I got on the elevator and took out my phone. I needed to let the courts know that he was in the hospital and would be there for a while. I needed to also get a copy of the police report so that I could use it as a possible defense when his trial came up.
I stopped by the court clerk’s office to give them an update of what happened. His court date was postponed immediately. The clerk told me that I’d get a notice with a new date. I decided to head home. It had been a long day, and I could use a relaxing bath and a glass of wine.
I pulled up to the house and was about to pull into the driveway when I noticed an unfamiliar car parked by the side of the street. I looked but didn’t see anyone sitting inside. I pulled into my driveway, and then I noticed the two detectives standing at my door. I parked and jumped out. “How may I help you?” I said in a very serious tone.
“Hello again, Mrs. Ipswich. How are you doing?”
“I’m doing quite fine. I thought I told your ass last time to contact my lawyer if you had any more questions. Do I need to pay a visit to your supervisor? ’Cause I damn sure will,” I stated.
“You know, Mrs. Ipswich, for the life of me, I can’t figure out why a woman who claims she was so in love with her husband, as you claimed, would not want to find his killer.”
“You know nothing about me. You’re fishing around because you’re too damn lazy to go out there and find the real killer or killers. I loved my husband despite our differences. Maybe you need to go and check that faggot he was sleeping with. My husband broke it off with him to work on our marriage.”
“Or I can go and talk to that client of yours. What’s his name? Javon Sanders. Tell me, Mrs. Ipswich, did your husband know that you were fooling around on him with your client?”
“Get off my fucking property, and I will be down at the office in the morning filing a harassment charge against you.” I quickly opened my door and stormed inside, leaving them standing out there.
I flopped down on the couch and threw my briefcase on the floor. That bastard caught me off guard when he mentioned Javon’s name. Out of all the clients I represented, why would he single him out? My investigative instinct was in full mode. I kicked my heels off and walked into the kitchen. I needed a strong drink to calm my nerves. These damn kids were going to have to fend for themselves tonight because I was going to lie down. I needed to figure out this shit.
I took a quick shower and got into bed. I tried to fall asleep, but I couldn’t. That detective’s voice kept echoing in my head. I had no idea what was going on but, whatever it was, I didn’t want to have any part of it.
* * *
The next morning, I was up bright and early. I was still tired because I didn’t get any sleep the night before. I was nervous because I know that Javon killed Trent, and I wasn’t sure that the police weren’t on to him. At first, I trusted Javon because, in my mind, he was a real street nigga, and I really thought that he would not fold. Over the course of time, however, I didn’t know if I really could trust him. I was an attorney, and I’d seen too often where the hardest niggas folded under pressure. There was no way I was going down with this nigga for anything concerning Trent. I worked too hard to fucking lose everything.
I got into the office at a quarter to ten. Dana was on the phone, so I waved and walked into my office. I dialed Isiah’s extension. “Hey, are you busy?”
“No, what’s going on?”
“I need to talk to you about a possible case.”
“Okay, I’ll be over there in a sec.”
I hung up the phone and leaned back into my recliner. I hated to bring my partner into my personal business, but I thought it was time. I really needed to get a great defense on my side, just in case these bitch-ass detectives wanted to play.
There was a loud knock at the door. “Come on in,” I hollered.
Isiah’s fine ass entered my office. Too bad his ass wasn’t into my kind, and when I say my kind, I mean he was as gay as a baby. It was a damn shame because he was a fine-ass specimen of a man.
“What’s up, babe?” he asked as he flopped down on my sofa.
I turned my chair around to face him. “I think I need to hire you.”
“Hire me? For what?” he looked at me suspiciously.
“Well, ever since Trent got killed, these two detectives have been harassing me, showing up to the office and also to my home. I feel like they are accusing me of having something to do with his murder.”
“Really? Girl, that’s blasphemy. You couldn’t hurt a fly if you wanted to.” He giggled.
