Love, Lies & The D.A.

by Rohman, Rebecca

  I focus on his tip, licking the backside of his shaft, sucking him harder, and quickly, I begin to taste him.

  “Baby, that feels amazing…” The words come off his lips, and I continue to give him what he pleasures. He is sweet, and I am further aroused every second more that I caress him. I take his orbs into my mouth, still gliding my hands over him. His hips move into me as the resonances of our sexual pleasure fills the room.

  I am surprised when he suddenly sits up and pulls me back onto the sofa. He pulls my ass to face him. I am on my knees, bent over above him. He finally rips away the thong that I’m wearing. Circling my hips with his arms, he buries his head between my thighs from behind, and he unleashes his tongue inside my core. I lean forward. As he works between my thighs, I work on his. I am in pure ecstasy. Intense pleasure reverberates within me.

  We change positions. I straddle him and he surrounds me in his arms, sinks his fingers in my hair, and pulls me towards him as he devours my lips. He is not inside me, but as we kiss, our hips move, creating intense friction in all the right places.

  He circles his arms around my hips, gliding me back and forth against his erection, his tip rubbing against my clit with each movement. My juices run over his thighs and his extremely firm arousal. I am at the brink of my release.

  As he pulls me forward, my forehead leans against his. My breathing, intense and labored. He trails soft kisses along my throat, cheeks, and neck and finally, he regains control of my mouth.

  I lean over slightly to the side. He takes my cue and massages me lightly with his head before he aims inside me. I gladly accept him, welcoming him in. Allowing him to fill me. I move over him in long, slow movements. One of his palms is plastered onto my breast, the other onto my ass as I move over him, and then I bury him entirely inside me repeatedly.

  Tightening his hold around me, he lies onto his back. I cover his body with mine. Locking his lips onto mine, he envelopes me in his arms as he thrusts and rotates his hips inside me. I circle his face in my hands and return his deep and penetrating kisses as I rock my hips to meet his.

  After throwing some of the back cushions on the sofa onto the floor, he rolls over so I now lie on my back. He’s no longer inside me. He kneels between my legs.

  “Pleasure yourself,” he says.

  I blush and hesitate.

  “Come on, Baby… I know you’re not shy.”

  I laugh. I have no issue doing that. I sink my fingers into my mouth then caress my swollen breasts. I extend my legs to both extremes then slowly circle my middle and index fingers over my engorged clit.

  “You’re right. I’m not shy. Now it’s your turn… you do the same.”

  He surprises me when he obliges. Then I am utterly shocked at how sexually arousing the sight of him stroking his hardened, blood-filled shaft is making me.

  I am thoroughly wet and extremely horny. I’ve never shared something more erotic with anyone. That, in itself, intensifies my feelings of desire for him, and I’m dying for him to enter me.

  The look on my face must have said it all, because he hooks his arms under my thighs and draws me toward him. He’s about to enter me, and I move my hand away.

  “Please don’t stop,” he whispers. “I love watching you pleasure yourself.”

  He enters me, repeatedly plunging his moving hips into mine. First slowly, increasing with every single movement. I follow his guide as I rub myself. I am nearing my peak, and no matter how hard I try, I can’t remain silent. I let out a pleasurable cry. The mounting pressure begins dispersing through my body.

  “Yes. Yes. God Johnny, I’m coming.”

  He quickens his rhythm inside me. I sweetly release as he holds me tightly in his arms. When our lips and tongues meet, I feel him wildly spasm repeatedly inside me.

  Besides the loud explosions of thunder, the only noise in the room is our heavy labored breathing that rings through the space.

  Softly kissing me, he looks deeply into my eyes.

  I think I’m falling for you.

  “You’re amazing,” he says then kisses me once more.

  “So are you…”

  Over the next week, I spend much time with Jonathan, Megan, Cooper, and Joshua at his office. The FBI hasn’t made an arrest yet, therefore, we have to go through the process of getting prepared for my preliminary hearing, which is in over a week.

  We go through all the known evidence of my case line by line, looking for inconsistencies, holes, or anything that could give the judge any reason to throw my case out.

  After the hearing, we will all know for sure what supposed evidence we are dealing with, but frankly, if that day comes, I’m really hoping that the charges will be thrown out and I’ll be a free woman.

  Despite the fact that Jonathan is now fully aware of all the details of my case, and he oversees every minute detail, I still worry about my future.

  This chapter takes its toll. I’m stressed and anxious as the day draws nearer. Through all this, Jonathan’s remarkable. He’s been patient with my mood swings, supportive in my lowest moments and reassuring as my lawyer.

  He’s found ways to distract me on the weekends, helping me pass the time in a more pleasant environment. From an unexpected getaway for Valentine’s weekend, to surprising me with dinners or lunches he fixed himself, I couldn’t ask for more. In every way that counts, he’s been there in ways I never experienced. He’s become my best friend.

  The relationship we share is unparalleled to what I had with Richard. He and I were together, but we lived very separate lives, except on the occasional long weekend trip or vacation. Looking back, I wonder how I could have ever agreed to marry him. I suppose, at the time, we complimented each other in our professional lives, and I thought we loved and cared about each other, so I agreed. But he must have felt something was missing, or he wouldn’t have been with Koto.

