Love, Lies & The D.A.

by Rohman, Rebecca

  “I understand,” she replies then tightens her grip around me. “How long did Phillip know?”

  “He only found out after Rossellini was arrested.”

  “So within a week of your so-called death. I’ve been so angry with him… and you.”

  “I know. Forgive me?”

  “I do…” she replies softly. “But don’t ever do anything that crazy again.”

  Truthfully, for her, I’d do it again in a heartbeat, but I can’t tell her that.

  “He’s been a really great friend. He arranged for me to get things to make life a little more comfortable up here. Then as soon as I found out Rossellini had changed his plea and I wouldn’t have to testify, I couldn’t wait anymore.”

  “Why didn’t you come home?”

  “They thought I should wait till Rossellini was sentenced and sent to prison. They wanted where he’d be sent to be finalized first.”

  “I hope they send him and his helpers as far away from California as possible.”

  “That’s exactly what they’re trying to do. He may end up somewhere in Colorado, but that will take a little while. I couldn’t wait anymore. I missed you so much.”

  “I miss you too. It’s been so hard.”

  “I know. For me too.”

  “I know it must have been. I’m sorry if I came across as ungrateful or unsympathetic.”

  “You didn’t. I knew this was a conversation that we’d need to have. I’m so thankful that you understand. I’ve seen a psychologist, and he’s warned me that this may not be easy for everyone to process when I return home.”

  “Are you okay? How have you been? What have your days been like?”

  “It’s been rough. I’ve been doing a lot of reading and some biking. I’ve done some exploring here too, but having agents on your ass all the time gets tiring after a while. The only time I really feel like I have absolute privacy is when I’m in here… Then it gets lonely.”

  “Thank you.”

  “For what?”

  “Doing all this for me. You put your life on the line to protect me. I could never repay you for that.”

  “You don’t have to thank me. I did it because I love you, and I want you to be happy.”

  “I love you too. I’m so happy you’re alive. Believing you were dead… entirely different story.”

  I slip her hair to the side of her face and kiss her lightly on her lips.

  “I’m fine. And in a few weeks, we’ll start a new life together.”

  She smiles. “A normal one?”

  “A normal one.”

  She leans over, placing her body above mine, and hugs me. For the first time, I notice she’s wearing the bracelet I gave her. I kiss her lightly on the lips. I’m eager to make love to her, but after the emotional roller coaster she’s been on, I’m not sure if she’s ready. There is so much I’ve missed—the feel of my fingers sinking into her hair, the smell of her perfume, and she’s always tasted of strawberries.

  I hold her in my arms, kissing her lightly on her cheek. Slowly, my palms roam over her back, her waist, then down to her ass. Her beautiful eyes meet mine, and her lips join mine. She slightly opens her mouth and teases me with her tongue. I welcome the invitation and fully circle her in my arms while pleasuring her lips. She tastes just the way I remember, and as she immerses her tongue into my mouth, I realize I have to have her.

  “God, Jada. I miss you so much.”

  “I miss you, too.”

  My hands skim across her, the flesh of her arms and then her back, and I am dying to touch her supple ass. I pull away the light fabric of her dress, and I am thankful to find her barely there panties. The feel of her flesh ignites a fire inside me. It feels like my erection will rip through my jeans.

  I’m thankful she’s not holding back. As I pull her thong aside, I sink my fingers inside her and her warm core surrounds me. While I tease her, her kisses grow passionately, and her hand travels to the button on my jeans where she eagerly releases it and pushes them and my underwear away.

  I find the hidden zipper of her dress then free it and slip the sleeves over her shoulders, revealing a sexy navy bra and her flawless skin. I rid her of her remaining clothing and throw her red-hot pumps to the floor then roll over her so she is now buried beneath me. She pulls my sweater over my head, and her eyes transfix on the two scars on my chest. Her fingertips lightly caress them then she kisses them softly.

  “Does it hurt?” she asks softly.

  “Not anymore.”

  “Were you in a lot of pain?”

  “For the first couple weeks, but I’m fine now. You don’t need to worry.”

  “I love you,” she whispers.

  “I love you too, so much.”

  I lower my body over hers and tenderly pleasure her lips with mine while slowly gratifying her core. She circles her arm around my neck, kneading her body into mine as I take much pleasure in stimulating her.

