Love, Lies & The D.A.

by Rohman, Rebecca

  I can hear Jonathan and another man’s voice. They’re arguing. I refuse to leave him. I can’t. I open the doors. It’s Chris Hostin, and the two are in a full-blown fight. Jonathan rams his head into one of the concrete pillars, and he wails in pain as he falls to the floor. Blood spews down his face.

  “I’ve warned you to stay the fuck away from Jada.”

  “Fuck off,” Chris shouts, practically debilitated on the concrete floors.

  I thought I’d seen Jonathan angry before. I was wrong. Chris Hostin is in the fetal position on the floor, and Jonathan releases every ounce of energy he has on him, kicking him repeatedly in his stomach.

  “Johnny, stop,” I say, pulling him away. It’s only when he looks towards me I realize there’s blood oozing through his white shirt on his chest.

  “Oh my God… Oh God, you’re bleeding. Are you okay?” I shout, running towards him. My chest constricts. “Oh God, you’re hurt.”

  “I’m fine. I told you to go back upstairs. It’s not safe for you to be here.”

  “I called Douglas. He’s on his way. ”

  “Jada, go back upstairs.”

  I am about to answer when I hear the shouts of “Freeze.”

  At the same moment, Jonathan holds me and swiftly swings me to his side. I turn around in time to see the agents. All guns are drawn and pointing directly at Chris Hostin. He’s still, with a bloody crowbar in his hand that is up in the air. He was about to strike me with it. They place him in handcuffs. By then, the building security arrives. They say they noticed what was happening on the cameras. Both Phillip and Douglas are also here.

  After a long line of questions, our vehicles are inspected thoroughly. They allow us to leave. The FBI follows us both as we drive to my place. On the elevator ride up, Jonathan is silent.

  “You’re not speaking to me?”

  “Jada, I need to be alone for a minute,” he says, walking out of the elevator.

  “That’s fine, but that’s a lot of blood. We have to see how badly you’re injured.”

  “Jada, please,” he says sternly. “Leave me alone for a minute.”

  “Fine,” I reply. Then I head into the living room. I’m not sure what I’ve done wrong, but he seems so furious with me. I give him his space.

  * * *

  I stepped out of the shower five minutes ago, and I can’t get this wound to stop bleeding. I can’t believe the son-of-a-bitch tried to hook me with that crowbar—literally.

  I head into the kitchen to get some ice. I can probably hear a pin drop in this place. I look around, and through the glass rail in the mezzanine, I finally see Jada asleep.

  She can be a pain in the royal ass sometimes. Truthfully, I’m only slightly pissed off at her. If she knew that Chris had threatened to ‘fuck her up’ in the same way his brothers did that poor fifteen-year-old girl so he could get even with me, she’d understand the rage that went through me.

  For the first time in my life, I felt I wanted to kill someone. I was so angry… and the anger I felt so quickly turned into uncontrollable rage. I might have been upset that she hadn’t gone upstairs as I asked her to, but truthfully, if she hadn’t stopped me… I might have been the one behind bars right now.

  My cell phone skids across the island’s surface. It’s Phillip.

  “Hey.”

  “Yeah. It looks like he’s the one responsible for those tracking devices. We found another two on him. It looks like he was about to install them on your vehicles. It’s the same type we found on the Evoque the other day.”

  “They better keep him far away from her behind bars.”

  “I’m sorry. His words came across loud and clear on the surveillance camera.”

  “Look, I have to get to the hospital. This wound won’t stop bleeding. Jada’s asleep. Please keep an eye on her for me.”

  “Sure. Let Douglas take you?”

  “I’ll take you up on that. Thanks.”

  After leaving Jada a note on the kitchen island, I head out.

  The doctors tell me the wound is not very wide, but it is deep. They consider it a stab wound. I get some stitches and a tetanus injection, and I leave.

  On the drive home, Mom calls.

  “I spoke to Jada earlier. It wasn’t my intention to upset her, but I think I did.”

