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Rousing Obsession (cont.)

I wake the next morning with a pounding headache. Casually blinking in the beams of light from the sun that are torturing me through the large floor to ceiling windows. As I turn around taking in my unfamiliar surroundings, I notice I’m lying in a large empty bed in an empty white room. Seriously, there’s nothing in here but the bed. “Oh shit!” I shout out as tiny specs of memory return. Don’t you know better than to go home with strangers? The last thing I remember him saying. “Oh shit! I’m ‘bout to die!” I shout jumping from the bed. I go to the door furthest from the bed first, pulling and twisting the doorknob frantically but it won’t budge. My heart races not knowing what to do as I race for the remaining door. It opens. “Calm down Ronnie.” A nickname my ex used to call me. I take a breath before stepping out into the hall. You would think in my situation, I would be trapped in some dark dungeon-like hole but I’m not. It’s actually quite a nice home, but as I walk the hall there are marked shapes on the wall where pictures used to be…obviously there’s something I don’t need to know. I grab on to knobs to see what’s unlocked as I pass doors of the hall with no luck.

Finally, I find myself back where I’m familiar. The living room…and the front door. Of course I run ready to get out the house but it’s locked from the inside. “Shit.” I whisper hoping he doesn’t know I’m trying to escape his quaint fortress. Suddenly, I hear humming and the smell of bacon cooking in the kitchen.  He’s in there relaxed as if he doesn’t have a captive in his home. Staring out the window, I see there’s really no place to go being in the middle of nowhere. The nearest neighbor is so far away, if I did make it out of here he would for sure catch me. I do notice my car now parked in his driveway however. He can’t possibility consider letting me live after this, he must have taken my car in case someone comes looking.

I hesitantly walk toward the kitchen scared shitless tugging at the large T-shirt I just realized he put me in. Holy crap, he’s seen me naked! Oh my god I almost fucked him in the bar bathroom. See, that’s why you don’t listen to your friends…now I’m kidnapped.

“Are you gonna come in here? Or just lurk around?” He says from the kitchen. My body shivers not wanting to be anywhere near him. If he wanted me dead, I would be. Take a breath. I slowly step into the kitchen with my head down scared to look at him. I see him place a plate of food down on the table and pull out a chair. He doesn’t wait for me to sit, instead going to the opposite side and taking his own seat before pouring two glasses of orange juice. I finally get up the strength to look at him as he sits back in his seat and gestures for me to sit. His delightful smile somewhat still there but now I fear him. I take the seat noticing he’s given me two strips of turkey bacon and scrambled eggs with lots of cheese. That plus the orange juice is something I eat every morning. How does he know? I suddenly find myself unable to breathe now realizing he’s been stalking me. “We’ll talk after you eat.” Weighing my options, it’s best for me not to piss him off, and just eat.

After eating as much as I could, he grabs our dishes and cleans up as I just sit there wondering if I’ll ever see anyone I love again. I want to know why I’m here. How long he’s been watching me? Mostly, is he going to get rid of me? “Why am I here?” I courageously blurt out. After I said it, I wish I hadn’t as he turns to face me drying his big hands. He stares at me with those brown eyes that captivated me…tricked me…last night.

“In due time.” He says. He then holds out his hand expecting me to take it, but I’m just too disgusted to touch him. I feel so…betrayed. Which is ridiculous considering I don’t know this guy…I’m the one that chose to come here. “I’m not gonna hurt you Veronica.” He says somberly. For some odd reason, I actually believe him. The fact that he’s taken me, drugged me, and is keeping me here has not changed that compelling urge to trust him. I take his hand and he leads me to a different room…with furniture. “You may shower here.” He says walking me to the bathroom. “Some clothes in there.” He points to the closet opposite the bed and walks out closing the bedroom door. Why is he treating me like an expected visitor? Of course I go through the dresser drawers and nightstands trying to find anything about him or his family, but there’s nothing. Dammit. There’s no use. I contemplate finding something to break the glass in these tall ass windows but that would make too much noise. I wouldn’t get very far at all…and I don’t know where I am. Therefore, doing what he has asked will be best.

I quickly shower wanting to get answers to my questions, and feeling obviously uneasy in my captive’s home. However, going into the closet he pointed to earlier only infuriates me. “He’s been to my house?” I whisper. I step into the walk-in closet only to find all of my own clothes, shoes and even purses. What the fuck? “Son of a bitch!” I shout too loud. He certainly heard me and I honestly don’t care at this point. The fear the paralyzed me has turned to venomous rage. I grab a pair of stretch pants and a large sweatshirt from the closet and get dressed quickly. Enraged, I march down the hall to find Luke sitting on the couch with the newspaper up covering his face.

