lips touch any part you. Whenever his pale hands get anywhere on your body."
He walked me over to the sink, setting me down and moving his kisses to my bare shoulder. He pulled the strap of my dress down until my breast were out and pulled one into his mouth. He sucked on my nipple hard and massaged the other, a moan ripping up from my throat.
Did I care about getting caught? Absolutely not. Infact, it excited me to not know if my husband would walk in on me getting pleased by another man.
"W- we can't have sex." I breathed out, tugging at his hair. He moved his attention to my other breast, pulling the nipple between his teeth, biting down on it. I moaned but covered my mouth so it wouldn't be too loud.
"And why's that?" He asked, grabbing a handful of my hair and pulling my head back to have better access to my neck.
"I wouldn't want it to end a- and at some point, it would have to. Not here and not now." He pulled my dress down further, completely disregarding what I said, until it exposed my stomach.
"I won't fuck you." He kissed between my breast then down my stomach and planted soft kisses right below there. "I just want a taste." He pulled my dress further down until it hit the ground, leaving me braless and in the light pink panties he said he liked along with the black vibrator. "Fuck." He said in awe.
Alessandro moved my panties down so slowly and teasingly. Once they hit the ground, he just stared between my legs. I was about to close them, but he forced them open and put them over his shoulders when he had gotten on his knees. "Your beautiful, Athena." He kissed my inner thigh, leaving a few bitemarks, then kissed my lips.
When his entire mouth attached to me, I gasped and leaned back, grabbing his hair and pushing his face further onto me. His tongue thrusted in and out of my hole, I was a moaning mess at this point, keeping my hands on my mouth to not be overly loud. "F- fuck."
"So fucking good." He groaned against me, sending vibrations all throughout my body. I felt high. He was the drug making me feel every emotion there was. Oliver was out of mind at this point and all I could think about was his tongue pleasing the fuck out of me.
I felt his hand leave me thigh and I wanted to pass out when I felt the vibrator being turned on inside of me. "Shh, butterfly. You don't want to get caught do you?" He asked turning the level of the vibrator up, I whined as my legs started to shake. I bit into my hand to muffle the moans as much as possible but it was hard considering I had a vibrator lodged deep inside of me plus his tongue stimulating me.
He kept one hand wrapped around my thigh and used his thumb to circle my clit. My legs started to quiver as I felt my lower stomach tighten, my walls clenching around his tongue. His mouth started sucking on my clit harshly, his other hand now off of my thigh. Still sucking and nibbling on my clit, he pushed two of his fingers inside.
"S- Sandro-- oh shit." My release was coming, and I could feel it was going to come hard. "Faster." I panted and he obeyed. Moving his fingers in and out at a rapid pace while his mouth worked on my clit.
I gripped at his hair, my toes curled, and my head flew back as I let out a loud muffled moan. I came all over his mouth and he never stopped until my orgasm was done. Alessandro stood back, placing my legs down, grabbed my throat and smashed his lips onto mine.
I could taste myself on his tongue and moaned into the hard kiss. "Next time," He said once we parted, "I'll do more than just eat your pussy." I leaned forward to have a taste of his lips again, but he moved back, his hand still wrapped around my throat and eyes on my lips, then kissed me again. He kissed down my arm until he reached my hand and pressed a longing kiss on the butterfly tattoo while looking up at me.
That was fucking amazing, I thought to myself as he started to clean between my legs. "We should probably hurry and get back down there." I said, once he was done and quickly slid on my panties and dress.
I walked out first and once I reached the bottom step he started to come out. Once he was seated in his seat, I smiled and said, "Who's ready for dessert?"
CHAPTER 13
I could shit myself right now.
It's the day of Brinda's trial and here we are, a few minutes early to court. My hair was straight, light makeup, and I wore high-waisted army green dress pants, a matching color blazer and a simple black shirt. I slipped on black heels and grabbed my bag, checking the time on my watch as I walked downstairs.
The dinner went extremely well. After Alessandro and I... connected, I served everyone desert, which was a simple crepe cake. Everyone enjoyed it and as they were leaving, Alessandro placed another kiss to my cheek and thanked me for the night, subtly thanking me for our time in the bathroom.
I was pleased to say the least. But I still had this thought in the back of my head telling me that what I did was wrong, and that Oliver deserves better than me. Any other day I would be pondering in my feelings right about now but today isn't any other day, it's Brinda's trial day and any thoughts of my personal life would be shoved down the toilet and flushed.
Bella was here, but not with us, since after opening statements, I'd need to present my witness and she was my only witness. "It'll be fine. He won't even speak; it'll be like he's not there." I set a hand on her shaking thigh.
"No, you don't understand. I'll feel him. Even if he is far away, I'll hear his breathing a- and-" She choked, tears spilling down her cheeks.
I hugged her. I didn't know what else to do but hug her and wipe her tears. "Don't let him have this power or hold on you Brinda. When we get in there, don't let him see weak, even when we leave show him that your stronger." She nodded, wiping away at the rest of her tears. "Deep breaths. Come on." I took a few breaths in and out with her until her leg stopped shaking and she seemed calmer.
