by Amy Brent
“I don’t have a lot of time to explain, and I need your help. I backed off the case I was talking to you about, but now I have to help Wesley. He’s going to be returning Destiny’s possessions back to her, but she came to his work yesterday, threatening him. She was yelling at him, harassing him at work, and threatened his life for what he did to her. She was screaming and belligerent, and she had to be escorted from the premises. With him giving back her possessions that he took, what type of legal right does he have?”
“More than you could ever realize, especially since you can’t pin any of the other women onto him,” Nelson said. “With what you’ve given me, I can have a quick document drawn up that countersues this woman for more than she’d ever be able to afford. If I’m still thinking of the right woman, many of her assets are still tied up in escrow I’m still trying to get released.”
“So, you remember Destiny’s case?” I asked.
“How could I forget? She was loud then, and it seems as if she’s still a boisterous person. It’s fine to be angry, but it’s another thing to go to someone’s workplace and threaten their life, whether she was emotional or not. I’ll draw up something to scare her. How quickly can you get over here?”
“I’m still thirty minutes out,” I said.
“Perfect. I’ll be waiting for you outside. I’ll sign it and everything so it’ll be ready to go.”
“Thank you so much, Nelson. I’m serious.”
“Olivia, I’ve only ever seen you stick your neck out for someone like this once. If there’s one thing I’ve never questioned about you, it’s your judgment. If you tell me this man’s life has been threatened and you feel you need official paperwork to make her back off, then I believe you.”
“I’ll see you soon, Nelson.”
“Drive safe.”
I got a text from Wesley just as I was pulling up to Nelson’s office. The text told me he had everything in an envelope, and he was wondering where to go next. I told him to stay put until I had the documents from Nelson. Then, I got out of my car and met him on the sidewalk.
“Hey there, Nelson.”
“Olivia. These papers state that you’re countersuing for defamation of character, harassment, conflict of interest, slander, intimidation, attempted assault, and threatening death or bodily harm. The last one alone comes with a maximum of five years in most states, so make sure that’s clear to her. Even if she wanted to take this to court, she’d been looking at a very lengthy process with a detailed investigation, and even with a mediocre lawyer, it would cost her thousands of dollars without any guarantee she’d win.”
“Holy hell, Nelson. Thank you so much.” I threw my arms around the man. I felt his back stand up straight, his arms stiff at his sides. I knew Nelson wasn’t the kind to show affection to anyone other than his wife, but I couldn’t help it. I knew this would all put a stop to the show that had started two weeks ago, and I was ready to put this behind me.
“If she does pursue this, for any reason, send your guy my way,” Nelson said.
“I will. And again, thank you so much.”
“Good luck,” he said.
I shot Wesley a text with Destiny’s address. We’d have to backtrack all the way to Los Angeles, but I knew it would be worth it. By the time I pulled up into Destiny’s driveway, Wesley was already parked and waiting.
I also saw Destiny peeking out of her bedroom window.
I got out of my car and motioned for Wesley to follow. He stepped out with a bulging manila envelope, which he promptly handed to me before we started for her front door. I raised my hand to ring the doorbell, my hand shaking as it approached the device, but before I could ring it, Destiny whipped the door open.
“What the fuck do the two of you want?” Destiny hissed.
“Two things,” I began. “First, here are your things. I promised you I would get them to you, so here they are.”
“You’re a piece of shit,” Destiny said to Wesley. “I should have you shot.”
“And this little piece of paperwork is for legal purposes.”
“What the fuck is it?” Destiny asked.
“It’s a piece of paper countersuing you for the way you approached my client after being told to stand down.”
“Your client?” Destiny asked.
“Should you choose to press charges, this is what we will countersue you with. Intimidation, harassment, but the last one is the threatening of someone’s life. You now have two counts against you with that little comment you just made, and that carries a maximum sentence of ten years in most states.”
“You can’t fucking be serious, Olivia. This is bullshit. He fucking stole from me!”
“And now he’s returned it,” I said. “You can count every cent.”
“I even threw in interest in there, for the fees you’ll incur on your credit cards for the withdrawals that were made,” Wesley said.
“I don’t want your fucking money,” she said. “I want you to rot for what you did to me.”
“Then, press charges,” I said. “Those are the charges we will countersue with, but understand it will take a while. Months, probably even years, before it gets into court, and every single cent you pay to a lawyer will have to be provided by you until you can take us to court to see if you’ll win. But judging by all the witnesses at the bar who heard you threaten my client’s life, the jury probably won’t see it your way.”
“You two fucking deserve each other,” Destiny said. “The both of you are just pieces of work.”
“I promised you I would get your stuff back, and I did. I’m placing a call to your credit card company in the next couple of days to reverse the transactions on your cards, so not only will your cards be back to their original balances, but you have all that money there in your possession. Take the win, Destiny.”
