His Prize Attorney - A Billionaire BWWM Alpha Male BBW Romance (Hutton Brothers Book 1)

by Kylie Hudson

  I bolt out of my chair and start pacing the floor and after a few moments I whip out my private cell phone.

  It is time to make a call I have been dreading and hoping that it wouldn’t have come to this. But now that someone is trying to fuck me, and by extension, my family, it is time to bring in the big guns.

  I belong to a poker-playing Billionaire’s Club that comprises a brotherhood of some very heavy hitters. Dominic Spencer, who made his fortune selling arms around the world, as well as providing private security to a number of nefarious characters, is in town, and having heard of my plight, told me to holler at him if I needed help.

  Dominic has been in touch with Carl Wright, the tech billionaire, a man who can ferret out any information on the planet, by legal or illegal means, who is also in my corner.

  “Dominic,” I bark into the phone. “I need you and Carl to hop on over to my office. It seems things have gotten to the stage where I could use your special skills.”

  Without a word the line goes dead and I know Dominic is on his way. The man is a freaking god of war, but he married a young girl a few years aback and has been living the good life, but still misses the thrill of living on the edge of darkness. This incident of mine will surely get his adrenalin pumping once again.

  “Who was that?” Doug asks suspiciously. “Or, on second thought, if that was who I think it was, I definitely do not want to know.”

  So we continue shooting the breeze for awhile, waiting on my special visitors, and close to an hour later two men enter the room unannounced via the private elevator.

  Now if you thought I was tall and huge in size, you have to meet Dominic. The former Marine and Navy Seal is one huge motherfucker, who makes me almost feel like a dwarf. Carl, on the other hand, has a more nerdy, boyish feature with his glasses and all, but he too is one powerful hombre.

  “Dominic…Carl,” I rush over to meet my gambling buddies and close business associates, slapping both of them on their backs. “Let me introduce you to my brothers Tanner and Noah, and of course you know my attorney and friend-for-life, Doug.”

  Both men deliver their greetings, with Dominic, in particular, wearing a scowl on his face. “Now Carl is going to tap into every fucking network that exists on the planet and report on any chatter about this sordid affair, while I am going to reach out to my friends in the Underworld to find out who is fucking with my buddy,” Dominic says gruffly, his face wearing a dispassionate frown. “But do you have any idea who could be setting you up?”

  My hand reaches for my chin and I am silent for a minute. “Shit, dude, I have crossed so many people it could be any of a hundred persons - from husbands whose wives I fucked, to rivals whose companies I stole.”

  Then it hit me. Recently, I had received a bid for a set of buildings I own on prime real estate in the Bronx, but which I maintained as a community center for underprivileged youths. I had refused the more than generous offer, and the guy fronting the operation, a known mobster, Logan Davoe, had issued threats. But I get threats every day, so I didn’t take it too seriously.

  Could he be behind it all?

  Dominic and Carl listen to my theory, and quietly bid farewell with a promise to report in very soon.

  “Big bro,” Noah exhales. “Seems we have a fight on our hands.”

  My blood is boiling and my breath hitches in my throat. “If they want war, they are going to get a fucking war. I will make the cocksuckers wish they were never born. You mark my words.”

  ***

  Soraya prowls the courtroom like a caged tiger. I had in no way expected her demeanor to change just because I fucked her. If anything she now appears more focused and hardened, I guess wishing to prove to herself that she can separate sex from her work.

  Shit, she is looking even more beautiful today, if that were possible. She has a glow about her - you know, the look of a woman was properly fucked the night before. I can sense it, and I am sure everyone else in the room can too.

  Our mystery witness, the deceased’s sister is on the stand lying her ass off. I want to walk up to the stand and slap the shit out of her, but I know I have to appear calm and attentive.

  Soraya’s eyes meet mine as she points in my direction while asking a question, but her stare is blank. Gone is the tenderness and the passion of the woman I fucked on the table a few feet away from me. In its place appears the incarnation of Hannibal.