I wasn’t in the mood to joke because something inside of me was telling me that there was a storm brewing. “I just want to hire you just in case anything pops off. I know you’re one of the best out there, plus I know you have my best interests at heart.”
“Well, you know you’re the sister I’ve always wanted. I will talk to my friend down at the station to see if he’s heard anything about an investigation. Okay, so since I’m now your attorney, is there anything you need me to know?”
“No, not at all. I was home with my husband when he was killed. I don’t have any motive since we were going to counseling and working on our marriage. They damn sure can’t say it was for his money because everybody knows that the money was mine.”
“Okay, got you. You know how these police are desperate to close a case when one of their own is killed. Trent might’ve retired, but he will always be considered one of the boys in blue.”
“Well, I have too much to worry about. I have to raise my girls now that Trent is gone. I need to find us a new house and get them situated again.”
“Have you thought about taking a leave for a little while? You’ve been through a lot lately.”
“I can’t. I have this case that I’m preparing to take to trial. That’s another thing; he got shot up, so he is in the hospital, fighting for his life. This case is starting to get so difficult.”
“I can take it over for you. I mean, the judge knows you just lost your husband, so I don’t see any objections.”
“I know, but . . .” I massaged my temples. “I have to handle this one, but thanks for the offer.”
We ended up talking for a little while longer, and then he went back to his office. I trusted that I was making the best decision because, next to me, Isiah was the best defense attorney.
I wished I could take him up on that offer to take a leave, but I knew Javon would have a fit, and I wasn’t ready to deal with that.
I went over a few cases, answered some e-mails, and set up my calendar for the next month. I decided to leave early; I had a few errands to run.
“Hey, please send an invoice over to these clients,” I said to Dana and handed her a folder.
“You going to lunch? I was going to join you.”
“No, I’m leaving for the day. I have some business to take care of.”
“Oh, okay.”
Without responding, I smiled and walked off. I got in my car and headed to police headquarters. I needed to talk to Mr. DA himself. I parked my car and headed into the office.
“Hello. I’m here to see District Attorney Devon Williams.”
“Your name please, and do you have an appointment?”
“My name is Attorney Ipswich and, no, I don’t have an appointment.”
“Well, he might be working on a case. Hold on; let me check.”
That was all I wanted you to do, bitch, not tell me what the fuck you thought. I stood there, waiting patiently as she hung the phone up.
“The first door on the left.”
I smiled at her old ass and walked off. I already knew where his office was located because I’d been in here numerous times. I didn’t bother to knock. I pushed the door and entered the office.
“The beautiful Malaya.” He stepped around the desk and gave me a tight hug, squeezing my ass. “Ass still firm,” he whispered in my ear. He walked back to his huge mahogany desk and sat there, smiling from ear to ear.
“Hello,
Devon. It’s nice to see you.” I crossed my legs and sat up straight.
“Hmm. So, what did I do to receive this visit from the beautiful defense attorney?”
“I want to talk off the record.”
“All right, talk.”
“I need a favor. I need you to drop the charges against my client.”
He looked at me like he did not understand what I just said. After a few moments, he spoke. “What the hell are you talking about? What scum bag are you referring to now?”
“Javon Sanders.”
“Ha-ha. Oh, him. You know I can’t do that. The State of Virginia has been trying to get this bum and his crew off the streets for a decade. This is major, real major. Shit, we’re all getting raises after this case is over.”
“Devon, you are an asshole, you know that? A man’s life is on the line, and you’re worried about a fucking raise?”
“Come on, Malaya, stop being so uptight. I’ve thrown away a lot of cases before for you, but this one is out of the question. I’m just the messenger boy on this one. I take orders from my bosses, and if I lose, I will lose my job also.”
“So, you’re worried about this piece of shit job? You can start your own firm.”
“Malaya, sorry to inform you, I’m not rich like you. I need this job to take care of my family.”
“I understand. Well, I tell you what, I haven’t had any dick in a while, and I miss sucking your dick, so how about we meet up Friday night for a little night rendezvous?” I licked my lips and smiled.