“Yes…I’ve been to your home.” He says answering my unasked question. He folds the paper down placing it on the coffee table before standing in front of me with his hands folded behind him. For some reason he smiles at me as if this is a goddamn game. “Okay…so you’re mad.” He can’t be serious…there is something mentally wrong with him. I’ve got to get the heck out of here.

“Luke…why am I here?” I ask trying to remain calm.

“For your protection.” My protection? There’s nothing going on in my life that I would need guarding from. I lead a simplistic, drama-free life for the most part.

“You’re gonna have to elaborate.” I say confused.

“Have a seat.” He says pointing to the couch. I do as I’m told, now pretty damn sure he’s not going to kill me at least. He sits beside me and hands me the large envelope on the coffee table. “Open it.” Oh god, the last time he gave me something I was knocked unconscious. I suspiciously open the filled package and pull out a large packet clipped together. When I turn it over, there is a picture at the top that’s covered by the large black binder clip. However, I could see the name on the file clear as day…Quinton “Q” Lathan. Oh god. Just to be sure I remove the clip that’s hiding the photo…it’s him. My heart starts racing as I slowly glance back at Luke.

“Why do you have this? Who are you?” I whisper. He suddenly gets quiet and visibly agitated. I should be the one uneasy. He has a folder with information on the murder of my ex-boyfriend…well fiancé. I stand dropping the papers to the floor feeling the urge to erupt into a crying fit. “Answer me dammit!” I shout stomping my foot like an errant child.

“He’s my brother!” He shouts.

End Part Two.

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Rousing Obsession

             After a long, challenging day at work I decide to grab a drink at the bar down the street. It’s not like I have anyone to go home to, and I need to relax a bit. Walking in, now leaving the brightness of outside and into the darker eloquence of the upscale bar, I feel at ease. Even though it’s always crowded with the well off and arrogant, I love the selection of smooth jazz that plays softly in the background. I just try my best to ignore the idiots that try and hit on me. Sitting at the bar taking a sip of my apple martini, I scan the room taking in the laughter and sounds of the carefree enjoying the company of their significant others or friends. Noticing all the handsome smiles guided in my direction gives me a little excitement. After all, I am a woman and I have been told I need to give men a chance. They may be right, I am thirty and single. Crossing my legs and letting my skirt rise just enough to show some thigh, I eye the tall impressive chocolate man across the room. I watch him, gazing at me as I swing my ponytail to the other side. He seems to be here alone as well, and most important not wearing a wedding ring. Unlike some women, that actually matters to me.

                Finally getting up the courage, he saunters my way never losing eye contact. Of course I dare not look away either. I wouldn’t want him to think he has the upper hand after all. I admire his strong manhood in a navy blue perfectly tailored suit, towering over me at six feet or more…definitely fuck me potential. There not being any seats beside me, I turn to face him seductively switching my crossed leg. “I wasn’t gonna wait much longer.” I say smiling slightly.

He chuckles. “I certainly wasn’t gonna let someone else catch your attention.”

“Oh LET someone…is that right?” I say taking another sip.

“That’s right. I had to know why you’re here alone.”

“If that’s a way of asking if I’m single…I am.” I say raising my left hand. Just then someone leaves beside me, so he takes the seat.

“Good…then I have you to myself for a bit.” He smiles leaning in close. The smell of his cologne captivates me, sending a scintillating chill through my excited body.

“A bit…depends on how well you do.” His teeth are so white. He laughs out loud causing me to giggle.

“Oh how well I do.”

“That’s right handsome…you need more than looks to keep my attention.”

“And how exactly are you gonna keep mine.” Okay, so he can keep up with me. I like that. I lean in closer, so close any on-looker would think we’re about to present a free show.

“I think I can handle that.” I respond letting my hand follow the length of his tie. He lets his intriguing brown eyes roam my body his nervousness obvious. My womanhood maintaining dominance over our intimate encounter.

“I’m sure you can.” We gaze through each other no doubt imagining our naked bodies entangled playing out our salacious desires…at least I am. Snap out of it girl, we haven’t even exchanged names. I back away from him taking another sip.

“Veronica.” I say extending my hand.

“Luke.” He says placing my hand between both of his. His caress pulsates through me which makes me gradually remove my hand. No one has ever made me feel this way…so soon. “You’re a very captivating woman Veronica.” He says grabbing the bartender’s attention to order a Whiskey Sour.  I watch him take a sip before reverting his welcomed attention back to me. “So tell me more about you.”

“That could take all night.” I say giggling.

“I hope so.” He says taking another sip. Oh god, I can already tell he’s going to have my panties off soon.