  My lover is out for blood - my blood.

  After the witness completes her testimony, Doug goes in for cross-examination and tries his best to punch holes in her story. As I said, he is the best defense attorney money can buy, but I am now realizing that if we do not find out who is behind this set-up, my only option will be to take the stand.

  Doug has warned me that that would be suicide. But somehow the perversity of facing the woman I am fucking, in this courtroom, has my cock standing at attention.

  Mercifully, the day ends and this time I notice that Soraya quickly packs her case and slips away with her bestie Scarlett who had been watching the event unfold inside the courtroom. Doug notices my eyes trailing the women and shakes his head. “Down boy,” he signals. “Keep away from her. The stakes have risen. You are fighting for your freedom, so start thinking with your big head, not the small one inside your pants.”

  Ignoring my attorney’s advice, I make a beeline for the lobby, but Soraya is nowhere to be found, instead I see Scarlett motioning to me from a corner. Sauntering over, she pulls me aside. “You guys need to talk,” she whispers. “She is talking about recusing herself from the case. You cannot allow that to happen if you are the man I think you are. This is her big break and I won’t let one bout of sex, no matter how good, ruin my girl’s life. Okay, dude?”

  I shake my head in acknowledgement. The last thing I would want is for her to pass over the case to someone else. No matter how good Soraya is, I know I won’t go to jail and I won’t let her lose either. I will find out who set me up and have the case dismissed.

  “Where is she?” I demand gruffly.

  “You can see her at my place later, say at about 7 o clock. Don’t worry, she will be alone. I will be by her apartment while you guys talk,” Scarlett says, looking at me intently as if trying to peer into my soul.

  It is obvious she loves Soraya very much and is only concerned about her state of mind.

  Scarlett looks at me in an uncharacteristic nervous manner. It seems she wants to ask me something, but is not sure how to do so. “Just blurt it out,” I say casually, anxious to seek out Soraya.

  “The tall guy who was supporting you in court today, that’s one of your brothers, right?” Her face is rather flushed and little Miss Scarlett is actually blushing.

  I’m slightly amused. So the chickens are indeed coming home to roost. “Yeah, that’s the middle brother, Tanner. What, you like him?” I give her a wink and poke her in the ribs playfully. I like Scarlett. Not only is she beautiful, but she is one classy dame.

  Scarlett again blushes up a storm, batting her long lashes, her grey eyes twinkling. “I never said I did,” she protests. “I was just curious since he kinda looks like you.”

  Taking out one of my cards, I hastily jot down Tanner’s private cell number and place it in her hand. “If you do call, tell him I gave you his number. I won’t say anything to him about you asking.” I am lying of course. I wouldn’t keep a secret like this from my brother.

  With a wave of my hands I am off and running, heading back to my apartment where I shower and quickly change into something casual, yet sporty enough that Soraya’s knickers will be all in a twist when she sees me.

  This evening I decide to drive the an anonymous Honda Accord which no one knows that I own and which won’t attract too much attention when I arrive at Soraya’s place. Now that we have ascertained that someone is out to get me, I can’t take any chances. I also ensure my bodyguards keep a respectable distance, and I don’t ditch them like I often do, when on a mission of may I say an intimate one.


  So I drive around the city for awhile, until I am sure that no one is following me. I guess with me on trial whoever is after my kingdom is sitting somewhere with a smug smile on their faces. But with the help of my billionaire friends I will be wiping that fucking smile off their ugly mugs very soon.

  No one fucks with Romeo Hutton or his family and gets away with it. I mean nobody.

  Arriving at Soraya and Scarlett’s apartment building, I park the Honda in the designated parking area and make my way up the private elevator. I am to have my rendezvous with Soraya at Scarlett’s apartment in order to maintain the confidentiality of our dangerous liaison.