  I lower myself onto the bed. Lying on my stomach, I sink my fingers into her. I stroke her then kiss her and penetrate my tongue inside her. She tastes sweet, exactly like I remember. I suck her gently, and as I work my tongue over the pinnacle of her pleasure, sounds of her trembled breathing radiate through the room. As I continue to please her, her body slithers and slides in a sensual sway. When I notice her fingers grasping the sheets, I know she’s close to breaking free.

  “Oh God, Jonathan,” she gasps.

  I don’t relent. She’s on the border of her release.

  She pulls me towards her and captivates my lips. Extending one of her legs aside, I rotate my fingers over her, her breathing grows labored, and I can feel her losing control.

  “Let it go, Baby. I miss watching you come. I want to see you come.”

  I rub her harder and faster. Her grip on me grows tighter as she buckles under the pressure. Convulsing in my arms, I bring her to her release. Slowly, in my arms, she calms.

  I surround her body, kissing her lightly, nibbling away at her lips. She circles my erection firmly in her hand, massaging me as my tongue penetrates her mouth deeper and deeper.

  I love the feel of her body against my hands. I’ve missed that. I take the time to become reacquainted with her form, outlining her as she lovingly kisses my lips. She inches her hips forward, inviting me to enter her, and I greatly oblige. As she lies on her back, I encase her in my arms and slowly, I sink deep into her.

  “God. I miss you so much.”

  “I miss you too,” she whispers, circling my face between her hands and kissing me.

  I look down at her; the tendrils of her hair create a fan across the white sheets, and her hazel eyes are filled with deep emotion, and more so, love. I’ve loved Jada McLean in a way I have no other, and I don’t know if any words could express the depth of my feelings.

  I enclose her in my arms and attempt to show her, kissing her softly while slowly moving inside her. She trails maddening kisses down my neck. After all these months apart, it won’t take much for her to push me over the edge. The sight of her coming almost did, but I managed to hold back. Now, her warmth surrounds me, she kisses me intensely, and she sweetly caresses me. I restrain myself.

  I roll onto my back, and before I can make my next move, she straddles me. Absorbing all of me, taking me all in. I sit up, embracing her in my arms as we move in unison with each other, kissing each other, hugging each other, loving each other. My groans grow deeper and longer, and I know I’m nearing the end.

  I flip her over, placing her on her back, and massage her with my tip. Slowly, I reenter her, and her already swollen parts latch onto me as I repeatedly bury myself inside her.

  She circles her fingers above her, ensuring she rubs past me. The intense pleasure reverberates within me. Milling myself into her, she thrusts her hips to meet mine. I clasp one of my hands with hers, kissing her fervently as I rotate myself inside her, plummeting my body into hers. I’m close. I move hard above her and she screams out.

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  I quicken the pace inside her, circling inside her. Boring myself into her. My breathing grows heavier, my hold on her grows tighter, and I know she too is close to her peak.

  “Oh, Jada.”

  “Johnny, I’m close… I’m close.”

  I thrust harder, her rubbing is faster, and our breathing is heavier.

  “Oh God. Johnny, I’m coming,” she screams. I clasp my hands tightly in hers.

  “Jada…” I spasm inside her, and we both come to our sweet and utter release.

  She gazes into my eyes then she lightly kisses me.

  “I love you.”

  “I love you too, Jada McLean. Marry me?”

  Epilogue

  We’ve come a long way from that September morning when I first set my eyes on Jada McLean at Dad’s resort in Lake Tahoe. Two years later, many relationships have ended, new ones began, and many people have gone to prison.

  This one murder and subsequent extortion scam revealed a corrupt police force that started from the top and went all the way to the bottom. I shudder to think what would have happened to Jada that night when she got that very first phone call. I wonder if she would still be alive, had I called the Chief of Police.

  He and Senator Rice were on Rossellini’s payroll for five years prior to their arrest, Richard for the last ten. The two were sentenced to twenty years in prison for aiding and abetting and conspiracy.

  It so happened that the code in that email Jada received was a cleaver code to the Chief of Police’s home address.

  Considering that Richard was shot in the back of the head sitting in front his computer at his desk, we can only assume that he was trying to tell Jada something or give her some clue and was shot in the middle of the process.

  Chris Hostin was sentenced to twenty years in prison for assault with a deadly weapon, harassment, vandalism, and burglary. DNA and camera evidence proved that he was responsible for slashing the tires on my car and ramming into Jada’s car.

