Chapter 16
CHAPTER 16
Roman
“It looks like my brothers are already here,” I said, pulling into my father’s driveway.
“Are you sure your father won’t mind that you brought me?”
“Trust me. He won’t mind.”
We climbed out of the car and stepped onto the porch. Placing my hand on the handle, I opened the front door.
“Hello, son.” My father walked into the foyer and hugged me.
“Hi, Dad.”
“And who is this beautiful woman?” A smile crossed his lips.
“Dad, this is Morgan Ashley. She’s a private investigator I hired to help with a case. Morgan, this is my father, Harrison Hamilton.”
“A private investigator, eh?” He smiled, shaking her hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Morgan.”
“You too, Mr. Hamilton.”
“Please, call me Harrison. ”
Suddenly, a young, attractive woman entered the foyer with a wide grin.
“You must be Roman.” She threw her arms around me. “It’s so nice to meet you finally.”
“Thank you. And you are?”
“Son, this is Love McCallan, my girlfriend.”
Sighing, I walked into the living room and saw my brothers sitting on the couch, slowly shaking their heads.
“Pour yourself and Morgan a drink. We’ll be right back,” my father said.
“Looks like Love has a sugar daddy.” Morgan grinned.
“This is embarrassing.”
“Bro, she’s weird,” Parker said.
“Why does Dad think it’s okay to date someone that young? She’s thirty-five, Roman,” Julian said. “She’s four years older than us! And I thought he was joking when he introduced us to her as ‘Love.’ I thought it was just something he called her. God, I feel sick.”
“It won’t last.” I sighed, handing Morgan a glass of scotch.
“Dinner is ready. Everyone in the dining room,” my father said.
“This looks delicious.” Morgan smiled, sitting in the seat next to me. “Did you cook all this, Love?”
“Oh God, no. I don’t cook.” She weirdly laughed, and Morgan and I looked at each other.
“What is it that you do?” Julian asked her.
“I teach Yoga.”
“And how did the two of you meet?” Parker asked.
“We met outside the Yoga studio. This beautiful woman was leaving and ran right into me. Look at her; I knew an angel had just fallen from the sky.” My father smiled, leaned over, and kissed her. ”
“Oh, Honey Bear, you are so sweet.”
“Not as sweet as you are, my little pumpkin pie.”
“Okay. Enough with the names,” Julian said. “Suddenly, I just lost my appetite.”
I reached over and smacked his arm.
“So, Morgan. Where do you live in Los Angeles? You live in L.A., correct?”
“I live in New York. Roman flew me out here to help out on a case.”
“How did the two of you meet?” he asked.
“They met in Turks and Caicos, Dad,” Parker said.
“She was there spying on some rich woman’s husband who was having an affair,” Julian said.
“What case is she working on, son?” My father looked at me.
“Theodore Williamson’s case.”
“The pro bono case the firm took?” His brows furrowed.
“Yep. That’s the one.” I picked up my drink.
My father stared at me for a moment and winked. Shaking my head, I tipped the glass to my lips.
“Have you found anything yet to prove that he might be innocent?” my father asked her.
“I have.”
“Do tell.”
“Dad, you know we can’t discuss the case in front of Love,” I said.
“That’s okay. After we eat, I’ll go upstairs so you all can talk.” She smiled.
“Do you live here?” Parker asked.
“That’s why I wanted you all here for dinner tonight,” my father said. “Not only did I want to introduce you to Love, but I also wanted to tell you that she moved in. ”
“And how long have the two of you been dating?” I asked.
“A whole month!” Love grinned.
“Wow. A whole month.” My brows raised.
After we finished eating, my brothers, Morgan, and I went into the living room.
“I need you to find out everything you can on Love,” I told her. “I mean, everything.”
“I’ll get on it first thing tomorrow.”
“So.” My father clapped his hands when he walked into the room. “What do you think of Love?”
“Dad, you don’t want to know what we think,” Julian said.
“You’re just jealous because you can’t find a gorgeous woman like her for yourself.” Our father pointed at him.
“Oh, please, Dad. I can have any woman I want. I just choose not to get involved in a relationship.”
“Okay, son. Keep telling yourself that.”
“You know what—” Julian pointed at him, and Parker took hold of his arm.