  Jonathan and I are so involved in the day-to-day decisions in each other’s lives. On many occasions, he asks my opinion on decisions he makes, from what he should get his mom for her birthday to whether or not he should sell his father’s shares in a business. He values my opinion, and I value his. I don’t know how I would have made it this far without his support.

  I’ve fallen in love with him, but I still haven’t told him. I often wonder if he feels the same way. I think I can trust him with my heart, but for obvious reasons, I’m afraid to take that final step. I suppose that when the time is right, it will come naturally, and it would mean that I don’t have any doubts or fears anymore.

  A few days later, I’m driving from the dealer in my newly replaced car when my phone rings. I’m surprised to see Charles’s number appear. Goose bumps cover my skin, but I suppose someone in the family is using his old cell phone.

  “Jada speaking.”

  “Hi. It’s Caroline.”

  “How are you? I’m surprised to hear from you.”

  “I’m well. Thank you.” She hesitates. “Listen, I wanted to talk to you about this event on Saturday.”

  “Did Jonathan put you up to this?”

  “No. He spoke to me, but he has no idea I’m calling you.”

  “It’s not a good idea for me to attend that dinner.”

  “I agree with you. I was really calling to thank you.”

  Despite the fact that we’re on the same page, hearing her words, no matter how honest, hurts. I know it’s not her intention, but I guess it would have been nice to have her encouraging me to come. I remain silent and try to regain my composure. Eventually, I blurt the words out of my mouth.

  “No need to thank me. It was the right thing to do.”

  “I think that your presence will be a major distraction. I want Charles’s legacy to remain intact.”

  I remain silent. I’m not sure why she found it necessary to rub salt in a wound. Frankly, it would have been better if she didn’t call at all. This decision was hard enough, and I hate the fact that I can’t be there. Her reminding me of all that after I thought we set
tled it over a week ago is not what I need.

  “Well, I want the same thing… for Charles, your family, and especially Jonathan.”

  My phone beeps, and I am thankful that I have an honest excuse to get off the phone.

  “Thanks for calling, Caroline. I have to go. I have another call coming in.”

  “Okay. We’ll have you over for dinner soon.”

  “Sure, thanks.”

  I end the call then pick up the other line and have a quick conversation with Ian. I pull into one of my favorite cafés. I have a quick snack while I attempt to do some work. I can’t seem to concentrate. Caroline’s call is bothering me. After forty-five unproductive minutes, I give up.

  For the first time in a long time, I think of Koto. We used to come here together all the time. On days like this, she would be the perfect person to call, and we’d figure out something to do together that would get me back on track. However, any such thought is just that, a thought. I could never trust her again.

  I feel down. I suppose today is one of those days where things seem bleak. More and more, I find myself resenting a dead man for what he’s done to my life. And of late, for what he’s taken away from me. I can only partially move on with my life. There is so much that is unresolved, so much holding me back.

  My phone rings, interrupting my thoughts. I don’t recognize the number, but it’s a Miami area code. I answer the call.

  “Jada speaking.”

  “Hi, Jada, it’s Val.”

  “Hi. How are you?”

  “I have some bad news.”

  Chapter 1 5

  As I hear her words, my stomach turns, and I know the only bad news she could possibly have must be regarding Bobby.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Bobby’s been admitted to the hospital. He was out having lunch with a client and apparently he was exposed to something with peanuts…”

  “Oh my God. Is he going to be okay?”

  “I don’t know for sure. I just got the call. All I know is that he was losing consciousness because he was having problems breathing. I’m on my way there now.”

  “I can’t be there. I’m not allowed to leave the state. Can you please call me as soon as you know something?”

  “I will… the second I get some news.”

  I’m anxious and nervous. I need to be there for my brother. I run out of the café after paying the bill. I call Jonathan, but there’s no answer.

  His office is round the corner from my location. I drive straight there. I am relieved when I notice his parked vehicle. I pull into the empty space beside his SUV and head up to his office. This is agonizing.

  “Jonathan Kole’s office,” the woman answers the phone at reception. Then she looks up at me.

  “Hi, I’m Jada McLean. I’m here to see Jonathan, please?”

  “I know who you are, Miss McLean.” She smiles. “He’s in with a client right now, but I’ll be happy to send you up to his office where you can wait.”

  “Thanks. Since he’s with a client, is Cooper there?”

  “I’m sorry; he’s in court right now. Go ahead to his office. I’ll let his secretary know you’re on your way and she’ll try to get him for you.”

  “Thanks,” I reply then nervously take the elevator up another six floors to his office.

  Charles’s secretary, Margaret, is now Jonathan’s. She greets me as I step out of the elevator.

  “Ms. McLean, it’s so nice to see you again.”

  “You too,” I reply. My voice is edgy.

  “Are you alright?” she asks.

  “I need to see Jonathan, please,” I reply softly.

  “Have a seat while I try to locate him,” she says then walks away.

  I can barely keep still. I pace the floors throughout the posh and modern waiting area, not able to keep still for more than a few seconds at a time. I suddenly feel nauseous, and before I know it, I run to the bathroom and I throw up everything I’ve eaten for the day.