He sat there, thinking. “Well, yes, it would have to be after nine. The wife will be going out to her parents’ house for the weekend.”
“Deal. I’ll call you on Friday.” I got up and walked out of the office.
See, Mr. District Attorney and I go all the way back. We were both in law school, but he wanted more. He wanted to be a district attorney so, after a few years, he went back to finish his studies. It’s kind of crazy because, right after he lost his first case to me, we ended up fucking, and after that, we would sneak off every chance we got. He was married, so it got kind of hectic, sneaking off without being seen. I finally had to break it off because his annoying-ass wife would blow him up all the damn time. The nigga’s head would be in my pussy, and the phone would constantly be ringing, interrupting my nut.
After I left his office, I was more optimistic about Javon’s case. Speaking of Javon, I decided to drop by the hospital and pay a quick visit. I just hoped that his deranged bitch was nowhere in sight. I swear, I hated a ghetto-ass, weave-wearing, gum-popping bitch with a loud mouth. Shit, I saw why he wanted a woman with class.
I circled the hospital parking lot for damn near fifteen minutes. I was getting frustrated and was about to leave. I spotted a car pulling out, so I immediately positioned myself to pull in. I saw another car trying to steal the space. I honked my horn and cut him off. “Fuck, you see me waiting,” I yelled out of my window.
“Fuck you, bitch,” he yelled back.
I didn’t bother to respond. I parked and grabbed my purse. I was in an upbeat mood, so I pranced to the clerk’s desk with my ID already in hand. “Hello. I’m here to see Javon Sanders, and here is my identification.” I handed it to her.
She took it, looked at it, looked back at her screen, and then looked at me. “I’m sorry, ma’am, but you’re not allowed to visit the patient.”
“What? You’re mistaken. I’m his attorney, and I just saw him yesterday.” I was annoyed as fuck; this bitch was tripping.
“Ma’am, yes, but you are on the ‘do not allow’ list. I’m sorry about that, but until that is lifted, you cannot see the patient.”
I noticed that there were people around, staring at me. I grabbed my ID and stormed off. That’s when it hit me: that dumb-ass bitch must’ve put that shit on there. That ho was weak as hell for pulling that stunt.
I stormed out of the lobby and walked to my car. This little bitch had tried it. Seems I’ma have to show her little ass that, no matter what she does, her man is still going to fuck me and suck me. Young bitches kill my nerves, I thought before I pulled off.
CHAPTER NINE
Malaya
It was Friday, and I was in a great mood. Matter of fact, I was looking forward to seeing Mr. District Attorney himself, but I kind of love how I pronounced that. It kind of put a sexy edge on his name. I loved a man with power, and if you saw how he managed himself around the courtroom, you would definitely see what I was talking about.
I dropped the girls off at their grandmother’s house. Even though that miserable bitch still tried to accuse me of having something to do with her son’s murder, I still allowed them to go visit her. Plus, they were close with their cousins. I hurried home so I could take a shower. I had to make sure my pussy was well trimmed, douche it out, and wash it carefully with my Dove body wash. I welcomed the warm water beating down on my tired body. It had definitely been a rough week for me, so I was ready to relax and unwind.
I grabbed a pair of my Victoria’s Secret sexy lace panties and bra. I lotioned down with my Laura Mercier Ambre Vanillé Body Butter. This cream was on the expensive side, but it was well worth it because it moisturized my skin and left my skin soft, just the way I liked it.
I called Devon’s phone. “Meet me at the Marriott on Broad. I will let you know what room we’re in.” I knew I was being bold going to this hotel, because this was my regular spot with Javon. Oh, well. He was still in the hospital, so I was safe for now.
I set the alarm, grabbed my Michael Kors clutch, and walked out into the chilly night. I was looking forward to be in the company of this brown, tall, sexy brother. I sped away. I could’ve sworn I was being followed, but I brushed it off. I thought it was because the detectives ruffled my feathers.