“Don’t, bro. Just drop it,” he said.
“It doesn’t matter what you boys think. I’m in love with her, and she’s going to be around a lot.”
I didn’t want to talk or hear about his short-term girlfriend anymore.
“Morgan, were you able to dig up anything today?” I asked.
“Actually, I did. I paid a visit to Theodore and Gregory’s father. There’s a hole in Gregory’s alibi.”
“What do you mean?” Parker asked.
“His father fell asleep at the table during dinner. Apparently, Gregory helped him out of the chair and took him to the couch. Mr. Williamson said that when he woke up, Gregory was sitting across from him in the chair.”
“How long was he out for?” I asked.
“He said at least three hours. I know Gregory slipped something into his drink. After his father passed out, he left, followed Theo and Grace, killed her, and then went back to his father’s house, acting like he’d been there the entire time. I also believe Gregory was responsible for their mother’s death.”
“Wait a second.” I held my hand up. “Why do you think that?”
“Because Gregory was jealous of the relationship between his mother and Theo. Mr. Williamson even admitted that something about Theo gripped her heart a little more than Gregory.”
“You can’t possibly prove he had something to do with his mother’s death. How old were they when she died?”
“Gregory would have been nine.”
“You’re saying that a nine-year-old killed his mother?” Julian chuckled.
“Yes. That’s exactly what I’m saying. I may not be able to prove that, but you can.” She pointed at me.
“How can I prove that?”
“By putting him on the witness stand and breaking him,” she said.
“She has a point, son,” my father said. “If anyone can break a witness on the stand, it’s you.”
I inhaled a breath, rubbing the back of my neck. “We don’t even know if we can get this case retried.”
“You need to speak to the D.A.,” Parker said.
“Olivia will file the motion with the courts first thing Monday morning, and I’ll speak to the D.A. ”
“Good luck. That son-of-a-bitch hates all of us,” Julian said.
We said goodbye to our father and Love and left.
“That was interesting.” Morgan smiled.
“There’s never a dull moment where my father is concerned.” I opened the passenger door for her.
Our lips were locked all the way up to her suite. I couldn’t get her clothes off fast enough when we stepped inside. I picked her up and lay her across the dining table in only her white lace thong. Standing at the table's edge, I grabbed her legs and pulled her forward, bending down and tasting what I’d been craving all day and night. Sexual moans escaped her lips as my mouth explored her. My hands reached up, groping her breasts and taking her hardened peaks between my fingers. Her body tightened, and the floodgates opened. Standing up, I took down my pants, opened my wallet, and found I had no more condoms left.
“Shit.”
“What’s wrong?”
“I don’t have any condoms left.” I stared at her.
“Well, you’re not stopping now. I’m on birth control as long as you’re clean.”
“Really?” I cocked my head. “I’m as clean as they come. I take sexual health very seriously.”
“I bet you do.” A smirk crossed her lips.
Bringing her to the very edge of the table, I thrust inside her and gasped. The feeling of skin-to-skin contact was intoxicating, throwing me into euphoria. Soft moans escaped our lips as my grip on her hips tightened as I thrust in and out like a beast.
“Take me from behind,” she moaned.
Sweet music to my ears.
I flipped her over, her feet on the ground while her body lay across the table. I thrust inside her, taking in the warmth that once again enveloped my hard, throbbing cock. Between her orgasms, sensual sounds, and the incredible feel of her, I couldn’t hold back. I pushed deep inside, halted, and exploded.
“Fuck, Morgan,” I grunted, straining to push out every last drop.
Pulling out of her, I turned her around and ran the back of my hand down her cheek while our eyes stared into each other.
“You’re an incredible woman.”
“I know.” The corners of her mouth curved upward, and I chuckled. “I think it’s time for you to head home.”
“You don’t want me to stay the night?” I asked.
“Not tonight.”
“Okay. Come to dinner with my brothers and me tomorrow at our mom’s house.” I ran my thumb along her cheek.
“Dinner again?”
“Yeah. We get together for dinner twice a month.”
“I don’t know, Roman.”
“What else do you have to do? Nothing. I’ll pick you up at four o’clock.” I turned and grabbed my clothes from the floor.