  I need to be there to support my brother; not once have we ever not been there for each other. I need to find a way to see him. I feel so out of control. I shake some water in my mouth and pop a mint in. I can’t seem to stop the tears from flowing.

  I feel like I’m hitting rock bottom today. My brother could be dying. Not being allowed to leave to go see him is breaking my heart. I need to know what’s happening. I need to be able to leave the state, and right now, these obstructions feel like a hard mountain to climb.

  I try to collect myself, dry my tears, and head back to the waiting area. As I step into the room, his back is to me.

  “There you are,” Margaret says.

  He turns to me, kisses me on my lips, and pulls me in a warm embrace.

  “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

  I shake my head and whisper, “I know you’re busy, but it’s urgent that I talk to you.”

  “I’m not too busy for you.”

  Five or six other lawyer-looking types are around. A few of them are staring. I hear Megan excitedly calling out my name. I turn and give her a quick hug and a gentle smile. I think she knows me well enough to know not all is right, and she steps aside and talks to one of the men nearby.

  Jonathan holds my hand and escorts me to his office, closing the door behind us. It’s strange, but all the times I’ve been here, I’ve never been in his office, always the conference room.

  “Sweetheart, what’s wrong?”

  “Bobby’s been admitted to the hospital. He’s allergic to nuts and somehow he was exposed to them. He was losing consciousness because he could not breathe.”

  “Is he going to be okay?”

  “I don’t know… Val was on her way to the hospital when she called. Jonathan, I need to be there. Can you get permission for me to leave the state? Please?”

  “Let me see what I can do. Can I get you some coffee or something?”

  “No thanks. Please find a way to get me out of here legally.”

  “I’ll be right back. Make yourself comfortable.”

  Moments after he leaves the room, Margaret walks in with a tray with both hot and cold beverages. I thank her as she leaves. I look through the large expanse of glass windows and take in the view. I remember the first time I was in this building… so much has changed…

  I sit across from his seat at his desk. A picture of us together sits on the surface, and the Johnnyphone is in the charging station nearby.

  No wonder he didn’t answer.

  I can’t sit still. I’m up on my feet again, pacing the wall of windows.

  Jonathan walks back into his office. He’s on his cell phone.

  “He can say whatever the hell he wants. He has an ironclad contract with us… Tell him if he even thinks about it, I’ll sue him for breach of contract… If he thinks that will stand in court, he has another thing coming. Look, I have to go. Let me know as soon as you hear from the judge. That’s fine. Just do your best. Later.”

  “What’s wrong?” I ask when he ends the call.

  “Nothing… just work stuff. Cooper is going to try to put a motion in and hopefully see the judge this afternoon.”

  “Will they grant me permission?”

  “It’s up to the judge. Try not to worry. Here, have some tea,” he says, handing me a cup.

  He stands behind me as I look out the window.

  “Bobby’s tough. He’s going to make it through this,” he says, kissing me on my cheek.

  “I’m so scared.”

  “I know,” he replies, circling me in his arms.

  “Do you have clients that you need to see?”

  “I have one more in about ten minutes, but I won’t be long.”

  “Okay…”

  “He’s going to be fine.” He turns me to face him and kisses me lightly on my forehead. “Try to relax. I’ll be back in a moment.”

  Twenty minutes after he leaves the room, my phone rings.

  “Val?”

  “Jada, he’s going to be fine.
He’ll be in the hospital maybe for a couple days, but he’ll be okay.”

  “Is he conscious?” I ask as Jonathan enters the room.

  “Not fully. I will call you as soon as he is.”

  “I’m trying to see if the courts will allow me to leave. If they do, I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

  “Great. I’ll be in touch.”

  I end the call, sighing in relief.

  “So?” Jonathan asks.

  “He’s going to be okay,” I say. I am finally able to smile a little.

  “I told you…” he replies, holding me in a warm embrace. “I have to go home for a while. Would you like to come with me?”

  “Sure, today’s been rough. I can use a change of scenery.”

  He picks up his briefcase, holds my hand, and we head down the elevator to the parking garage. As we approach our vehicles, I pick up some unusual movement behind Jonathan’s SUV. I stop and remain. Jonathan hasn’t noticed because he’s busy texting someone.

  “Johnny.”

  He stops then walks towards me. “What’s up?”

  “Someone’s hiding behind your vehicle.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes. They’re wearing dark clothing.”

  “I want you to get back in the elevator. Go back to my office. Call Phillip from there.”

  The hairs on my neck stand erect.

  “I’m not leaving you here alone. Either you come with me, or I’m staying here with you.”

  “Don’t argue with me. Go. Now,” he mutters.

  “Stop bossing me around.”

  He clenches his teeth. “Jada, now is not the time to fucking argue with me. Now go.”

  I’m apprehensive and scared to leave him alone. I get into the elevator, but I only close the doors. Quickly, I fish through my purse for my phone and call Phillip. His phone goes straight to voice mail, so I call Douglas. He’s a few minutes away, but he tells me he’ll get the agents who follow me around to come over. Then I remember my necklace and repeatedly press the button.