We spend the next two hours talking about our work and family lives. He tells me he’s a financial advisor about to start his own firm, married once and no children. I of course pressure him into telling me more about his marriage, wanting to know why it ended….pretty understandable question I think. I find myself telling him entirely too much about myself. Something I would never usually do. For some reason I even mention my deepest secret, something I haven’t talked about in years…the murder of my ex. Talking about him brings up emotions I thought I’ve suppressed, but talking to Luke somehow eases my sorrow. Not sure how he’s able to do that, but his paralyzing charm possesses me easily. The more exciting our conversation becomes, the more enticed I feel. There’s nothing sexier than the confidence of a strong attractive man. I need a break.

“Excuse me a moment Luke.” I say touching his hand then head towards the restrooms hoping I’ve hidden my lewd thoughts. Luckily, at this time most of the after work crowd has gone and there’s no line in the bathroom…or anyone in there for that matter. I stand in the mirror, staring at myself as women do. I adjust my ponytail making sure my hair is flat, and run my hands down my clothes picking at the shape of my body.

“Certainly you know you’re beautiful.” I hear Luke’s voice, never hearing the door open. Was I that preoccupied mocking my imperfections?

“You do know this is the ladies room.” I joke not wanting to face him. He walks behind me standing close but not touching me. We stare at each other through the mirror silently, but our yearning loins speak loud enough for the both of us. He inches closer places his hands on the sink at either side of me. Our magnetic energy travels between us, making the need for us to touch stronger. “Feel that?” Oh I definitely do. I look away from him, needing him to give me space…or at least my brain does. “Don’t get all shy now.” He whispers. He leans in softly kissing my collarbone, continuing up toward my ear. Why am I letting him do this…and in here? Anyone can walk through those doors.

My body won’t let me resist him, as I lay my head back against his shoulder giving into his rousing seduction. He turns me quickly and lifts me onto the counter. God, I’ve never been so happy to be in a nice place with a very clean bathroom. He stares through me, his brown eyes wanton as he wraps my legs around his waist. Why must I be wearing a skirt right now? Leaning me back and pulling my pelvis against his I feel his engorged shaft growing against my warmth. He kisses me unhurried, grinding his dick against my pussy making me feel provocatively needed. Am I really going to let him fuck me here?

“We-can’t-do-this-here.” I blurt out in one breath as he continues to kiss me. He stops suddenly still steadily grinding against me as he eyes me passionately.

“I’m fucking you tonight.” He demands. Now, I should be getting the hell out of there. We barely know each other and he’s already taking ownership. Instead, I’m imagining him taking control of my body…and I can’t wait.

“You’re place?” I say out of breath. He doesn’t answer me, he just lifts me down fixing our clothes and pulls me from the bathroom and straight out the bar to his car.

“What about my car?” I giggle.

“We’ll worry about that later…don’t need you changing your mind.”

We drive in his black Infiniti silently as he rubs my inner thigh stealing glances as he drives. My warmth still ready and moist as he lets his pinky graze my lace panties. We don’t seem to drive for long, but his home is in the middle of nowhere. I admire his large house as he pulls into his garage parking quickly. I take my time getting out as he waits patiently holding open the car door. Walking into the foyer, I remove my shoes as he takes off his suit jacket and tie. I follow him into the kitchen where he grabs two glasses and a wine bottle placing them on the counter. As he pours the wine, I take the opportunity to look around in search of someplace comfortable to sit.                

Finding my way to the living room, I sit on the long white leather couch staring through the skylight in the high ceiling. It’s so beautiful here.

“Here you go.” He says handing me a glass. “I’ll be right back.” I smile as he walks away no doubt wanting to get out of that suit. I drink the wine quicker than I should’ve noticing my nerves starting to kick in. It doesn’t take long for those nerves to turn my stomach…or so I thought. I start to feel woozy and dizzy. What the hell is going on? I look at my now empty glass and fall back against the couch. Did I drink too much? Finally Luke returns still in his suit pants and shirt untucked.

“Luke…I’m not feel-well..I-“ I can’t find the words.

“Don’t you know better than to go home with strangers?” Everything goes dark.

End Part One.

Arousing Objections (Part Three)

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Part Three

Breathe Alex. As I walk toward my office, I try to keep our salacious rendezvous out of mind. Sitting at my desk I go over the case I should hand over to someone else…State v. Robert Thoms. What the hell am I doing? I’m confident with the decision I made last night, Robert being the lesser of two evils. First thing’s first, I have to visit our A.D.A. Ellis Elliot. I have to verify this sexy asshole’s story. Yes, he is quite handsome. I smile thinking about him as I walk toward Elliot’s office. This is ridiculous, I should be concerned about these new revelations. Instead my mind wonders to my titillating morning.