  While the FBI weren’t able to prove that he was responsible for following Jada and attempting to break into her house at Lake Tahoe, they were able to prove he was there at the time. That circumstantial evidence coupled with the rest of the physical evidence was enough for a jury to believe he was guilty of this crime.

  It so happened that the brothers that kidnapped Jada were the very ones that executed Richard. Further investigations revealed that the one that was alive and helped take down Rossellini was lying to the FBI. He knew exactly whom he was working for. Nevertheless, he still paid for his crimes and was sentenced to life in prison without the possibility of parole.

  The blood evidence that came off the door at my house after the first break-in came from his dead brother. We were never able to figure out why he was there that night.

  Which leaves Sophie… Because of Jada’s plea to the judge, she was sentenced to community service and a fine. I wanted her to do at least a few months of jail time, but for whatever reason, Jada felt she had learned her lesson.

  She admitted later on that she had deeper feelings for me that I was never aware of. When she saw Jada and I together, she saw her as a threat. Jada was right; our little trysts meant so much more to her than they did to me. If I had known, I would have never gotten involved with her that way. She did apologize to both of us, but I never spoke to her again.

  Wendy was indeed the one who leaked photos of Jada and me to the press. When internal emails between her and her boss revealed that her company was behind it, I hit them with a lawsuit so hard they had no idea what hit them.

  As for Wendy, after that incident, she learned her lesson. She left the industry. I’m told she’s now a flight attendant with one of the major airlines.

  Phillip and Douglas moved on to another case in another state. We have no idea where they are. However, we will always be indebted to them for their hard work on our case.

  I will forever be grateful to Phillip for his friendship while I was under witness protection. Every once in a while, we get a surprise phone call or visit from him, but once he becomes a Special Agent, he being a phone call away will be nonexistent.

  The firm is back on track—it took some doing, though.

  The rest of our families are doing well. Mom has fully recovered from her surgery. She was angry with me for a while after my return, but she eventually came around.

  Soon after my return, we attended Bobby and Val’s grandiose wedding in Miami, where I met some of Jada’s family.

  As for Jada and me… Three months after being reunited, we spent Christmas with her mom and family at her childhood home on the island of St. Lucia.

  Six months later, we returned to the island with my family and hers, and we were wed in a small ceremony at sunset overlooking the Pitons. She was right—it was amazing. Definitely one of those things to see before you die.

  She still amazes me. When we returned from our honeymoon, we went to visit Koto. She had already given birth to her baby boy. Jada said he was the splitting image of Richard. She forgave Koto but never wanted her in her life again. It’s something she said she needed to do for her own healing. She taught me a lesson in forgiveness.

  Jada now spends her mornings at the center, and her afternoons at her office. She’s managed to strike a nice balance between her philanthropic duties, her business, and being an awesome wife.

  We managed to find a rare lot of land at Seacliff in San Francisco. Together, we designed and built our dream home. It was completed just in time for our second Christmas together.

  It looks like we’ve finally settled into a normal life, doing normal things, something that was completely absent during the first ninety percent of our relationship. Normal is something we’ve come to greatly embrace and enjoy in our new life together.

  As I stare at the photo of us together, a gentle knock on my office door interrupts my pleasant thoughts. I look up, and to my surprise, she stares my way.

  “Hey. Busy? May I come in?”

  “You know I’m never too busy for you,” I reply, pulling her to sit in my lap. She kisses me gently on my lips then wraps her arms snuggly around my neck. I’m happy she’s here, but it’s been a really long time since she’s been in this office.

  “Babe, you okay?”

  She pulls away, and tears stream down her face.

  Explosions go off in my chest.

  “Jada, what’s wrong?”

  “Nothing.” She smiles through her tears. “I just found out we’re pregnant.”

  After months of doctor visits and trying with no luck, I’d almost given up. Now, I’m shocked.

  “We’re pregnant?”

  “Yep.”

  I place my hand on her stomach.

  “You’re sure?”

  “I just left the doctor. It’s official… you’re going to be a daddy.”

  “I can’t believe it.”

  “I’m so happy…”

  “Me too. I love you.”

  “I love you too.”

  Two-hundred-and-seventeen days later, Jordan Charles Kole was born. We named him after both of our amazing dads.

  A Contemporary Romance with Elements of Suspense

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  Mitch Mariani never met a deal he couldn’t close. So when Chella walks into his life, he will stop at nothing to prove he is worthy of her trust. But as Chella’s past catches up to them and danger exposes his well-guarded secrets, his heart may not be the only thing at risk of a tragic end.

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