Twisted Justice

by Danielle James

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  The next morning, I woke up and Cole wasn’t in bed with me. I took a shower and by the time I got out he was sitting on the bed and I almost jumped out of my skin. “Shit, Cole!” I frowned, clutching my chest.

  “What? I know you didn’t think I just left you here alone.”

  “I mean…I didn’t expect for you to be sitting here when I got out of the shower.” I walked past him and into the closet where I picked out a yellow tank top with thin spaghetti straps and a pair of distressed jeans.

  “You can’t wear that shirt around me.” Cole leaned his tall frame against the closet door with a smirk.

  “Why not?” I shrugged it on and pulled it over my breasts. Cole’s amber eyes ate me up from head to toe.

  “Because that shit barely covers your titties and…” He bit his bottom lip and I felt compelled to walk over to him.

  “They’re covered,” I laughed. He reached out and pulled me to him by my hips. I tilted my head up and he leaned down to kiss me. I pulled his bottom lip into my mouth and he slipped me his tongue. Kissing him sent flutters through my stomach. If I hadn’t been with Emmanuel, I’d definitely give Cole a try. I could literally feel the love pouring off of him.

  “Not covered enough.” He pinched my nipples and kissed my neck, making me gasp. “You know, I could fuck you all day long,” he told me with his lips on my throat.

  “And I could make love to you all night.” I whispered.

  “Could you?”

  “Yes,” I swallowed.

  “Shit. We cannot do this. I feel us falling into a groove. It’s too comfortable.” He was right. If I allowed myself to fall all the way for Cole and vice versa, it would create conflict and eventually end Emmanuel and I. Did I really want to end my marriage?

  “It is,” I nodded. “We should stop right?” I blinked up at him.

  “We should. Right after I make love to you.” His arms locked around my waist.

  “Your dick is so fucking hard,” I marveled while I stroked it. “I can’t believe you seriously get this hard for me.” I was amazed. It wasn’t like we’d never fucked around before but damn.

  “Why are you surprised? My dick is always getting hard for you.”

  “Tell me why.” I lowered to my knees and unzipped his jeans. I wanted to hear from someone who actually desired me and loved me. I licked the length of his dick and looked up at him.

  “Those eyes,” he said just as I plunged him into my mouth. “I love your eyes. I love your smile.” He let out a groan when the head of his dick touched the back of my throat. “…And your ass is so phat.”

  “Do you think about fucking me?” I asked after taking his cock out of my mouth and stroking him with both hands.

  “All. The. Time,” he gritted out.

  “I think about fucking you too, Cole. Every time we get too close.” He pulled me up by my arm and bent me over the back of a chair in the closet.

  “You think about fucking me?” His hand crashed down onto my ass and I yelped. “Tell me what you want me to do, Camilla.”

  “I want you to fuck me, hard.”

  “Are you gonna be good and wait for me before you cum?” I nodded my head, my hair bounced up and down with the motion. “Tell me.” He slapped my ass again.

  “I’m gonna be good and wait.” I moaned, pushing my ass back on his dick. I felt the head of his cock press against my slick opening. We both made erotic noises at the sensation. He teased me a bit, sliding up and down my slit before sinking into me. I gripped the back of the chair and shut my eyes against the electricity shooting through my limbs.

  Cole snatched my wrists in his hand, locking my arms behind my back while he pounded my pussy. It felt glorious. Sex was such good medicine for me, I swear. For the moment I was swept up in all the sensations and moans and I forgot about what kept me up all night. I forgot about how my heart ripped into pieces each time I thought about Emmanuel fucking someone else. For the moment I was soaring and I felt amazing.

  My shoulders burned the longer Cole held me in place but it felt good too. It gave my brain something to focus on. I had to concentrate on the constant burning of my muscles while I soaked in the ecstasy pulsing through my thighs and pussy snaking deliciously up to my core.

  “Camilla, don’t fucking cum yet.” He tugged on my wrists and I yelped trying not to give into my body’s need to climax. It was hard though. Cole felt so good inside of me. He made the deepest parts of me tremble.

  “I need to,” I whimpered.

  “No,” he roared. Downstairs I could hear Laurel and Dad come in with the kids. Cole and I both paused for a beat, then went right back to making love. He rammed into me repeatedly, making me moan loudly into the air.

