Chapter 18
CHAPTER 18
Roman
“This is how tonight is going to end,” I said, opening the car door for Morgan. Walking around to the other side, I climbed in and looked at her. “I’m taking you to the hotel, you’re going to pack an overnight bag, and then I’m taking you back to my house, where I’m going to fuck you senseless.”
“So that you know, Roman. I don’t take too kindly to commands or people telling me what to do.” Her brow arched in a sexy way. “But tonight, you’ll get a free pass. And only because I want to go back to your house.”
“And?” I smiled.
“Have you fuck me senseless.”
The corners of my mouth curved upward as I stared into her beautiful eyes. I’d never brought a girl around to meet my parents before, but with her, it felt right. I couldn’t explain it, nor did I want to. All I knew was that Morgan Ashley was in my head, and she wasn’t leaving it anytime soon.
After we left the hotel, I drove us to my home. Grabbing her bag from the back seat, I took it inside and set it on the floor. Turning to her, I placed my hand on her cheek and kissed her sweet lips. Our lips stayed locked as we undressed, leaving a trail of clothes from the living room up the stairs. Once we reached the hallway, I pushed her against the wall, one hand placed on the arch of her back while the other held her arms above her head. My lips traveled to her neck. Her scent—one that I took full note of back in Turks and Caicos. A delicate and enticing mix of jasmine, rose, and musk—a fragrance that demanded to be noticed. No matter where she was, the scent lingered in the air, enveloping my senses and making it hard to focus on anything else.
“After I fuck you here, you’ll have full control in the bedroom,” I whispered in her ear as my hand slid down her torso and my fingers dipped inside.
She gasped while her body trembled.
I thrust inside, taking in the warmth and wetness that coated my hard cock. Our lips met for a passionate kiss. Letting go of her wrists, I gripped her ass and lifted her up while still inside her. Her legs wrapped tightly around my waist and her arms around my neck. I thrust in and out like a wild beast until our bodies orgasmed at the same time. Carrying her to the bedroom, I lay her down on the bed, kissing her before pulling out.
I roll on my back, trying to catch my breath. She rolled on her side and placed her hand on my chest.
“Why doesn’t the great Roman Hamilton have a girlfriend?” she asked.
“I like my space and my freedom. I can’t handle the constant check-ins, the expectations, and the compromises. Relationships make me feel suffocated and trapped. Then I pull away, women get hurt, and everything falls apart.”
“So, you’ve been in a relationship before?” she asked.
“A couple when I was younger. But it never lasted long enough for me to introduce them to my family for the reasons I just told you.”
“But you introduced me to your family.” A smirk crossed her lips.
“You’re different. You work for me. That’s the only reason.” I didn’t know who I was trying to convince—her or myself. “What about yourself? You’re beautiful, sexy, and smart.” I smiled.
“I have trust issues. Besides, I’m a control freak. Being in control is my number one survival rule. A lot of men can’t handle that.”
“So you’ve never been in a relationship?” I asked.
“No. Then I’d have to divulge all my secrets, and letting someone get close to me is a risk I’m unwilling to take.”
“But you trust me,” I said.
“Who said I trusted you?” Her eyes narrowed. “Just because we have sex doesn’t mean I trust you. Besides, for the moment, you’re my medication.”
“What the hell does that mean?” My brows furrowed.
“I self-medicate with sex.”
“Can you elaborate on that?”
“Not really. Some people pop medication to make them feel better. I have sex.”
“You do realize how dangerous that is, right?”
“Seriously?” She laughed. “Hello pot, meet kettle.”
“It’s different for me. I’m a man.”
“And I’m a woman who can take care of herself.”
She climbed on top of me and pushed my arms above my head, locking my wrists tightly in her grip. The way her long hair fell over her shoulders, the sparkle in her eyes, and her perfect naked body straddling me had my cock rising to the occasion .
“Now, you just lie there and be a good boy.” Her free hand reached behind her and gripped my cock.
I let out a moan, letting her take complete control over me.
“Good morning, Olivia. I need you to type up a motion for the Williamson’s case and give it to me immediately. I need to take it to the judge.”
“Will do, boss. So, Morgan found some new evidence?”
“Possibly.” I took off my suit coat and sat behind my desk. “I need a cup of coffee.”
“Coming right up.” She smiled.
“Morning,” Julian said as he and Parker entered my office. “We’ve been here since six-thirty and shocked you weren’t. You’re always here at six-thirty on Mondays.”
“Morgan and I were up really late.”
“She spent the night again?” Parker’s eyes narrowed.
“What is going on with you?” Julian asked.
“Nothing. I like her company.”
“Honestly, I’m surprised she stuck around after meeting the family over the weekend.” Parker smirked.
“Speaking of Morgan, where is she?”
“In the conference room looking into Love. What did you two do last night after leaving Mom’s house?”