“You’re a fucking bitch, you know that?” Destiny asked.
“And maybe take some anger management courses. That’s going to really get you into trouble if you don’t watch it, Destiny.”
And with that, I turned my back, took Wesley’s hand, and started for my car. Destiny was yelling behind us, drawing attention from her neighbors as they stepped out onto their porches. In my mind, they were simply more witnesses to her volatile nature. If she did press charges, she wouldn’t make it past the first round of hearings before she would tank her own damn trial.
“Thank you, Olivia,” Wesley said. “I have no idea how I’m going to repay you for what you just did for me.”
“Oh, I have a few things in mind,” I said, winking.
“Oh, really?” he asked. “And may I ask what they are?”
“Maybe later. Right now, her voice is ringing my ears, and I’m ready to go home.”
“Then, let’s get you home, beautiful.”
Chapter 31
Wesley
I woke up Tuesday afternoon and drove straight to work. I couldn’t wait to tell Chad about everything that happened, especially since it was Chad’s advice that had kept me on the road with Olivia. Without Chad pushing me toward her, no matter the type of turns it took, I wouldn’t have made it this far with her. I never would’ve gotten to a point where I could ever utter those beautiful words to her, and I wanted to fill my friend in on everything.
“Hey there, champ,” he said. “Need a drink?”
“A celebratory drink, yes,” I said.
“Oh, celebrating are we? And what is the special occasion?”
“I told Olivia I loved her.”
Chad’s eyes widened before he got to work behind the bar. He put down the syrups he was filling and began making us both margaritas. He added an extra shot of tequila each before he rounded the bar, and then he sat next to me before we clinked plastic cups.
“To admitting the truth,” Chad said.
“To the next leg of the race,” I said.
“So, what happened? When did all this take place?”
“Over the weekend, like you told me I should do.”<
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“Nice to know I’m finally being listened to,” he said. “So, what was the grand gesture?”
“I tracked her down to her mother’s and drove over to see her.”
“Oh, shit,” he said. “You met the mom, too?”
“Well, you gotta understand I wasn’t meeting her for the first time. I met her all the way back in high school.”
“Oh, yeah. I keep forgetting you two go way back. So, how’d you find her?”
“A quick search on the internet refreshed my memory of where her mother lived,” I said. “Then, I just drove. Got there at almost two o’clock Monday morning, and she met me out on the porch. I think she heard me pull up or something.”
“Did you jump her bones and give her a sloppy kiss?” Chad asked.
“No, that was later. I did give her the spiel, though. About how I was sorry for breaking her heart in high school and how I was an idiot back then. I didn’t want to make the same mistake twice, so I came for her. And I told her that. Then, I told her I loved her.”
“How’d she take it?” Chad asked.
“She said it back, dude,” I said, smiling.
“Oh, you should see the goofy smile on your face right now,” he said, smiling. “Did you stay there with her and her mom?”
“Oh, I most certainly did. We defiled her childhood room like we’d wanted to so many times in high school. It was incredible.”
“Of course, you did,” he said. “Seems both of you get off on that risky shit.”
“And it’s a different facet of her personality I’ll greatly enjoy exploring,” I said, grinning.
“So, how did her mom take it? I assume you guys saw her the next morning, unless you snuck out like the little dog you are.”
“Nah, we stayed for breakfast,” I said. “Her mom was surprisingly happy. She went on this little tangent about how she never thought Olivia really got over me. Olivia was so fucking embarrassed, it was great. I was half expecting her to bust out the naked baby pictures before I told her about Destiny.”
“Oh, shit. You interrupted that awesome conversation with some bullshit drama?”
“I actually asked her for her help,” I said. “I knew I wouldn’t be able to resolve the Destiny thing without her, so I told her what happened. About how she came to the bar screaming and cussing and about how she threatened my life.”
“Yeah, I was good and all right until that happened,” Chad said.
“But yeah. She helped me without batting an eye. She’s incredible, Chad. I never should’ve let her go the first time.”
“You actually sound like you’re in love,” he said. “It’s a new look on you, but it looks good.”
“He always looks good,” Olivia called out.
I whipped my head around and saw Olivia walking toward us. The smile that ricocheted across my cheeks caused my best friend to smile. I felt Chad tapping me on my arm, and it killed me to rip my gaze away from that beautiful woman. But once I did, I found the stern stare of the man who’d tried so hard to keep me on track for the past four years.
“Don’t fuck this up,” he said. “You’ve screwed over enough people. It’s time to accept that you can be happy with a woman.”
“I won’t,” I said. “I promise.”
“What’s he promising you now?” Olivia asked, smirking.
“Something he better keep,” Chad said. “Can I get you anything to drink?”
“Oh, no. I’m fine. Thank you, though. Actually, you’re Chad, right?”
“The one and only,” he said, nodding.