“So…” He whispers grabbing my hand.

“I’m not sure what you’re expecting Robert.”

“You know what I’m expecting.” He asserts.

“You think ‘cause you’ve shown me all that I’m gonna just spread my legs.” I snap walking away from him and plopping into his oversized brown leather recliner. “If anything it shows me how much of a jackass you are.” I slouch back crossing my legs letting my eyes wonder the room. Right away I regard the photos on the walls now seeing why he kept me from his home.

He walks over kneeling before me, grabbing my hands into his. “Ally, I need to feel you.” He whispers gazing with those hazel puppy dog eyes. Ugh. I hate he has this hold on me. Slowly, I pull my hands from his grip, uncrossing my legs and standing as he drops his head to the floor aghast. After lifting my skirt to grab the waist of my stockings, I seductively roll  them down. He eyes me intrigued as the stockings reach my ankles. “I’ll take it from here.” He says surreptitiously. He places my hands on his shoulders before lifting my legs one at a time to remove my heels and stockings. Before I could resist he quickly spreads my legs before lifting one on his shoulder ramming his long tongue inside me. Oh my.


 “Alex!” I hear my name called disrupting my lewd thoughts. I turn to see Berger flagging me down.

“Mr. Berger.” I smile waiting for him to speak, but he returns a flirty smile instead.

“Do you have a moment? I wanted to discuss something with you.” Oh shit! I hope he hasn’t found out. As if Thoms has screwed me from here to Sunday is written across my forehead.

“Is everything okay?” He smiles again grabbing my hand.

“Everything’s fine. I want to go over the Thoms case.” Damn!

“Well, I can’t now. I have a meeting with Mr. Elliot.”

“My last meeting’s at five. I expect to see you in my office at six.” He demands. Oh, he’s serious as hell.

“Okay. I’ll be there.” He smiles before scurrying away. I’m not prepared to deal with this shit right now.

I take a breath before knocking on Elliot’s open door. This conversation should be interesting to say the least.

“Alex, come in.” He says standing to greet me. I’m sure he won’t be smiling once I talk. Elliot towers over me shaking my hand leading me to a club chair in front of his large desk. “So, what brings you here?” He asks sitting beside me.

“I know everything.” I say staring at my fidgeting hands. I figured it would be best to just say it. He stands to hurriedly shut the door of his office then remains standing in front of me quiet.

“Everything?” He asks now leaning his butt against his desk as I look up at his worried big brown eyes. I never noticed how similar they appear. “So, Robert’s your brother?” I ask cautious. He sighs relaxing his broad shoulders.

“That we are. We went in two very separate directions. I fix things the legal way…he does things more….well, there’s no way to sugar coat this Alex. My brother gets hired to hurt people. Sometimes, that’s the only way to get answers.” He says shaking his head.

“I take it you knew about us all along?” He returns to the seat next to me staring warmly.

“Yes, he’s fond of you.” He says with an awkward smile.

“I swear I didn’t know I would end up having to prosecute him.”

He chuckles. “I know that. Question is will you continue the relationship?” He stares waiting for the correct response. I look at him as if I’m a child who’s just stolen a cookie. “You didn’t.” He gasps.

“When he told me the truth I was angry, but he always knows how to get his way.” I say reluctant.

“Yes, my brother is quite the selfish arrogant ass.” We laugh out loud.  After all, I’ve been known to call him that myself. “So tell me. Now that you know, are you gonna help?” He asks cautious.

“Well you’re brother was pretty convincing.” I admit blushing. However this is a dangerous game these two are playing.

He chuckles. “I’m sure. I’m glad I could convince the Judge of his innocence.”

I stare shocked. “Interesting. So Judge Malcolm wasn’t just being a bitch then.”

He chuckles with an uncomfortable squirm. “No, we had to make it look good after all.”

“True.” I’m pleased I’m not a complete failure.

We spend the next hour going over the new plan that now includes me. After all, it’s come to my attention that Robert is innocent…of this anyway. I’m still disappointed Robert’s been lying since the day I bumped into him outside this very office. That’s neither here nor there at this point. It’s time to figure out how we can undo what’s already done.

Finally, I leave his office with a clear legal plan of attack. At least I’m assured that Thoms is innocent. As I sit back in my office my cell goes off.

Asshole:

Are you coming back tonight?

I should consider changing his name in my phone.

Me:

Just ‘cause you didn’t do this…doesn’t mean you’re not a bad guy

Asshole:

And…

Me:

No Robert! Last night was it!

