Nodding my head, I said, “So?”
“After reading it a million times, there was something missing. It appeared to have more pages to it. Getting in touch with your father, he told me who drew up the paperwork originally. I requested it from them and I got it before we left to come down here. Earlier today was the first time I had a chance to read it over.”
My heart felt as if it was slamming against my chest. “A-and?”
“Robert can’t touch your trust, baby. It was set up so only blood relatives had any legal access to it.”
My mouth fell to the ground. “Shut up. So this whole time . . . this whole time I was worrying for nothing?”
Nodding his head, Aaron said, “I’m afraid so. The previous lawyer missed it, but I’ve got to say, it was kind of easy to miss.”
“Holy shit,” I mumbled as Aaron put his hand on my leg.
“Please trust me, baby. I’m going to win.”
Pressing my lips together, I nodded my head and whispered, “I trust you, Aaron.”
Minutes later, we were back at the beach house and Aaron was ushering me into the guesthouse. Shutting the door, he turned to me. “I swear to you, I won’t let him hurt you ever again. He is not going to win. I need you to trust me, Sierra.”
I instantly saw it in his eyes. Aaron was a man on a mission; he clearly knew he was going to win.
“You found something else out though earlier, didn’t you?” I asked.
Aaron’s face fell. “Sierra, it’s something I really don’t want to have to share with you or in front of the court, but I will if I have to.”
A part of me wanted to know what it was and the other part wanted to ignore what Aaron just said. “Will it make a difference in my case?”
Nodding his head slowly, he said, “It could.”
Swallowing hard, I barely spoke above a whisper. “I want to know.”
Pushing his fingers through his hair, Aaron dropped his head back and stared at the ceiling. I knew whatever it was, he was trying to keep it from me because he feared it would hurt me.
Dropping his head back down, Aaron looked me in the eyes. “Robert had other affairs.”
Standing up taller, I let it soak in.
Fucking dickwad, asshole, dirtbag . . . fucker!
Taking in a deep calming breath, I slowly blew it out. “It doesn’t matter at this point, because I discovered something this weekend.”
Aaron looked at me with a surprised look on his face. “What?” he asked.
“I thought I loved Robert when really what we shared was nothing at all like love. I know that because what I feel for you is completely different. What I feel for you is absolute true love.”
Aaron’s body instantly relaxed as he flashed me a smile that melted my insides. Pulling me into his arms, I let my body relax into his. Aaron pushed his hand into my hair and took in a deep breath as he held me close. “I want to make love to you, Sierra.”
Smiling, I pulled back and looked into his blue eyes. “Well, we are in the guesthouse.”
TAKING ANOTHER LOOK AT THE clock, I let out a frustrated sigh. Three in the morning and I had yet to fall asleep. Great. I’m going to be exhausted for the trial.
Glancing down, I smiled as I saw Princess sleeping peacefully next to me in my king-sized bed. “Glad one of us can sleep.”
Scrubbing my hands down my face, I gave up the fight and got out of bed. “Fuck this.”
Two minutes later, I was standing in my kitchen waiting for my Keurig to make me a cup of hot tea. Taking my tea, I made my way into my office and sat at my desk. Sierra’s file was sitting there ready to go. Closing my eyes, I hoped like hell everything went according to plan. If I had my way, we’d be done in less than thirty minutes.
Letting out a sigh, I set my tea down and went over my notes . . . again. My phone buzzed on my desk, and I couldn’t help but smile when I saw her name flash across my screen.
Sierra.
Sliding my phone open, I opened up her text message.
Sierra: Can’t sleep. I hope you’re sleeping.
Me: Nope. Sitting in my office drinking tea.
Sierra had been staying at her friends Kacey’s house for the last two nights. Ever since we came back from the coast, Sierra had been acting different. Even though she tried to hide it . . . I knew she was freaked out by her dirt bag husband having her every move followed.
Sierra: I’m horny. My hand isn’t doing the job.
Spitting my tea out, I read Sierra’s text. Jesus this girl was going to be the death of me.
Me: Facetime me now!
Smiling, I waited for her reply.
Sierra: I can do you one better.
Me: I don’t think so. I want to watch you touch yourself.
Taking another drink of my tea, I waited for her reply.
Sierra: Come to your back door.
Sitting up, I read the text three times. What in the hell?
Jumping up, I quickly ran through my house and unlocked my back door. Standing in front of me was the woman of my dreams dressed in a long trench coat.
My eyes moved across her and landed on her lips. Fuck I wanted them wrapped around my dick. Licking my lips, I let out a chuckle. “What in the hell are you doing dressed in a trench coat and standing at my back door?”
Sierra looked around before pushing her way inside the house and slamming the door shut. “I couldn’t risk being followed. I took a cab to the airport and then took another cab to Kerby Lane on William Cannon. Then I took an Uber car and had them drop me off three blocks from your house. I practically crawled through shrubs and trees to get here.”
I stood there stunned as I looked at her. She had dirt all over her face; her sneakers were muddy, her hair a complete mess, and her hands were covered in dirt as well. “Jesus, you’re covered in dirt!”
Walking over to the sink, Sierra turned on the water and began cleaning her hands. She didn’t even bother to look at me as she answered, “Your neighbors’ yards. By the way, your neighbor two doors down to the left, he’s a perve. He’s up watching porn and let me tell you, I’ve never seen a man go to town on his own dick like he was. He also is one of those people who have their damn sprinklers go off at three in the morning. Dickhead.”
Turning around, Sierra looked at me like she hadn’t just said all the crazy shit she said. I was pretty sure my mouth was hanging open. “You crawled three blocks, through my neighbors’ yards?”
Pulling her head back and giving me a look like I was crazy, Sierra shook her head. “Fuck no. Some of them have tall fences. I only crawled through the four right
here on your street. Mrs. Patterson’s little Chihuahua caught me off guard but I was able to toss him into the pool and buy myself some time. By the time he swam out, I scaled the fence. Of course that’s when I saw the perve and had to scrub my eyes to erase the horror.”
Shaking my head to clear it, I stood there gaping at Sierra. “You threw . . . the dog . . . in the pool? The dog?”
Nodding her head, she smiled slightly. “If you ever need private eye work, I’m your girl. If anyone was following me, I lost them long ago. There was absolutely no method to my madness.”
Sierra smiled and scrunched up her nose. And this woman takes care of poor unsuspecting mothers’ newborn children. God I loved her.
Tilting her head, Sierra reached up and untied her coat, letting it fall open. I reached out and steadied myself by grabbing onto the kitchen island. “Holy hell, you’re breathtaking.”
Sierra pushed the trench coat off her body and stood before me wearing nothing but a pink lace bra and matching thong.
Slipping her hand into her panties, she dropped her head back and sucked in a breath while she touched herself. We shouldn’t be doing this. Licking my lips, I watched as Sierra worked herself up. Small whimpers from her lips had me pushing my boxers down and grabbing my dick in my hand.
Fuck it.
Walking up to Sierra, I pulled her hand out and picked her up as she smiled at me like I was her everything. “I want it rough, Aaron.”
Letting out a deep growl, I placed Sierra back down and turned her around. “Put your hands on the island, baby, and hold on.”
Looking at me over her shoulder, Sierra bit down on her lip and narrowed her eye at me.
Pushing her panties out of the way, I placed my dick at the entrance of her pussy and began teasing her. Slipping my fingers in, I about rolled my eyes in the back of my head when I felt how wet she was.
Dropping her head, Sierra began panting as she begged me for more. “Aaron, please don’t tease me. I’m stressed out for Christ’s sake!”