  Soraya answers the buzzer dressed casually in a matching shorts and blouse set. She looks absolutely fantastic with her bountiful ass firmly tucked inside the shorts, and the outline of her camel toe at the front of her crotch way too pronounced for me not to notice. Her face is a mixture of joy and reservation.

  This woman is a freaking walking, breathing sex bomb. Just the sight or scent of her is enough to inflame a man to dastardly thoughts.

  “Hi beautiful,” I croon, breaking the ice and giving her one of my patented Casanova smiles.

  Soraya’s iridescent brown eyes study my features, and despite her somber mood, a smile pleats here face and her bee-stung lips curl upwards. All I can think of is her lips slurping on my cock, sucking all the white juice from my sputtering rod. “Hi handsome,” she says smiling. “Stop standing there gawking at me like you have not seen me in less clothing than this, and get your ass inside.”

  Pushing the door open, I retrieve the picnic basket that I had hidden outside and slap her on her shapely ass, causing her to jerk away. “You sure are a sight for sore eyes.” I rock my head back and forth, following her backside. “I have been thinking around you all day. I just love watching you work the courtroom. It’s so fucking sexy.”

  Soraya blushes up a storm, her eyes glistening in the artificial light. “What do you have there?” She makes a beeline for the picnic basket.

  Pulling it away from her, I wave her off. “This, my dear, is our dinner. Last time you guys did all the cooking, so I’m returning the compliments.”

  “So you cooked for us?”

  “As much as I would like to, I can’t take the credit. I had my favorite Italian restaurant deliver a meal fit for a king and a queen.”

  “So you are my king now?”

  “You have been my queen from the moment I first set eyes on you in the courtroom.”

  “Flattery will not get you a reduced sentence.”

  “Then, I hope it gets me a few visits in prison from you.”

  The curvy woman lets out a laugh that seems to come from deep down in her soul and her eyes soften. “Come along, let me spread a blanket in the middle of the living room and you can show me what you bought.”

  So we spread out a tasty fare on the blanket, swishing down the lobster, salmon and other delights with expensive white wine from my personal collection. Soraya has a healthy appetite and certainly puts away a hearty portion, all the while her eyes are taking subtle peeks at me.

  Finally, she sips on her wine and turns her stare fully at me. “So Romeo Hutton, pardon my French, but what the fuck are we doing here playing house?”

  Our eyes lock for what seems like an eternity, engaged in a silent battle of wills, with neither willing to give an inch. “I thought we were having a nice picnic.” I make a face. “Don’t you agree?”

  Soraya taps me on the shoulder. “Can you be serious for one minute, dude? I mean, what’s going on here? Are you fucking me as part of some game, or to try and get me to ease up on you in court? Because if that’s the case, it is not going to happen.”

  Now it’s my turn to punch her playfully on the arm. “On the contrary, I would be disappointed if you did not do your best to have me convicted.” I take a sip of wine and rub my hands together.

  “So you really want me to send you to jail?”

  “I won’t be going to jail.”

  “So you think your lawyer can beat me?”

  “I think you are both great lawyers, but you are forgetting one thing.”

  “Pray enlighten me, attorney Hutton.”

  “You are forgetting I am innocent and in the long run that will set me free.”

  “I have put away many people like you who proclaim their innocence.”

  “But none as handsome as me, of that I’m sure”

  She laughs again and falls back on the carpet, almost spreading her legs out in front of me. I am tempted to just roll over and fuck her brains out right there on the carpet, and it takes all my willpower to resist the urge. I need to have a serious conversation with her and this may be my last chance before the trial gets really heated and I may have to face her on the witness stand.

  “You are right, none as handsome as you,” she tells me, rising back into a sitting position. “But you know we are both playing a dangerous game here, Romeo. We have everything to lose if our little affair is discovered, me in particular.”

  She is right. She is the prosecuting attorney fucking the man she is trying to convict, surely a conflict of interest. “Then why did you let me fuck your brains out?”