  “Cole…” I whined.

  “Beg for it,” He grunted as he thrust into my cunt.

  “Cole, please let me cum. Please. You feel so good, I need to.”

  “Cum for me, Camilla.” He reached around and rubbed my clit, sending me rocketing towards an orgasm. My walls locked down on his cock just as he shot into me, digging his fingertips into my waist. “Oh God, Camilla…shit.” He groaned and let my wrists go. My shoulders blared with heat but it only intensified my orgasm. I squeezed every drop of cum out of Cole until he was jerking involuntarily inside of me.

  “Oh my God.” I breathed, turning around to kiss him. He grabbed my ass and sucked on my lips slowly.

  “Okay, no more after that,” he smiled.

  “Right. Back to best friends?” He nodded and zipped his pants up.

  “Let me go see these damn kids,” he groaned. He paused at the doorway of the closet and held out two fingers for me. I blushed a little and grabbed them with my own fingers. Cole pulled my hand up to his lips and kissed it. “Always, right?”

  “Yes,” I sighed.

  When both of us emerged from upstairs, Dad eyed us then looked to Laurel, who bit her bottom lip and sighed. “Camilla. Office. Now,” she said pointing. I picked up a twin and followed her.

  “Hi, mommy,” Lucas smiled.

  “Hey, babe,” I kissed his chubby cheek and grinned.

  “No. Luke, go find Alyssa or TJ and go play.” Laurel pulled him from my hip and set him down, tousling his sandy curls.

  “I want mommy,” he pouted, grabbing my leg. I knelt down and rubbed my nose against his.

  “I’ll spend all day with you and Lo. Okay?” He nodded with a pout and toddled off to find the rest of the kids. As soon as he was gone, Laurel leveled me with a hazel-eyed glare.

  “Camilla, why are you coming downstairs with Cole?” She hissed.

  “It’s not abnormal for me to come downstairs with Cole.” I shrugged in response.

  “No, it’s not but you have the sex look.”

  “Ugh…” I flopped down in my chair and spun around like a big kid.

  “No, bitch. Don’t say ugh. Tell me what’s going on. Why did you need Trev and I to keep the kids another day? Where’s Manny?” She sat across from me and leaned in. “Trevor already thinks something bad happened between you and Manny and he’s pissed,” she told me. I groaned and rubbed my face.

  “And that’s exactly why I’m not saying shit. You’re too close to my father, Laurel. I love you and we’ll always be best friends but…” I let my words trail off.

  “Seriously! You’re not telling me what’s going on because you think I’m gonna tell your dad? Are we teenagers again?”

  “He’s your fucking husband. You’re going to tell him,” I quipped with my arms folded. Laurel and Dad were just as tight as Emmanuel and I. There was no way in hell that I’d be going through something and she wouldn’t fill him in. If that happened then I’d have to diffuse more than just Cole and Emmanuel, I’d have to diffuse Dad and Emmanuel too, and lord don’t let Xavier catch wind.

  “Okay then don’t tell me. I already know. I can read you like a book, Camilla. You’re fucking Cole which can only mean that Manny is fucking around.” Her delicate features folded into
a frown. “Which makes me wanna cry. He can’t do that. You two were marriage goals for me.” She seriously had tears on the rims of her eyes. It did nothing to help my state of emotional flux. I swiped at the salty warmth sneaking down my cheeks and sniffled. “Oh, Camilla…” Laurel threw her arms around me and hugged me tight. “I’m so sorry.” Suddenly, she pulled back and a small gasp escaped her. “I told Xavier he could come by this morning to see Chlo. He’s gonna smell it on you a mile away. That man can sense an opportunity to be with you like a shark smells blood in the water.” She was right. Shit.

  No sooner than the words left her mouth, did I hear Xavier’s deep voice laughing and talking with Dad. I rested my hand on my forehead and groaned. The only one missing was Emmanuel. I’d wait until after Cole left to call him though.

  “Camilla…everything okay?” Xavier knocked on the partially opened office door and poked his head in. His light eyes swung from Laurel to me.

  “Hey, yeah…everything is okay.” I smiled but he wasn’t buying it.