"Thank you-."
"The judge is ready." I nodded at the officer and waited until Brinda felt good and ready to enter the room. "Head held high." She nodded, breathed deeply and fixed her stance. We walked inside, side by side, and not once did she even glance his way even as he was staring holes into her head.
After the judge and everyone were seated, it was time for the opening statements in which the defense would go first. Nate Thomas stood, tall, dark brown hair that was slicked back and he wore a black suit and blue tie.
"As the judge just instructed you the defense doesn't have to stand here give an opening statement, the burdens not on the defense. We can sit back and wait and see what the evidence is, and the later team can come and try and poke holes at it, bring up issues. But we're not doing that, we're going to stand here today and tell you, at least based on revealed evidence, what this case is about. We often times hear people talk about no means no of course no means no, but the question really becomes, and you will see through the course of this case and in this case, the state of Atlanta versus Zac Dubois, did anybody ever really so no."
This fucking asshole.
"You and your husband get into a heated argument and you claim to be sexually assaulted," He looked over at us with a sly smirk almost unnoticeable, "There are studies on this, and they have shown this occurs. The plaintiff has said there was alcohol involved and cannot remember nights accurately but that does not suggest there was no consent." He looked away. "Some of you may not be comfortable with your verdict in this case. But nonetheless upon the close evidence in this case in the state of Atlanta we will especially submit to you, Mr. Zac Ryan Dubois the verdict is not guilty. Thank you."
I fixed my blazer as I stood up, he was whispering something in Zac's ear and from the small smile on his face they probably thought they had a shot.
"Brinda Dubois. Fighting with her husband in the late-night hours, attacked, beaten, and horribly raped. The state will prove to you throughout the course of this trial, all at the hands of one man," I pointed towards Zac, "the defendant, Zac Dubois. The defendant is charged with multiple accounts of intercourse without consent, assault, and assault with a weapon. For the three crimes he perpetrated on Brinda Dubois, his wife, over three months of their marriage he has since gotten no punishment. We'll see a lot of photographs, videos, and physical exhibits but most importantly you will see the defendant, Zac Dubois's telephone. You will hear and you will see the contents of that telephone."
I looked over at Nate with the same sly smirk he had given me before turning away. "You will see his face through all of this evidence and the state will prove to you, beyond a reasonable doubt, the defendant, Zac Dubois, is guilty as charged of all the crimes."
"I'd like to call our first witness to the stand." I started, going behind the table. "Bella Dubois." Nate's head snapped in my direction, not knowing that I'd be using Bella as my first piece of evidence.
What a fool.
Bella walked in, head held high and not glancing in her father's direction and was seated on the stand. The officer held a bible out and she placed a hand out and the other up. "Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth."
"I do." He walked away and she sat down.
"When was the first time you saw your father, Zac Dubois, hit your mother, Brinda Dubois?" I asked, leaning against the table with my arms crossed.
"When I was thirteen. We'd gotten back from a dinner and he claimed that she was looking at other men. When she denied he hit her over and over again."
"Had there been any alcohol beverages at this event? Or was your father sober as he abused your mother."
"Yes. There had been but I hadn't seen him drink anything."
"So you'd say your father was sober when abusing your mother?"
"Yes."
"Your witness." I said towards Nate as I sat back down.
He stood and walked in front of Bella. "You have a good relationship with your father, the defendant, no?"
"Up until last night he's treated me like a princess." She sat more upright in her seat.
He nodded. "But you have a better relationship with your mother, the plaintiff."
"Anyone in this situation would."
"Yes or no, Ms. Dubois."
"Yes. I do."
"So would you lie under oath for her?"
"Objection! He's putting words in my witnesses mouth!" Nate looked at the judge, silently asking if he could continue.
"Overruled. Answer the question Ms. Dubois."
"No. I wouldn't lie for her under oath."
"But you'd lie for her if you weren't."
"I- no." She looked over at us.
"Don't look at them look at me." She listened. "Where did your father hit your mother? Last night specifically."
"He slapped her first. Then grabbed her by the arm and threw her onto the table, making the vase fall and break. That's when he started to uh-... to take her clothing off." Brinda closed her eyes and put her head down.
"Did you see this happening, or did you hear it?"
"See. I heard the vase fall and that's when I walked out, and he had her under him."
"So you didn't actually see the abuse? You just heard the vase fall and assume that she was hit by my client."
"I mean, yes-"
"No further questions, your honor."
I'm going to kill that bastard and get away with it. He made it seem like she lied about the whole fucking scene. "Have you been hit or has anyone tried to harm you in any way in the past week?"
"My father. I tried to stop him, but he grabbed me and threw me against the wall. He was about to go back to my mom, but it was like something clicked in him and he came at me."
"What was he doing?"
