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“I like the color of this tie.”
Raising my eyebrows, I let out a nervous chuckle. Why in the hell was I so nervous? Jesus, I’ve spent the last week making love to this man every chance I got, and now I get nervous? The way Aaron was looking at me had my body doing all kinds of things. Butterflies danced about in my stomach, my knees felt weak, my heart rate was out of control and the pull in my lower stomach was insane.
“You certainly know how to come on to a girl, Mr. Walker.”
Aaron pulled his head back as his eyes roamed across my body. “You look beautiful, Sierra.”
Licking my lips, I whispered, “Thank you.”
Removing his hand from the window, I jumped when he touched my leg and moved his hand up my dress. Closing his eyes, he shook his head. “Please tell me I’m dreaming.”
Smiling bigger, I slowly nodded my head as I chewed on my lower lip. “You are very much awake. I need you to be alert for this trial.”
Dropping his head, Aaron moved closer to me as he brushed his lips across my neck. “You don’t have any panties on, Sierra. How in the fuck am I supposed to be alert knowing you’re pussy is exposed?”
“Oh God,” I said as I held on for dear life. Aaron talking dirty had to be the hottest damn thing ever. “I’ve . . . I put some in . . . my . . . my—”
My mind couldn’t function as he kissed along my neck and worked his fingers inside of me. “Cat got your tongue, baby?” Aaron whispered in my ear.
“Purse! They’re in my purse and I’ll put them on right now.”
Grabbing my hand and pushing it over my head and against the wall, Aaron slowly shook his head. “Keep them off,” he spoke against my lips as he quickly let go of me and stepped away. Turning, he headed to the door and unlocked it as I stood in the corner, dragging in air and trying not to fall to the ground.
The door opened and Brice walked in. Turning away so he couldn’t see my flushed face, I listened to Aaron and his father speak for a few minutes. Thank God, I needed this time to gather my wits. What in the hell was I thinking not wearing panties? I should have known Aaron would find out.
Shaking my head, I cleared my thoughts and turned to look at Aaron and Brice.
Giving my best smile, I made my way to the other end of the conference table as I tried to not let the smell of Aaron’s cologne get to me.
Stopping just shy of him, I cleared my throat and pulled out a chair to sit. “Don’t sit, Sierra. We need to head on over to the courthouse.”
My heart slammed in my chest. “Now? We have to go now?”
Brice smiled as he placed his hands on my arms. “You’re soon going to be free from all of this. The sooner the better, if you ask me.” Brice leaned in and kissed me softly on the cheek. I knew he was kissing me not because I was a client, but because I was madly in love with his son and his entire family. I prayed like hell they felt the same way about me.
“I’ll meet you both over there,” Brice said as he quickly turned and headed out the door. My eyes snapped over to Aaron.
“I don’t even want to see him, Aaron.”
Picking up the files and placing them in his briefcase, Aaron winked at me as he walked toward me. Holding his hand out, I took it as I chewed nervously on my lower lip. “Um . . . Ryn and Azurdee surprised me and came into town for the trial.”
Aaron smiled. “That was nice of them. Are Lark and Tristan here as well?”
Shaking my head, I let Aaron lead me out of the office and to the elevator. His hand on the small of my back made me feel safe. As much and as fast I was falling in love with this man I had to fight to keep my guard up.
By the time we were in the garage, I was feeling somewhat better.
Sitting in the car, I took in a few deep breaths as Aaron pulled out and headed toward the courthouse.
“Do you need relaxing, baby?”
My head popped up and I looked at Aaron as I instinctively spread my legs apart before pushing them back together.
“No. I don’t. Good lord, Aaron. We are on the way to my divorce hearing and you want to give me an orgasm?”
Aaron laughed. “Hell no. I want to watch you give yourself one.”
Rolling my eyes, I opened my purse and pulled out my panties. Slipping them over my heels, I pulled them up as I lifted my ass off the seat. Letting out a huff, I glanced over to Aaron who was now in a full on pout.
“Oh, dear God. Don’t pout, Aaron, it doesn’t become you.”