  “Spoke to Jada about what?”

  “She didn’t tell you?”

  “No. Tell me what?”

  “I sort of called her this afternoon to thank her for not coming on Saturday.”

  “Why? That was uncalled for.”

  “It seemed like a good idea at the time, until I realized that I upset her. I promise you that wasn’t my intention.”

  “You know, I understand both your points of view, but I don’t think you’ll ever understand how badly I want her there. She’s important to me.”

  “You’re in love with her.”

  I remain silent. I’m not sure I want to have this conversation right now.

  “Does she know?”

  “No, and I think it would be best if we kept it that way.”

  “You realize, if she didn’t have deep feelings for you as well, she would have never come to that decision. I messed up by calling her, but it made me realize how much she cares for you and our family.”

  “Thanks for that information, Mom. Look, I have to go. We’ll chat later.”

  I arrive at Jada’s place. What a day it’s been. What a day she’s had. I sigh at the feel of my phone vibrating again. This time it’s Cooper. The news for Jada isn’t good.

  I’m surprised she’s still asleep when I get in. I join her, snuggling up beside her. I watch her as she sleeps so soundly. It’s easy to forget that her accident was almost a month ago, and although her ankle is healed, the rest of her body is still very much in recovery. Some days, she seems back to normal, others I can tell it’s still a bit of a struggle.

  She twists and turns beside me. It looks like she’s about to wake.

  “Gosh… how long did I sleep for?” she asks, suddenly sitting up.

  “A few hours. You must have been tired.”

  “How’s your chest?”

  “It’s fine. I went to the hospital and had it stitched up.”

  “You should have woken me.”

  “I wanted you to get your rest. Douglas took me.”

  “Is it going to be okay?”

  “I’ll be fine; don’t worry about it.”

  “You still angry with me?”

  “No, Babe. I was angry at the situation and that asshole, not you.”

  “You wouldn’t feel that way if you were on the receiving end.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  “It’s okay.”

  “I heard from Cooper… I’m sorry.”

  “I think I was prepared for that. I was expecting it when he called and asked me for the name of the hospital where Bobby was. I knew once they found out he was going to be okay this would happen.”

  “Sorry. Come on. Let’s go to my place. I think Floria was trying to make up for her screw up the other day. She made me my favorite dinner.”

  “What’s that?”

  “Hungarian Goulash.”

  “Sounds delish…”

  “Pack a bag. We’ll stay the night… or two. Micky and Maggie will be happy to see us.”

  She stares at me, and I know she’s thinking, “Stop bossing me around,” but she smiles, and it isn’t long before we’re home.

  After dinner, Jada’s on the phone with her brother in the living room while I get to work upstairs in my office. I have to finish getting ready for a deposition first thing tomorrow morning. A couple hours in, my office door opens and Jada walks in. Her wet hair falls in curly locks over her shoulders.

  “Hey, Babe. You okay?” I ask.

  She gazes into my eyes but does not verbally respond. She walks over to me, spanning her legs across my body while I sit in my office chair. She pulls away my T-shirt she’s wearing over her head, revealing her com
pletely nude body. She’s doesn’t have any underwear on, and at that moment, it becomes clear what she wants.

  She devours my lips as one of her hands travel towards my crotch. Sex is the furthest thing on my mind, but my cock stands erect and seems to agree with her plan. Her eyes are filled with so much desire, and before I can think to protest, I hear the zipper on my jeans head south.

  “Ja—” I try to stop her, but she ignores my subtle protest.

  Within seconds, she rips my jeans off, and her hands travel up and down my stiff cock as she descends between my thighs. I soon feel the warmth of her mouth surrounding me. I give up on trying to stop her, shut my laptop, and push it to the side of my desk. I watch while she swallows my cock. She’s sucking on it like a leech, massaging me in all the right places.

  I sink my hand into her hair over her head and rotate my hips between her slippery fingers and into her mouth. I know I won’t last much longer if she keeps this up. I’m about to explode.