She took a deep breath and said, "He was trying to take my clothes off. It was like he wasn't himself, something in his eyes had darkened. My mom jumped on his back and got him off of me, but she had gotten hurt more in the process. That's when she had hit him with a lamp and knocked him out."
I could see in the corner of my eye, the judge had pity in his eyes but not the kind of pity where he believed her but the kind where he didn't, and he was sorry about it. "No further questions. Your witness."
He sighed defeatedly and said, "No questions."
"If that is the case, this court is adjourned." He hit the gravel and stood, beginning to walk out.
"All rise." Everyone started leaving the courtroom and I had a sense that we had the upper hand in this case already.
"Bella did great. I'll be by yours tomorrow to discuss the video evidence we'll use next."
"Thank you. And I'm sorry about the press you're going to get because of this case."
"I assure it's fine-" The sound of camera's clicking and people yelling questions surrounded us. Literally. They were huddled up around us as we walked towards the elevator, but her bodyguards blocked them from getting a clear view.
We rushed inside of the elevator, and I let out a big breath and leaned back on the wall. "Nate is going to do everything he can to win. Mainly because if he loses to a woman, it'll ruin his reputation and also because your husband is a well-known man and he'll get a lot of publicity if he wins. If there is something you haven't told me, even the smallest things, then I need you to tell me now."
She stood quiet for a moment, deep in thought, before saying she didn't have anything. I nodded and waited until we reached the first floor. That wave of press wasn't anything compared to this one.
"My client has no comment on the matter. But I ask that you respect her privacy and do not bash her on social media." I gave Bella a hug and told her she did well before closing the car door behind her.
They were too distracted with trying to follow them to follow me, so I ushered into my car and quickly drove off. Fucking Nate is the worst lawyer to go up against. He's known for how he wins cases, which isn't always legal, but no one likes to talk about it. I had to win, not only for Brinda and Bella but for myself as well. If, no when I won, I'd feel like I was able to do something the world would be proud of.
I had gotten a message and it was, of course, from Alessandro.
Alessandro :)
You looked so hot in court. I couldn't come in person, but I saw photos.
Me
Awe, thanks. And it's fine I didn't expect to see you there anyway.
Alessandro
I'll be there next time to see you knock Nate Thomas off his ass.
Me
You're going to make me crash.
I set my phone down with a smile and went back to paying attention on the road. A call came in from my radio, interrupting my music, but I answered seeing as it was Alessandro, and he probably wouldn't stop calling until I did. "I would've texted you once I was home."
"I couldn't wait to speak to you any longer. Now back to your case, what are the possibilities of you winning?"
"I have no clue. It's only the first day and the way the judge was looking gave me a few doubts."
"You shouldn't doubt yourself. If you saw what everyone else sees in court then anyone would say that you have a real shot at winning."
I blushed, "Thank you. It means a lot to me that your supporting me."
"Someone has to. I know your husband doesn't."
Moment ruined. "Ale-"
"Sorry." He interrupted. "I won't bash your partner anymore."
"Good. How are you?"
"I'm great. The company is doing fantastic and that means I have money coming in so that's amazing."
"Your rich enough as is."
He chuckled and said, "That's why I donate. I have all this
money sitting around so why not help those in need."
"That's actually-" I honked my horn at someone suddenly stopping, causing me to almost crash into them. They had the audacity to pull the finger at me. "Aprende a conducir, puta!"
"That sounded hotter than I'm sure you intended it to be."
"Shut up. Anyway, as I was saying, that's really kind of you to be donating. Most people are selfish."
He chuckled, "Very weird mood swing. But my mother raised me so I couldn't be selfish if I tried. Am I going to see you tonight?"
"Why would you see me tonight?"
"Because of the party. We're celebrating the new partnership in public now."
"I didn't know there was a party. Was Oliver informed about this?"
"Of course he was."
"He usually tells me these things."
"Maybe he didn't tell you because he was going with that girl from the gala."
"Katie? No, they haven't talked since high school. Well, technically the gala."
"People would assume we haven't spoken since the gala and here we are, on the phone, talking."
I rolled my eyes, "I don't believe that."
"Alright, alright I won't say anything more."
"Someone is here to speak with you." Someone said as they entered his office.
"Who?"
"May Shaw. Say's it's about personal matters."
He sighed annoyingly and told him to bring her in, "I have to go, Butterfly."
"Oh, okay. See you soon."
"See you soon." Any other time he'd be urging me to stay on the call with him when he was meeting someone and now that it was a woman it was different. I know I didn't have a right to be jealous, we aren't in a relationship, and I am married, but I was.
I didn't stop thinking about this May Shaw even after I was home. Just to put my mind at ease, or that's what I told myself, I grabbed my computer and searched her. She was beautiful; slim, short, blond hair, dark green eyes, and nice lips. I see why Alessandro would be attracted to her.
I saw a few photos of them together at events, no more than three thank goodness. I closed my computer and set it aside, I was trying to hold back from stalking this woman. After showering, I changed into shorts and a tee before crawling into bed.
Today has been exhausted.
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