Asshole:

We’ll see…

Ugh! His nonchalant confidence is undoing. Even though I know he’ll force his way back into my life, that doesn’t mean I have to make it easy. However, our focus should be figuring out how Robert was implicated. It’s difficult to concentrate considering what I let happen last night.

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“You can’t be serious!” I shout. “You’re such a damn liar!”

“Alex, I had to.” He steps forward but I hold my hand up stopping him.

“You stay right there.” I command. He stares anxiously crossing his arms to wait. I stare at the boards trying to follow the red web reading the titles: Payments…Victim…Killer…My Alias…Finished Jobs. “So you were never married…you’re some type of enforcer or fixer…you’re fucking brother is my boss…and you’ve been spying on all of us.”

 “Yes, that’s mostly everything.” He says timid.

“Mostly? Tell me everything now jack-ass!”He takes a breath and inches closer but makes sure not to touch me.

“Alex, no I’ve never been married. I only said that so you’d stop asking so many damn questions.”I stare dazed, not sure if I should be angry at him for lying or relieved that I’m not a home wrecker.

“Why?”

“I know who killed Jason and I didn’t want you involved.”

“Are you fucking kidding me? I’m completely involved dumb-ass! Tell me who right now!” I demand stomping my foot.

He chuckles. “You can’t put your foot down with me.” He smirks inching closer.

“I’m pretty sure I just did jerk.”

“I’ll tell you…if you willingly stay.” Willingly? What the hell does that mean?

“Ugh!” I stare into his hazel wanting eyes as they pull me in. But, I don’t have to stay. Elliot is his brother… he’s aware of the real murderer. I’m sure he’ll tell me. Come to think of it why did he let me go through with this case knowing Robert was innocent? “If you don’t wanna tell me, I’ll figure it out on my own loser.” I turn to walk out, but I hear him flying toward me. He grabs my arm, pushing me against the wall. Hard. I stare at his angry animalistic eyes unable to look away. Oh.

“I am so sick of your fuck-ing attitude. It’s time to shut your ass up!” He shouts.

“Wh-?”

Instantly, he’s smothering my lips with his. He kisses me aggressively bringing both my arms above my head in one of his hands, using the other to roam frantically up and down my body. Yanking my skirt up, he cups my middle staring down at me. “Mine!” He declares through gritted teeth daring me to oppose his ownership before attacking my lips once more. His rough fingers grind my clit hard making me dripping wet. I want to push him away but my body won’t let me. I grind my pelvis against his hand as he tries to force the cum from me. He releases my lips forcing me to open my eyes catching his gaze. “Cum for me baby.” He whispers before he drops his head and nibbles on my neck. Oh goodness. He knows what that does to me. Finally he releases my hands as I feel myself ready to explode. As I’m fisting through his hair I hear him unbuckling his pants with his one free hand. “Let it out!” He exclaims letting his pants fall to the floor.

“Fuck!” I shout finally able to release. He wastes no time lifting my tight skirt and sliding my underwear to the side before putting me on his waist. I decide not to fight him right now. I don’t think that would be wise. He enters me quick as I’m still gleaming from my high. He leans my back against the wall grabbing my thighs tight as he thrusts into me.

“This my-fuck-ing-pussy!” He shouts.

Oh he’s pissed…and I love every angry stroke. I open my eyes to his gluttonous chafed glare daring me to go against him. I grind my pelvis against him accepting his bulge following his erratic rhythm. His need to be inside me radiates through my trembling body. We stare into each other as he enters me faster and deeper filling my warmth. I reluctantly admit to myself how much I’ve missed his sweaty body taking control of me, knowing what I need without a word. As his motions become faster he leans his body against mine pinning me against the wall. As his engorged dick pulsates he thrusts once more before releasing inside me. INSIDE ME! Oh goodness. Did he really do that? “Rober-“. He smothers my mouth with his before I could say anything. He must know I’m not pleased about that. I let him have the last word and luxuriate in the acrimony of his desire.

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“Alex!” I jump seeing Berger standing before me bringing me back to the present. “It’s after six!”

“Oh goodness, I’m sorry. I lost track of time Mr. Berger.” I say standing and gathering the Thoms casework.

“No, we might as well stay here now.” He says irked sitting across from me. His intimidation fills the room as my tense limbs become even more apprehensive.

“Okay, where should we start?” He stares at me silent with an unfamiliar, distressing gaze. “Mr. Berger?” He stands suddenly walking over to me, never losing eye contact and settles his butt against my desk. I step back creating some space between us. What is he doing? I don’t like this intimate tension he’s creating.

“I think we should start with how long have you been fucking Thoms?” He says straight faced.