“I want to apologize for an outburst that happened a couple days ago,” she said. “Apparently, a woman came into your beautiful establishment ranting and raving at Wesley. My earlier warning apparently didn’t stick, and I’m sorry I didn’t address it any sooner than now.”
“I promise it’s all right,” Chad said. “I take it you and Wesley are safe?”
“I don’t know,” Olivia said. “Wesley, have you heard from our friend at all since we paid her a visit?”
“Oh shit,” Chad said. “You went to go see her?”
Olivia gave me a look, but all I did was nod my head. I knew Olivia was looking for permission to continue the story, scared of revealing too much to someone I might not want as informed as she was.
“We did,” Olivia said. “We returned the items in question and then served her with papers.”
“You’re suing her?” Chad asked.
“No, we just showed her the papers of what we would be countersuing with should she press charges,” I said. “Everything from intimidation to multiple counts of threatening bodily harm.”
“Whoa, you don’t hold back, do you?” Chad asked.
“Not when it comes to threatening someone’s life, I don’t,” Olivia said.
“Have you heard from her since?” Chad asked.
“Hasn’t contacted me at all,” I said. “Olivia?”
“I got a text message from her early this morning stating, among other things, that she had no intentions of pressing charges. She did imply that she might be seeking a restraining order against you, but I have a feeling it’s not going to go through. The moment she files something like that, it’ll go straight to Nelson, and Nelson will take care of it.”
“Do you have the text message?” Chad asked.
“Yep,” she said. “Printed it out and filed it away for safe keeping just in case my phone does something weird.”
“That’s a good woman you got there, Wesley. Don’t fuck it up.”
“Ah, was that the promise you made?” Olivia asked.
“Maybe part of it, yes,” I said.
“And the other part?”
“You’ll just have to find that out later,” I said, winking. “At any rate, Chad and I were celebrating some victories, but it sounds like we have some victories of our own to celebrate.”
“All right,” Chad said. “This doesn’t sound like a conversation that concerns me. Wesley, if you were looking for your work schedule, you’re off tonight. But you work Wednesday and on through the weekend, so brace yourself.”
“Bracing already occurring. Come on, Olivia. Why don’t we go celebrate?”
“Well, I do have a couple more loose ends to tie up, and maybe some things to shred at my office before we get together. I’ll meet you at your house?”
“Sounds good,” I said. “I’ve got some things I should do anyway. Groceries and all that. I’ll see you back at my place, say, in three hours?”
“Sounds perfect, Wes.”
Chapter 32
Olivia
I went straight to Wesley’s home from the cabana and started setting everything up. By the time he got home, I wanted him to be more surprised than ever. I had plans for us this evening, and none of it required food. Neither of us would put an ounce of food between our teeth until I had eaten my fill of his body.
I slipped out of my clothes and slipped into the lingerie I’d purchased that morning. The light pink fabric contrasted with my sun-kissed skin beautifully. My skin was usually a bit paler than this, but with all the hanging out at the cabana I was doing, my skin had taken on a very youthful glow. The fabric hugged my curves in all the right places, with my tits spilling out of the top of the push-up bra. My body shivered in anticipation when I heard Wesley’s door open.
“Olivia!” he said. “I see you beat me here.”.
I came out of his room and started down the steps. One by one, I took the stairs, hearing them creak underneath my feet as I slowly came into view. The moment Wesley looked up at me, he stopped, his eyes raking over my body as I sashayed halfway down the steps.
“Olivia,” Wesley said. “You look…”
Without another sound uttered, I began to sway my hips. I hummed a song to myself, twisting my rounded hips around. The thong I had on tugged at my ass cheeks, making them bounce for Wesley while I slowly danced. When I had my fill of gyrating in front of him, I found him poised at the bottom of the s
teps.
I held a hand up and grinned. “Uh uh. Only looking and no touching for you.”
Wesley groaned as my fingers slowly unhooked my bra. My tits fell against my body, puckered to their almost painful peaks as I tossed the piece of fabric at Wesley. He caught it between his teeth, shaking it a bit before he dropped it from his mouth. I could see his eyes devouring me, and a bulge showed his cock had roared to life behind his pants.
Slowly, I shimmied down my thong. The wet spot on the fabric glistened for us both, and I tossed the puny fabric at him. He didn’t even have the forethought to catch it this time. Instead, it simply landed on his shoulder as he watched me descend the staircase. I spread my legs wide for him, propping my foot up against the railing as my glistening pussy beckoned to Wesley. He dropped to his knees, his eyes begging to get closer to me.
But all I did was shake my head.
My fingertips slid down my body, tweaking my nipples as my pussy jumped at him. Wesley licked his lips, no doubt wanting a taste of what I had to offer, but he remained at bay while I teased him. My fingertips slid down my body, passing through my folds as Wesley groaned once again. Quickly, my fingers found my clit, and I began to pleasure myself for him while he watched.