  “Fuck, Jada.” I stand and pull her to her feet. Then after pulling my shirt over my head, I shove all the files on the desk away. A pile of books towards its edge comes crashing down to the floor before I set her to lie on my desk. For her pleasure, probably more so mine, I’ll give her what she wants. I sit in my chair, spreading her legs far apart. I rub her gently with my fingers then circle her center with tender kisses. I aim straight for her swollen pussy and release my tongue inside her.

  She’s quickly becomes saturated, and her soft pleasurable cries and moans permeate through the room. She raises her ass repeatedly to meet my stride, and her erotic, sexual dance lets me know she’s enjoying this as much as I am. I alternate licking her with rubbing her clit with my middle and index fingers, arousing her further. She’s sweet. I could do this to her all night long, and the sight of her juices running down her thighs and my hands makes me eager to get inside her.

  I come up for air, using my fingers above and inside her, then take a moment to absorb her beauty. Her eyes meet mine. She slips off the desk and straddles me in my chair, slowly swinging her hips over my erection.

  I circle my hands around her head and look into her eyes. I’m not sure, but I think what started out as pure sexual desire for her might have turned into something else. I see a speck of vulnerability in her eyes, and it’s at that moment, I realize what she might need is so much more than awesome sex.

  I draw her head towards me, kissing her gently on her lips. The intensity between us rises, and as we zealously kiss, the sight of her engorged ruffles slipping over my cock makes me want all of her.

  I lift her, placing her on my desk once more. I stand, and she comes to her feet surrounding her arms around my neck as we kiss. With her in my arms, I take tiny steps towards the door. It’s my intention to take her to my bed, but she’s now massaging my cock, and I can’t hold back further.

  I plaster her lithe body against the wall, slowly entering her. She wraps her slender arms around my neck, her soft kisses on my throat heightening my desire for her.

  My arms brace her extended legs apart as I continue to ascend my body into her. She ties her legs around my sweaty frame as I circle her in my arms.

  Her kisses become more demanding. I want to please her. I feel her loving caress in my hair, her soft touch on my wound from this afternoon, and her soft whispers of my name. I know she’s nearing her peak.

  I gaze at her as I thrust myself into her, sending her body up and down against the wall. Her eyes are closed, some of the wet tendrils of her hair are plastered around her neck, and her mellifluous pleasurable moans arouse me further.

  We slowly collapse to the plush rug on the floor, and as I kneel on the floor with her wrapped in my arms, she slips her slippery wet core over my stiff arousal. Our tongues are in a never-ending dance as we passionately kiss.

  I flip her over, face down, and I bury my cock inside her. Taking her from behind, I circle my cock inside her, boring my ass into her while pleasuring her core again, and again, and again, teasing her, gratifying her, rubbing her pleats.

  I need to see her face. There’s nothing I love more than watching her come. I flip her to her back. Her hands clasps mine as I slowly move over her, delving myself into her.

  “Oh, Johnny…” she cries out in utter bliss.

  “Yes, Babe… Harder?”

  “Yes.”

  “Faster?”

  “Yes…Deeper…”

  She’s near her release. I hold her firmly in place as she wraps her arms around my shoulders and give her what she so desperately desires, thrusting my body hard and deep inside her.

  I, too, am so close to coming. Her moaning is louder, and as she announces her grandeur, I feel her nails digging firmly into my back. She’s coming, hard, and as I watch her convulse in my arms, I join her and we both release.

  I roll over, so she is now on top of me. She nibbles gently on my lips then lays her head on my chest, running her fingertips over my arms.

  “You okay, Babe?”

  “I’m fine.”

  “You sure?”

  She tilts her head up looking at me.

  “Yeah. I’m okay. Today was just… rough… scary… you could have been killed.”

  “We’re both safe. I don’t want you to worry.”

  “I needed to be close to you.”

  “I’m always here for you.”

  “I know. Thank you.”