  A glazed look appears in her eyes. “I don’t know. I have thrown cold water on so many men over the years. I have been asking myself the same question. Why you, Romeo? Of all the men in the world I could have sex with, why you of all people?”

  Getting up gingerly and sitting right next to her, I place my arm around Soraya’s shoulder and feel her shiver against me. With all her bravado and steel, she is still a woman - A woman who needs affection and someone to make her feel desired.

  Over the years I have realized that the most driven professional women want a man who will take charge when they are away from the confines of their profession. That way they can just let their hair down and depend on someone else for a few hours a day.

  “Why me, Romeo? What do you want from me? This could destroy me and by extension my career,” she says, eyes roaming the room as if searching for an answer on one of the paintings on the walls.

  I cradle her in my arms, feeling her chest heaving against mine. “I will never let anything happen to you; even if it means me having to go to prison although I am innocent.”

  Soraya pounds her fists against my chest. “As much as I want to believe you, I cannot discuss the case with you,” she says, a hint of tears forming in the corner of her eyes.

  Kissing away the liquid drops, I press against her once more. “It won’t come to that,” I assure her. “I will prove my innocence and find the killer before it gets to the judge. I promise.”

  “You had better.” Soraya grins. “Because I aim to bury your cute, firm ass.”

  With that we both fall on our backs, eyes trained at the ceiling, fingers entwined. The only sound in the room is the beating of our hearts. “I am going to tell you something about myself that I have never told a man.” She places her head on my massive chest, listening to the thundering beating of my heart. “I was abused as a teenager by an uncle. I never told anyone, not even my parents, and because of that I have been cold to all men…until you came along.” She kisses my chest, running her fingers against the fabric of my shirt.

  Holding her tenderly, massaging her scalp, I slowly begin to realize I am starting to develop strong feelings for this young woman…feelings I have not experienced since Toya and her untimely death.

  “Now that uncle I would kill,” I grunt. “I promise I will get him for you one day.”

  Soraya gives me a wicked punch in the gut. “As much as I want to agree with you, remember I am an officer of the court and you can’t say things like that in front of me.”

  I laugh, but inside I am deadly serious. This man who wounded her will pay dearly, even if not with his life, but he is going to pay in blood for what he has done.

  “What about you, what deep dark secret are you holding close to your chest?” Soraya rises on her elbows
, pressing them into my abs as she looks at me. She scrunches her brows, marveling at the fact that I don’t even wince at the added pressure on my body.

  “I was in love once,” I say, a wounded look darkening my features. “But she was murdered in front of my eyes, and from that day I decided to give up my not so noble activities and go on the straight and narrow. In her death, she saved my life.”

  I relate the period when as a teenager I had to fend for myself and my brothers, hustling to make a living and just to keep alive. I had a way with words and the local mobsters would send me as their emissary whenever they wanted someone to negotiate deals.

  Then I met Toya and she convinced me that I needed to put my brains to good use. So in between my hustling, I would go to school, studying real estate, finance, economics and pretty soon I was investing the money I was making, buying run-down houses and flipping them for loads of cash.

  After she was gunned down in a drive-by, I gave up the life of a hustler and went totally legit. Eventually, I convinced one of the local kingpins to back one of my ventures. I paid him off with interest and from that day my real estate business has never looked back, turning thousands into millions and finally millions into billions.

  Today, my real estate holdings and other diversified businesses are turning over several billions each year. Tanner and Noah remained by my side and are now senior executives on my team.

  “Wow.” She lets out a low whistle after I have finished pouring out my heart to her. “You have really come a long way, Romeo.”

  “Yeah, but there is still something missing.”

  “What is that? You sound like a man with everything.”

  “I don’t have you.”

  “You don’t want me. I am just another of your playthings…your toys.”

  “They why are you with me if you feel that way?”

  “The sex is just too good.”

  Now it’s my turn to laugh. She is funny as hell when she lets down her hair. Soraya is proving to be a woman who matches my wit.

  I am beginning to like her a lot.