  “What’s wrong? Yall look like you’ve both been crying.” We shook our heads quickly and Laurel hopped up from her seat to hug him. “Uh huh. What’s going on Laurel?” God, I wish he hadn’t gone for her first. Laurel was always the first to cave. She chewed on her bottom lip and I swear we were transported back in time to high school.

  With his hand fixed to the small of her back, I could still see a glimmer of her schoolgirl crush lingering as she looked up at him. “Nothing. We’re fine. She’s fine.” Laurel glanced at me and I groaned. It was such a dead giveaway. Xavier locked on to my eyes and kissed the top of Laurel’s head. She’d given him all he needed to know.

  “Trev is looking or you.” He told her before guiding her out into the hall. His stare was so intimidating, it made me squirm. When the hell did he get so intense? “Camilla…” He closed the door behind him and sat on the corner of my desk. “Where’s Manny?” He quizzed.

  “I don’t know.”

  “You don’t know?” He raised a brow at me. “What’s going on with you two? Cole is here but Manny’s not? You don’t know where your husband is, and you’re in here with Laurel crying.” He folded his arms across his newly bulky chest and I pressed my thighs together. I hated being unhinged. I went on a lustful, fucking spree and while it felt good, with Xavier it turned on the crazy.

  A knock on the door broke up our intense staring contest. “Yo, Camilla, I’m getting ready to leave,” Cole said. I expected him to glare at Xavier, but he didn’t. I stepped outside of the office and wrapped my arms around his neck making him bend down to my level.

  “Are you coming back tonight?” I asked in his ear.

  “I don’t know. Noelle just texted me wanting to meet up and talk,” he grumbled. I pulled my head back and smiled a little.

  “Go talk to her tonight Cole. Please.”

  “Why? I thought you wanted to…” He leaned in and whispered in my ear. “Fuck me all night long?”

  “I do and that’s why you need to go talk to Noelle. If you stay here with me again tonight…I won’t be able to let you go as easily in the morning.”

  “Maybe I don’t want you to let me go,” he said seriously. God, it filled me with butterflies and my mind started to traipse off with the idea of being with Cole. I had to reel myself back in. I was only letting myself think about it because I was devastated over Emmanuel and Cole was my safe place.

  “Trust me…I don’t wanna let you go. I have to though if I want to keep my sanity. I’ve already opened up Pandora’s box by falling for you. Now I can never un-see how much I love you in all these different ways and…” I shook my head as tears burned my eyes. I wouldn’t let them fall though. Cole hugged me tightly.

  “I know,” he sighed. “We’ll push through this shit. I can’t have things getting weird between us. We already know what it is. We love each other. Nah…scratch that…we’re in love. I think we have been for a while. We can put it to the side though. Plus…you wanna know what I think?” He tilted my chin up. “I think Manny is still the love of your life so even if I was lucky enough to snag your beautiful ass, he’d always be a problem. You adore him. Yall are perfect for each other.”

  “Then why did he cheat on me, Cole?”

  “Why did Noelle cheat on me? Shit, who the fuck knows. I know Manny would never cheat on you without a damn good explanation though.”

  “He didn’t have an explanation,” I grumbled.

  “Then yall need to talk more. If you’re gonna push me towards Noelle, I’m gonna push you back toward Manny. I’ve never seen two people more perfect for each other.”

  “Are we really gonna be able to ignore the fact that we love each other?”

  “Yes. We’ve been doing it all this time,” he laughed, showing those perfect teeth.

  “God, I love how awesome you are, Cole.”

  “I love uncle Cole too.” I heard Chloe’s tiny voice and I looked down at her with a smile and so did Cole.

  “I love you too, punk.” He picked her up and tickled her stomach.

  “Uncle Cole, can you be my boyfriend?” She asked, scrunching up her little face. I howled with laughter and shook my head.

  “Jesus, Chlo. Moving a little fast aren’t you?” He smiled and kissed her forehead.

  “Hell no. Absolutely not.” Xavier boomed from the office. His dad ears were in full effect. He swung around the corner and glared at all of us. “Chloe what the hell do you know about a boyfriend?” Xavier snapped.