  Something changed between us tonight. The sex was incredible, but with Jada, that’s nothing new. I think she let go a little. For the first time, I feel she realizes that she can really trust me. I think she realizes I’m really here for her, and I’m not going anywhere.

  We shower together then she helps me straighten out my office. I sit at my desk to continue with the work I’d begun. She makes me a cup of coffee then quietly cuddles up on the sofa across the room. Soon, while I work, I look over at her. She sleeps.

  * * *

  I wake in Jonathan’s bed. I haven’t left since we came here on Wednesday. That was two days ago. I roll over to find an empty bed beside me, with the exception of a blue iris that lies on his pillow. I’ve noticed them in his front yard. It brings a smile to my face, and I have a feeling that the flower has set the tone for the day ahead.

  I’m planning something special for tonight. Since Jonathan has the event tomorrow, we’ll be in San Francisco for the weekend. I’d like to treat him and let him know how special he is to me. I guess also, in many ways, I want to make up for my absence tomorrow. I still wish I could be there. I want to be there, but deep down inside, I know I’m making the right decision. I put those troublesome thoughts behind me and scan his kitchen in preparation for the night ahead.

  When he arrives home, I’m surprised when he tells me he made reservations for dinner. An hour later, we sit at a restaurant with some of the most amazing architecture and gorgeous city views.

  “I can’t believe you’ve taken me to the competition,” I hiss.

  He looks at me, stunned for words.

  “Kidding!” I laugh.

  “Thank goodness. You’re the only person I know who can make me speechless.”

  “I’ll take that as a compliment. Thank you. I’m happy to patronize the competition. They send business my way all the time.”

  In the middle of dinner, my phone rings.

  “It’s Phillip,” I say to Jonathan before answering the call. “Hi. Is everything okay?”

  “Sorry to bother you, but we have a break in the case.”

  “Which one?”

  “Oh sorry, the threatening phone calls.”

  “I assumed they were from Chris Hostin.”

  “They weren’t.”

  My skin grows cold. “Then who’s responsible?”

  “Do you know anyone living at the address: 10001 Fourth Street in San Francisco?”

  “I’m not sure… I don’t think so. Is that in the Financial District?”

  “Yes.”

  “I don’t think I kno
w anyone living there.”

  “What is it?” Jonathan asks.

  “Phillip hold a sec, please,” I say. “The threatening calls have been coming from the Financial District. I don’t think I know anyone who lives there.”

  “Does he have an address?”

  “10001 Fourth Street.”

  Jonathan doesn’t immediately respond, but his temple starts twitching. He gestures me to hand him my phone, and I do.

  “Yeah. Her name is Sophie Marcel. Arrest her, and if you can’t find her at that address, she owns her own advertising agency. The name is Pinnacle Advertising.”

  “Johnny, wait.”

  I don’t want him to make this decision in haste. I’m no fan of Sophie, but this could ruin her life and her business.

  “I’m not sure I want to press charges against her.”

  I gently pull the phone away from him.

  “Phillip, can I think about this for a while? I’d have to press charges against her to move forward, right?”

  “Not necessarily,” he and Jonathan reply simultaneously.

  “Can I call you tomorrow? I want to discuss this with Jonathan.”

  “Sure. But she will still be arrested.”

  “Okay,” I respond then end the call.

  “What’s there to think about?” Jonathan asks.

  “I know you’re angry, but this could ruin her life. She was your friend.”

  “She was my friend until I stopped behaving and doing what she wanted. Jada, she knew better. She knew exactly what she was doing, and most importantly, she intentionally wanted to scare and threaten you.”

  “I know. Everything you say is true, but I don’t want her life to get ruined over this.”

  “She had no problem trying to ruin yours, and mine for that matter. She should have thought about that before she made those choices, and she continued to do it even after I filed the restraining order against her.”

  “Can she go to jail for this?”

  “Yes. Anywhere from months to four years.”

  “Is it a felony?”

  “It could be tried either way. It depends on the evidence, the prosecutor, and her prior record.”