“That was just mean. That was my motivation to get this thing done and wrapped up.”
Fighting to hold back my grin, I glanced out the passenger side window. “Well, now that you know what lies under the panties, you can work at getting them off faster.”
Aaron laughed and hit the gas when it turned green. The closer we got to the courthouse, the more nervous I got.
Reaching over, Aaron took my hand in his and held it. A strange feeling moved though my body. I was instantly calmed and for the first time in months, I actually looked forward to my future.
My future with Aaron.
STEPPING OFF THE ELEVATOR, I saw Ryn, Azurdee, Kyle and two women who looked almost identical to Sierra. Staring at them, I turned to Kyle and motioned for him to speak with me.
“Are those the two nurses?” I asked, making sure to keep my voice down.
Kyle nodded his head. “Yep. Your reaction was exactly like mine. Same body type, hair, eye color. They are like replicas of Mrs. Jackson.”
Turning back to look at them, I nodded my head. “I’ll text you if I need you to come into the courtroom. Otherwise, why don’t we find a spot where Robert won’t see these two.”
Nodding his head, Kyle made his way back over to the two nurses who Robert had affairs with.
After a few minutes of talking to another lawyer, I walked over to Sierra.
Placing my hand on her arm, I felt her jump. “It’s about time to head on in.”
Nodding her head, Sierra gave me a weak smile as I guided her toward the courtroom. We were almost there when around the corner Robert and his lawyer appeared. Sierra grabbed onto my arm and I couldn’t help but notice her sharp intake of air. Quickly dropping her hand, Sierra walked in front of me and stopped right at the door.
“Robert. It’s a good day for a divorce, wouldn’t you agree?” Sierra said with a fake smile on her face.
Robert’s eyes moved up and down Sierra’s body and I fought the urge to pound his face into the floor. “I really wish you had agreed to have dinner with me, Sierra. This whole thing was a mistake. It’s not too late to settle. We can just push this out and try to talk things through.”
He knows. His lawyer must have fo
und the provision in the trust where it says no one but blood can touch the money.
Glancing over to Robert’s lawyer, he was shaking his head. “Dr. Jackson, please, let’s head on into the courtroom.”
Turning to me, I gave the guy a smile and nod as he attempted to get Robert away from Sierra. Smiling politely, he looked confidant. “Good luck, Mr. Walker. You’ll need it.”
Yep this guy was way too confident and had me second-guessing if they knew about the trust fund or the fact Jeremy was gay and living in England.
Feeling my phone go off in my pocket, I pulled it out to see it was a text from Kyle.
Kyle: Jeremy Hines confirmed he has not talked to Dr. Jackson’s lawyer.
Smiling, I wanted to fist pump. I had made the decision to let Jeremy know what Robert was doing. I figured if he had been a good friend of Sierra’s in college, he would still want to protect her from the dirt bag ass she had married. My guess was correct. Jeremy had told me over the phone that Robert had threatened him on more than one occasion to stay away from Sierra. Jeremy had purposely taunted Robert by planting shit about him and Sierra in Robert’s head. Jeremy said he had figured Robert was a player and he didn’t want to see Sierra get hurt, but he never could prove Robert was a douche.
Minutes later, everyone stood while the bailiff presented Judge Patterson. “This is case number 917A077 regarding the divorce trial of Mrs. Sierra Jackson verses Dr. Robert Jackson.”
Judge Patterson sat down and looked over the paperwork. Glancing up at both lawyers, she said, “Dr. and Mrs. Jackson could not agree to terms during mediations?”
Clearing my throat, I said, “No, your honor.”
Nodding her head, she motioned to me with her head. “Mr. Walker, please go ahead and let’s get this started.”
Nodding, I got ready to go for the jugular of Robert’s case.
“Your honor, the reason my client decided not to settle was in regards to her trust fund. In section seven, paragraph four, the stipulation is stated no one other than a direct descendent of Paul Robert Banks shall be entitled to any portion of any money or assets part of the Banks trust fund.”