“Hit up the bar, met a chick, took her home, fucked, kicked her out, went to bed.” Julian smiled.
“Same,” Parker said.
“And you would have been right there with us if Morgan wasn’t around, and you know it.” Julian pointed at me.
“But she is around and the only woman I want to have sex with. ”
“What are you going to do when she goes back to New York?” Parker asked.
“What do you mean? Life will go on after she leaves.”
My office door opened, and Morgan walked in.
“Good morning, boys. I’m happy you’re all here. I have some information on one Miss Love McCallan.”
“What did you find?” I asked, leaning back in my chair.
“I found that she’s squeaky clean.”
“Oh, come on,” Julian said. “You had to have found something.”
“Sorry, Julian.” I shook my head. “There’s nothing. She pays her bills on time, has a decent credit score, and she’s never been arrested.”
“Dig deeper,” Julian said.
“Bro, stop.” I sighed. “If there were something, Morgan would have found it.”
“Here’s your motion, Roman.” Olivia walked in and handed me a file folder.
“Thanks, Olivia. Morgan, let’s go.” I stood from my desk and grabbed my suit coat.
“Where are we going?”
“To talk to the judge.”
“Why do I have to go?” she asked.
“Because I may need you there if the judge gives me a hard time. You found the connection between Gregory and Grace.”
Ollie dropped us off in front of the courthouse. I grabbed my briefcase, climbed out of the car, and Morgan and I walked into the building.
“How do you know the judge is even available?” Morgan asked.
“I pulled up his docket. He doesn’t have a case until noon. Good morning, Yazmin.” I smiled .
“Morning, Mr. Hamilton. What can I do for you?”
“We need to speak to Judge Barrister.”
“I’ll see if he’s available.” She stood and went into his office. “He’ll see you, Mr. Hamilton.”
“Thanks, Yazmin. Good morning, judge.” I stepped inside with a smile.
“Mr. Hamilton, what brings you by?”
“This.” I handed him the file.
He set it on his desk and studied it.
“You’re kidding me, right?” He glanced up at me.
“No. I believe we can prove that Theodore Williamson is innocent.”
“And who’s this?” He pointed at Morgan.
“This is my private investigator, Morgan Ashley.”
“What did you find, Miss Ashley?” Judge Barrister asked.
“She found out?—”
“I want to hear it from her, Mr. Hamilton.”
“Yes, your honor. I apologize.”
“Well, Gregory Williamson’s car was parked across the street from the restaurant the night Grace was killed. The diamond necklace she wore was given to her by Gregory Williamson, not her mother, as she told everyone. He was the one she was having an affair with and was the father of her baby.”
“Do you have proof the child was his?” he asked.
“Not yet, but I will,” Morgan replied. “Here’s the thing, your honor. Gregory Williamson was jealous of his brother. He was jealous of the relationship between him and his mother, and he was jealous of his relationship with Grace. That’s why he began an affair with her. But when she got pregnant, that threatened everything. Their father was all set to give Theo the V.P. position at his company, and Gregory was livid because he thought he deserved that position. After all, he was his biological son, not Theo.”
“Are you saying that Theo was adopted?”
“Yes. The Williamson’s adopted Theo when he was a baby after Mrs. Williamson was told she couldn’t have children. But soon after they brought Theo home, Mrs. Williamson discovered she was pregnant.”
“There was no mention during the trial that he was adopted,” Judge Barrister said.
“Because nobody bothered to look into it or ask,” Morgan spoke. “All the evidence pointed to Theo, which was good enough for the D.A. As far as they were concerned, it was an open-and-shut case.”
“I’m still not convinced there’s enough to retry this case.”
“I have proof that ties Gregory to Grace, your honor,” Morgan said. “He was the one having an affair with her, not some guy named Travis nobody could find.”
“But there’s no actual proof that he murdered her, Miss Ashley. Do you understand that? And you, Mr. Hamilton.” He pointed at me. “You should know better than to bring this to me without hard evidence. Do you know what the public would do if we were to reopen this case? Everyone believes Theodore Williamson murdered his girlfriend. It only took the jury two hours to deliberate. There was no doubt in their minds either.”
“Because it was set up to make him look guilty,” I said. “You know I don’t take on cases I don’t think I can win.”
“I also believe Gregory killed his own mother,” Morgan blurted out.
“Excuse me?” Judge Barrister’s brows furrowed. “You can’t say something like that without proof, young lady.” He leaned back in his chair and ran his hand down his face .
“An innocent man was wrongfully convicted. Will you be able to sleep at night knowing this?” Morgan asked.
“You need more proof,” Judge Barrister said.
“And I’ll get it.”
He stared at her momentarily and then at me. I smiled when he grabbed a pen from the holder and signed the motion.
“I’m putting this case on my docket for two weeks from today. Don’t make me regret this.”
“Thank you, your honor.” I smiled.