Oh shit! I stare at him nervous as his eyes fondle me. I back away further once he rises from my desk and approaches. The photo under Killer displayed on Thoms’ wall of deception keeps flashing in my mind.

“I can’t believe how much of a slut you are!” He explodes. My eyes widen in shock as fear overwhelms me.

“What the fuck did you call her?!” Berger and I dart our eyes toward the door to see Robert is furious standing in my doorway. Robert charges across my office like a linebacker going for the quarterback, taking Berger’s throat in his hand and slamming him against the wall. Hard. His frenzied disposition takes over, and there’s no calming him down.

“Robert! No!” I screech as I watch him change from the Robert I know to his Hyde Enforcer alter ego.

“Ally! Get out!” He shouts sending chills through me. I can’t move. I stare at Berger as he struggles to be released. I can’t let this happen.

“This is not the plan!” I shout hoping I could reason with his split personality.

His anger catapults toward me making me cower closer to the wall like a adolescent child. “Plan changed!” He exclaims through gritted teeth. The fiercely disturbed look in his eyes tells me that this person is not the Robert I know.

Before I could say another word, one of Thoms’ goons grabs my arm pulling me out, as the other drops a large duffle bag on my desk. The last thing I see is the bag being unzipped careful to reveal Robert’s tools of the trade. Oh shit! This was not part of the plan…or maybe he kept this part from me. That’s when I know. There’s only one way Berger’s leaving this room alive. It’s time for him to remove the veil, exposing his lies, corruption and murder. It’s time for Jason’s real murderer to face the truth.

Arousing Objections (Part Two)

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Part Two

We’re face to face. He caresses his lips against mine, patiently waiting for me to accept his devotion. “Robert, I can’t do this. It’s a conflict now.” I say trying to fight the urge of my pulsating middle. He slides in closer, trapping me against the door. I have nowhere to go. Not that I wanted to anyway.

“No one would know baby.” Yes…you are an impeccable liar aren’t you? I push him back and face forward crossing my arms and legs. Not tonight buddy…not ever.

“I’m putting your ass in prison.” I say. He sighs putting his head in his hands. I can feel his desperation, but I ignore my consoling impulse to hold him. “Can I go now?”

“No.” He says simply before knocking on the car window three times. The lumberjacks get in and pull off right away.

“What the fu-…where are you taking me?” I ask slithering as far away from him as I could. He cocks his head to the side looking at me questioning my movements.

“Alex, I would never hurt you.”

“Too late jack ass!”

He takes a breath getting fed up with my insults no doubt. “I would never physically harm you. I need to show you something.” I stare at his hazel eyes as his sincerity beams back at me. Through me.  What the hell would he have to show me? Not having much choice, I relent. Besides, one giant snatched my purse and briefcase before throwing me back here. I cannot believe I’m getting kidnapped.

“Fine.” I say rolling my eyes facing forward, but his eyes spewing daggers overwhelms me. “What!” I shout.

“You’re so cute when you’re pissed.” No this motherfucker is not making fun of me. But that’s Robert. He always showed me how enticing my attitudes were to him. I blush thinking about how easy his touch soothes my chaos. His smiling eyes are replaced by a soft caress fracturing my icy façade. I turn my gaze from his breaking his spell, but he grabs my chin pulling me back to face him. “Come here.” He says. I stare at him knowing if I don’t do what he wants, he’ll just do it himself. I slither over staring at him as he slides the back of his hand down my face. His touch takes me back to when we met years ago. I had just started at the D.A.’s office, so I was in great spirits. On my way into the Assistant District Attorney’s office, I bumped into Robert as he was walking out.

 


“Excuse me.” I whisper admiring his tall intimidating demeanor.

“Robert Thoms.” He smiles extending his hand.

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Thoms. Alexandra Jones.” We continue to shake hands exchanging awkward smiles as the attraction to one another demands our attention. Wow, what’s happening right now?

“I’m sorry Mrs. Jones. I didn’t mean to hold you up.” He says releasing my hand but not my eyes.

“Mzzz Jones,” I correct him, “yes, I have a meeting.” I smile pointing to the Assistant District Attorney’s door he’s fortunately blocking.

“I guess I’ll see you around.” He steps to the side and heads down the hall. I watch him until he peeks back smiling. Oh my, what a beautiful chocolate man. Get it together girl. I smile back before heading into the office.

Hours later, I decide to have lunch outside. To my surprise, I see Mr. Thoms having what seems to be a heated debate with one of my colleagues. How are they acquainted? Why does my colleague look so timorous? Better yet, why is Thoms still here? When he sees me coming, he dismisses my colleague before walking toward me.