I walked into the lobby of the Marriott and gave them my name. I paid, and the clerk handed me the keys. As soon as I got in the room, I pulled out my mini SecureGuard Six Power Outlet Tap spy camera. This was one of the latest from the spy shop. It was surprising how easy they made it to record things these days. I plugged it into the wall, beside our bed.
I dialed his number. “Where are you?”
“Pulling up to the hotel. What room are you in?”
“I’m in room 221.”
“See you in a minute, and you better be butt-ass naked, waiting on daddy.” He chuckled.
“You know it.” I chuckled back at him.
I jumped out of the bed and stripped out of my clothes, keeping on my panties and my bra. Before I could jump back into the bed, I heard a tap on the door. I walked over, looked through the peephole, and then opened the door.
It was really refreshing to see him in casual clothes. He had on Nike sweatpants that were revealing his dick print. “Hey, babe,” he said as he pulled me toward him and kissed me. I didn’t resist. Instead, I started kissing him back.
“Damn, you all right? You’re acting like you’re starving for this pussy,” I teased.
“Malaya, you know how much I love this pussy.” He grabbed my crotch, pulling the panties down. We made it to the bed, and he let me go and hurriedly removed his clothes. His dick was already hard, and my pussy was soaking wet. I hadn’t had any dick since the last time Javon and I fucked. Plus, getting new dick was always better. I was careful to turn my back to the video, but his performance was on center stage. He sucked on my clit and licked my ass from front to back. His head was buried deep between my legs. “Oweii, baby, I missed this. Don’t you hold this pussy from me anymore,” he gasped as he dug back in.
I wrapped my legs around his neck while I slowly ground on his face. My body tensed up as my heart rate sped up. I gripped his head and shoved it all the way in. My muscles tightened as my legs trembled. Juice spilled out onto his face. He sucked harder, using his tongue to clean up the spilled juice.
My pussy was throbbing hard, and my insides were tingling. I wanted to feel this hard, pretty dick all the way inside of me. “Come on, babe. Let me feel you inside of m
e.” I pulled him up toward me and widened my legs. He got up and reached for his pants, pulling out a pack of Magnum condoms. He opened the pack and placed one on his dick. He then lifted my legs and eased into me slowly. “Aw, aw, aw,” I moaned as I put my arms around his back. He looked into my eyes with his dark bedroom eyes and slowly fucked me. This man was definitely experienced and knew all of the ways to touch a woman’s insides. He was satisfying me in a way that made me wish that I could savor the moment. I had to break my stare. There was no way I could allow myself to fall for this man. I was here for one reason and one reason only.
I threw the pussy on him, slowly grinding on his dick in a way that turned him on more. He gripped my waist and pulled me up to him. I felt his dick all the way in my stomach. The pressure was intense but not enough to make me back down. Each stroke he threw, I matched it. My pussy muscles tightened around his shaft. I gripped my nails into his skin, but that quickly made him slow down.
“Don’t leave no marks, babe.”
I smiled at him and eased my fingers off him. He quickly dove back into what he was doing before. The veins in my head were enlarged as I used everything in me to stop from screaming. I braced myself as I came all over him. That only made him dig deeper inside of me. I braced myself against the headboard as he broke my walls down. His veins were enlarged, and his strokes were longer.
“Aarghhhhhhh,” he screamed out. I held him tight as I exploded also. He lay on top of me, quiet. After a few minutes, he got up. “That was some good shit right there,” he said as he walked off into the bathroom. I was tempted to check the video, but I was too scared that he might catch me. I lay on my back, just thinking about how pleasurable that was.
“Hey, you ain’t fall asleep on me, did you?” He chuckled as he picked up his cell phone and checked it.
Matter of fact, he was correct. It was as if someone sucked the energy out of me. I’d waited on him until I dozed off. “You took too long in there.” I sat up in the bed. I wanted to go to the bathroom, but I was worried he might become suspicious of the plug into the wall. “You want to order something to eat?”
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