  “I don’t know,” she shrugged. He grunted at her and looked over at Cole. Chloe laid her head on his shoulder and he just laughed again. “Don’t go to work Uncle Cole.”

  “Aw man, I wish I didn’t have to but your dad is an annoying boss and if I miss too many days it makes him cry.”

  “No it doesn’t,” she giggled.

  “It does. I swear.” He walked down the hall with her in his arms and looked over his shoulder at me. When he winked I felt my heart flutter a little in my chest. I knew Cole and I would be okay in spite of our little slip up.

  Okay, it was a big fucking slip up that felt so amazing but…we’d be alright. Eventually our love would subside and go back to normal best friend feelings. We were both hurting though and it felt good to fall into each other. That was why I’d always grab his fingers when he held them out.

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  Chapter Fourteen

  Camilla

  I thought Xavier would leave me alone after Cole left but no. He didn’t. He followed me around just staring at me like he was trying to unravel my thoughts. “Camilla, I called Mr. Scott. He said he’d be here within the hour to see the kids.” Claire smiled at me.

  “Thank you, Claire.” I went in the living room with Dad, Laurel and the kids and laid my head on my father’s shoulder. I could feel the rumble in his chest already. “Dad, don’t start,” I warned.

  “I’m just saying…if there’s any fucking problem I’m going to kill him.”

  “Everything is fine,” I lied. “You guys can go home if you want.”

  “No. I’m staying,” he fussed.

  “Yay! Grandpa!” Mason cheered. Dad and Emmanuel were the only people who could pull that much emotion from the boy. “Xavier, can you stay too?” Mason asked politely before hugging his legs.

  “Yup. I sure can.” Xavier smiled at Mason and then eyed me. “We should ask Mommy first though, right?”

  “Mommy, can Xavier stay? I love him.”

  “Aw, man. I love you too buddy.”

  “Sure, why not? Everyone can stay.” I rolled my eyes and walked into the kitchen. I busied myself with stupid shit like organizing the wine glasses, which had Claire looking at me like I was insane. I felt like I was.

  When Emmanuel got there, my heart froze and refused to beat again until he walked into the kitchen and laid eyes on me. Every muscle in my body wanted to run to him and jump in his arms. I missed him so fucking much. I loathed him too though. The dichotomy was paralyzing, so I jus
t stood there holding a wine glass and staring at him.

  His normally tailored suit looked less than pristine and when I looked into his dark eyes I saw remnants of a sleepless night lurking in the redness around his iris. He felt like shit too. Good. “Good morning, Camilla,” he nodded.

  “Hi.”

  “Kids in the living room?”

  “Yes.” I averted my gaze to the wine glass and he sucked in a breath then left to find the kids. I knew they spotted him when I heard the squeals and giggles of happiness. It tore me apart hearing how happy they were to see him. Somewhere inside, I was that happy too but that part of me was at war with the part of that would never forget how much he was hurting me.

  “Camilla, are you okay?” Claire’s soft voice asked. I’d moved the same glass back and forth several times for no reason whatsoever.

  “Not really,” I shrugged sadly. When I felt Claire’s arms wrap around me in a gentle hug, I lost it. I cried on her shoulder like a little girl.

  “It’s okay sweetheart. Shh…it’s okay,” she said quietly.

  “It’s not okay though, Claire. I feel like my heart is being ripped from my chest.” I told her everything that was happening with Emmanuel and I, and she just looked sadder and sadder the longer I went on.

  “Camilla, do you love him? Not just love him, but are you willing to uphold that love forever?” I sniffled and wiped my eyes.

  “I don’t know. I’m scared now. I’ve been hurt too many times and I’ve given out too many undeserving second chances. I don’t want it to keep happening.” My mind flashed to Xavier lying to me then losing his shit over Alexander and almost hitting me. Then it flashed to Alexander melting away the pain of Xavier and making me feel better only to start an entire second life with Anais and string me along until he couldn’t deny it anymore. That was just the fucking infidelity.

  I’d been crushed and hurt more times than I cared to think and I was tired of second chances. In my mind, a second chance was just a second opportunity for someone to hurt you again. I didn’t want to give Emmanuel a second chance.

  But I missed him…

  “Camilla, you’re married now. Divorce should be the last option,” Claire said to me earnestly.