“Lunchtime?” He asks smiling as he approaches.

“Yes. How do you know Jason Mitchell?” I ask. He stares as if he’s not sure how to answer.

“We have business together.” His vague response only makes me more intrigued. Not one of my strong suits. “You mind if I join you?” I glare not sure why my dainty simplicity is appealing to his strong mysterious charm.

“I think I can handle that.” He smiles holding out his arm for me to take and leads me to the garden area in front of the building. Sitting he nods at two inconspicuous large men before giving me his undivided attention. I wonder what that was about? His compelling powerful disposition is captivating as I stare into his eyes wondering where he came from and why he’s here.

“Tell me everything.” He says smiling inching closer.

“I certainly can’t tell you everything about me in a half hour.” I say giggling.

“Well, take the rest of the day off.” He says nonchalant. Nervous energy causes me to laugh out loud. Once I see his straight face, I realize he’s very much serious.

“I can’t do that, I just started.”

“You sure? It’ll only take a phone call.” Who are you? It’s evident he’s the Carlito type, so should I have an escape plan? No, he seems harmless…to me.

“How about I just tell you what I can now, and the rest later.”

“I’m all ears Miss Jones.” He says with a generous smile.

 


“What the hell do you want from me?” I ask as he stares down into me.

“Did you ever think that maybe I didn’t do this?” He asks.

“Oh, you can’t be serious.” I say almost laughing…then I glance at his face. Oh, I don’t think he found that amusing at all. But his prints were on the murder weapon. “Are you saying you didn’t kill Jason?” He stares at me quietly before grabbing my hands, holding them between us. I decide not to fight him.

“Alex, I may have done some bad things, some to certain people, but I didn’t kill him.”

Just then we drive through a large iron gate that opens to a long road. Finally a large house appears before pulling into the underground parking structure. The large men get out and the driver opens Robert’s door. He grabs my hand to lead me out, but I snatch it back. He turns to face me furious. Oops…it’s obvious he’s had it with me now. He gets out of the truck dismissing the giants before turning to face me even more pissed.

“Get the fuck out! Now!” He roars through gritted teeth. I’ve never seen him this angry…with me anyway. I slide over cautiously, but once at the door he pulls me out, shuts the door and pushes me against it. His aggression should scare me…but it doesn’t. It always made my warmth flutter. “What the hell is your problem?” I hate that I want you to fuck me, I answer silently.

“You are!” I shout. He gets close leaning on the truck towering over me.

“What was I supposed to do? Tell you I’m a fucking criminal up front?” I glance at his boiling eyes confounded. He’s so close to my face daring me to make a move. I understand that’s not something he should disclose right away. But there is one thing.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were married?” I whisper. He closes his eyes a moment. When he reopens them, some of the frustration has left.

“Because I wanted you Ally. I still do.”

“You’re an asshole.”

“Yes. I am.” He leans in closer nuzzling my nose again grazing my lips with his. Why is his invasion mentally spreading my legs?

“Why are you doing this?”

“Because you’re mine.” He leans in all the way kissing me hard, making it difficult to breathe. Before I can push him away he lifts my arms above my head, pressing his heavy muscular body against me, and I let him, giving into my darkest desire. He continues his assault as he gropes my plump bottom slowly lifting my skirt before backing up from my lips to catch his breath. No…come back, I think instantly. “Ally, I want you to stay with me tonight after I show you this.” I don’t respond. I can’t stay here. I shouldn’t even be here right now, he must want me disbarred or something. He kisses me once more then pulls me from the garage and into the hall of his large house. He clambers through the foyer and into his study before releasing my hand and walks over to the bookshelf. I didn’t even have time to admire his home considering it’s my first time here. “Listen, this is everything. The whole truth. I hope you’ll stay regardless of what’s behind here.”

“Just show me already.” He eyes me apprehensively before pulling one book down making the bookcase pop open. He slides the large bookcase door open revealing a secret room, which is too dark for me to see a thing. I stand at the opening as he walks in afraid of what he’s about to show me. When he flicks on the light inside the small room, I see everything. His truth. His lies. Everything. “You goddamn liar!”

 


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About My Book

Arousing Objections (Part One)

Part One

 

“Objection! Your honor, he’s clearly leading the witness!” I shout defeated.

“Well, it’s not clear to me Miss Jones. Now sit down!” Judge Malcolm commands. She is a stout woman with a terrorizing gaze over her thick-framed glasses.

What the hell! I think to myself noticing the defense attorney, Mr. Arnold, snickering as I take my seat. I hate his Paul Rudd wannabe looking ass. Judge Malcolm nods for him to continue while I squirm observing the defendant’s presuming arrogance! His lawless, grubby hands are in this for sure!

