Model Prisoner

Epilogue

Earl

One Year Later

A year ago, I never thought I’d be holding my son in arms like I am right now. Already, he’s gotten so big since he was born. I love him and his mama more than life itself. So much has happened in so little time that I’ve barely had a moment to breathe, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. Victoria is back to full time modeling and acting while I’m still at the prison. My parents watch Hamilton, yeah, we went there with that one, when I am working until he can get a spot in day care.

When my buddy, Kyle, the DA from the county clerk’s office, unofficially looked into Victoria’s case, I never dreamed that we’d uncover so much corruption and collusion in one federal case, but we did and there was no turning back. In the end it wasn’t just Victoria’s case that was overturned but fifteen other federal convictions where the prosecutor, Shannon Mullins and the defense attorney, Jacob Porter, fabricated evidence for David Gest, Victoria’s now apprehended CFO. Best friends forever those three. They have been scheming the government and charities up and down the eastern seaboard since 2003.

This week has been a rare occasion that Victoria is working overnight somewhere but she is due back in any minute. I am laying on the living room floor with Hamilton while he has some tummy time when the front door opens.

“Where are my boys?” Victoria singsongs.

“In here,” I reply, sitting up.

“Hello, my beautiful baby. Did you miss mommy?” she asks going straight for Hamilton. She picks him and coos over him. Standing, I watch her with him. She’s a natural caregiver. It’s a joy to watch them together. I wait my turn, patiently, until she is done cuddling. Then she turns to me and gives me one her dazzling, just for me, smiles.

“Welcome home, babe,” I say before dipping my head to kiss her. “Did you have fun?”

“Thanks. I did have fun, but I missed you guys. I am so glad it was just a quick campaign ad, but they gave me the dress and a lifetime supply of the perfume. It’s amazing, light and airy. I will have no problem making this my signature scent. I have no idea what she’s talking about. When we video chatted, I saw a Ferrari, so I assumed the ad was for the car.

“That’s nice,” I say chuckling. Hamilton starts crying.

“Dinner time,” we say in unison and then laugh.

We get right back into our routine. When Hamilton is down for the night, I give Victoria a massage before we take a shower together. I climb onto the bed, between her thighs and eat her sweet cunt like a man starved. Hell, I have been starved for a week without her. She runs her fingers through my hair, keeping her pressed to me. Moving up her body, I kiss her lips, sucking them into my mouth. She moans when she tastes herself. Lining my dick up with her slick opening, I thrust my hips forward and slide into her tight heat. Her back arches off of the bed and her long nails dig into my back. I bury my face in her neck and suck on the bit of skin above her collar bone. I know that I will leave a mark on her, but I like seeing my mark on her and so does she.

She moans under me, her legs tightening around my waist. She flexes her inner muscles and unmans me. I am coming in seconds, filling her, breeding her. We want lots of children and I have no problem practicing in the meantime.

“I love you,” she cries out as she comes.

“I love you too,” I growl, still pumping into her.

Finally, I pull out of her slowly, and drop down on the bed next to her. She turns onto her side and half lays on me.

“I’m pregnant again,” she whispers.

“That’s fucking amazing,” I say, kissing her full, slightly swollen lips. And it truly is.

She is everything I ever wanted, and I am so glad that I found her. She says that I saved her but really, she saved me from a lifetime of loneliness and nothing but work. She opened up a whole new world for me and I will be forever grateful for her.

My model prisoner.

Epilogue

Victoria

Fourteen Years Later

After my release and subsequent apology from the State of Georgia and federal judge, we were busy. I was already pregnant, and things seemed to move quickly after that. I was welcomed back into modeling and acting with open arms after I appeared in De Rigueur magazine. It was as if my career didn’t skip a beat, except this time I didn’t go off the rails. Diet Coke and my husband are my only vices now. Try as I might to give it up, Diet Coke is life.