By the time the defense is done questioning his witness, it’s obvious my case is over. That fucking murderer will walk.

“Your witness Miss Jones.” Judge Malcolm states. Her scrutiny is daunting as she waits for me to get it together. One thing is certain; I need time to re-establish a case. It’s best to concede for now and hope the Judge allows me to retry.

“Your honor…may I approach?” I ask. She waves for me and Arnold to stand before her.

“It’s evident Miss Jones doesn’t have a case. I would like the charges against my client dismissed.”

I stare at the defense appalled at his outburst. I’d better calm my black girl neck and wagging finger because he’s right. I don’t have a leg to stand on at this point. Judge Malcolm looks for a response, but my overcome guise is evident. I will have my ass handed to me for losing this case. “He’s right your honor.” Achievement covers her face. Interesting…

“Step back.” She commands. “The case against Robert Thoms is dismissed without prejudice.”

“Your Honor!” Mr. Arnold interrupts.

Judge Malcolm eyes him infuriated as I control my optimism. “Therefore, Mr. Thoms you are free to go. However, Miss Jones has the option to retry.” She continues before the crack of the gavel. I smile knowing she has given me another chance to get that asshole. As I gather my things to leave the courtroom, I glance at Thoms and his smug smile while shaking his attorney’s hand. It’s not over yet prick.

The tension radiates from my colleagues as their suspicious eyes follow me through the halls. It’s apparent the news of my loss has echoed through the building already. I did everything I could, however I hope my boss doesn’t suspect something nefarious. After all, Thoms is a powerful man. Before I could take a seat, District Attorney Russell Berger steps into my office. He’s a tall gray-haired man that intimidates the hell out of me. Anxiety burrows through me as I await a barrage of criticism. Consequently, he smiles walking toward me.

“Don’t worry Alex, you did your best.” Oh thank goodness, I still have a job. “When we bring charges next time, let’s make sure your case is beyond solid.” He smiles once more taking my hand before leaving my office. I wish he wouldn’t touch me, it makes me feel uneasy. However, working for the best D.A. in Washington has its perks.

I spend the rest of the day and early evening trying to figure out where I went wrong starting from the beginning. I have to be ready for his conniving tricks next time…there will be a next time. “It’s late…I should rest.” I whisper to myself. Everyone has gone for the day it seems as I walk through the dim corridor toward the elevators. Once the elevator doors open to the empty garage, a large, tinted SUV pulls alongside my car. I stop with a sudden threatening urge to turn back. Without warning, two large men in suits step out of the front charging toward me, but I’m paralyzed.

“Miss Jones, please come with us.” One of them requests. However, I don’t think I’m given much of a choice.

“Ugh, I’m not going anywhere with you!” I snap trying to walk around them, but one grabs my arm as the other opens the back door of the shady SUV. “Get the hell off me!” I shout struggling to pull away. But my tiny stature is no match for this giant lumberjack in a suit handling me. He throws me in the back locking the doors. Fixing myself I realize I’m sitting next to the asshole himself. Mr. Robert Thoms.

“I’m sorry about that.” He says.

“Fuck you asshole!” I snap disgusted and out of breath. He smiles at me as if my tantrum turns him on. I hate he’s so attractive. “What do you want?” I ask admiring his caramel skin. I notice he’s removed the cornrows from his hair letting his long locks free.

“Ally I-”

“Don’t call me that jerk!” His smiles unoffended, but it’s obvious he’s trying to calm me down.

“I miss you.” He says staring at me exposed. Did he really just say that? I suck my teeth, crossing my arms jaded. “C’mon…you loved me once.”

“No! I loved a lie!” I snap. He glares with his captivating hazel eyes pulling me in. I can’t do this! I try to get out, yanking at the door handle but it’s no use. “Let me outta here.” I whisper. He slides over while my back is turned. His alluring fragrance is overwhelming, taking me back to a happier time. Tears fill my eyes as the reminder of his betrayal returns. “Robbie…please…don’t.” I request not daring to face him. He says nothing.  His warm breath cascades down my neck as his fingers creep up my exposed leg. I don’t stop him. I can’t.

“Alexandra, stop fighting this.” He whispers pulling my ear lobe into his mouth in the way only he knows how. My clit vibrates as his tongue circles my ear. Holy shit! I can’t. I turn to his wanton hazel eyes staring down at me. He inches closer leaning his forehead against mine and nuzzles my nose with his. He moves his lips against mine, waiting for me to make the connection. How can I let this happen? How did I not see through his lies before he took hold of me? What should I do?