Love of a Lifetime (7 page)

“You’re mine, Carla. 
Mine!
”

Nearing release, his thrusts never faltered.  Powering inside of her, even measured thrusts.

“Say it!  Who do you belong to?”

Carla moaned as his thrusts became shorter, faster, harder.  The head of his cock hit that magical spot inside her with each pass.  A few more strokes and she will soar.

“Tell me, Carla. 
Now!”

“Oh, God!
  You, Bill!  I belong to you!”

Bill roared out as his release poured inside her, as the walls of her pussy convulsed around him in her own release.  When the last pulses erupted from his cock, he collapsed on top of her.  Moving quickly to the side as not to crush her, he wrapped her in his arms and drew her tight against his body.

He tenderly kissed the spot beneath her ear and whispered.  “Damn, right you do.  It’s past time you remembered that.

Chapter Five

Bill walked into the office an hour before his usual day starts.  Atayla was sitting behind her desk with her nose stuffed in Law References.  The sight was a familiar one.  He couldn’t ask for a better assistant than her.

At this moment, though, he was furious and he wasn’t quite sure it shouldn’t be directed at her.  Looking at Ashley manning the already busy phone, he decided he needed a more private setting for this conversation.

Rapping on the door caught Atayla’s attention.  Bill motioned for her to follow him into his office.   For what he intended, he didn’t need any witnesses.  Walking into his office, he sat on the edge of his desk while Atayla shut the door then faced him.

“Have a seat.”  Bill waved towards one of the chairs his clients sat in.

“Bill, I’m so sorry.  I had no way of knowing that had even been insinuated let alone…”

Bill waved away whatever else she was about to say.

“This Margaret you were with last night, who is she?”

“Margaret Howard.  She is Ms. Wilson’s assistant.  We were going to have dinner together last night and discuss the upcoming fundraiser for the Women’s Shelter.  Please tell me that Carla is alright.  She was so upset last night and she wouldn’t talk to me.”  Atayla gasped out a sob.  “She looked at me as though I were the enemy.  Like I knew it was going on and was hiding it from her.”

Bill sighed.  “She came to me and we talked it out.  Is this woman trustworthy?  Do you believe that she was telling the truth?”

Atayla looked at him like he was crazy.  “That you are having an affair with Ms. Wilson?  Hell no, I don’t believe it!”

“No, that she heard Patricia say that she was having an affair with me.”

Atayla thought about that for a minute. 
“Yes, definitely.
 
Marg
is very much a feminist.  If she weren’t serious about letting Carla know she approved of her leaving your ‘cheating ass’ she would never have mentioned it.”

Bill ran his hand over his short cropped hair.  “Great, just what I need.  Someone to encourage Carla to make this even harder on me than it’s already been.”

Atayla laughed.  “But you two are working things out, right?”

“Thank God for that too.  I don’t know how much longer I can play along with this separation before I cave and just tie her to the bed.”

“So how are you going to handle Ms. Wilson?”  Concerned about what this could do to Bill’s career.

“I have no idea.  Allowing this rumor to run rampant will be bad for my career.  Confronting Patricia would also be bad for my career.  Going behind her back and making a formal complaint, if it turns out to be false, would really be bad for my career.”

“So what are you going to do?”

Bill blew out a frustrated breath.  “I don’t know.  If I let it go on, it looks like I’m guilty.  If I fight back, it draws bad publicity.  Not to mention that it will stir up a hornets nest at the Prosecutor’s office and amongst the judges.  It shouldn’t be that way but it is.”

“The fundraiser for the Women’s Shelter is coming up this weekend.  Bring Carla.  Dance and drink and mingle and show every single one of them high society twerps that you only have eyes for your wife.”

“Do you really think it will matter?”

Laughing, Atayla shook her hear.  “Probably not, but it may stir up enough doubt.  We don’t even know how far these rumors reach.  As far as we know it doesn’t reach any further than the Prosecuting Attorney’s office.”

Bill shook his head.  It stood to reason that Patricia had only said it to manipulate the situation.  Then again, he never knew Patricia to outright lie about something personal when there was no gain to it.

There were other ways to accomplish her goals without dragging him through the dirt. 
Unless that was the point.
  If popular opinion was against him, her chances of winning against him increase tenfold.  But if infidelity was her ammunition, you would think that the backlash would affect her as well since she was the other supposed deceptive party.

“I’ll need to talk to Carla.  Ultimately it is her decision whether or not to attend.  I’m not going to ask her to swim with sharks when our separation and these rumors are the equivalent of having a thick raw steak tied around her throat.”

“Do you want me to do some digging?  I’m sure I could have a pretty good grasp on far this nonsense goes by the end of the day.”

Bill nodded.  “Be discreet.  Now, what torturous agenda do you have for me today?”

Laughing evilly, Atayla said “I emailed your agenda to you already.  Have fun!”

Turning, she walked out the door, leaving Bill to his day.

Walking back to her office, she made a mental list of the people she could contact and fish around for information.  Margaret would be a good one.  She hated working for Ms. Wilson and would do anything to help Atayla out.  Especially when she learned that Ms. Wilson was making false accusations.

Margaret had been secretly plotting to discredit the old bat for over a year now.  No way did she want her elected into the DA’s office.  The woman just didn’t deserve it. With Margaret there to do all her work for her, all she has to do is show up for court and impress everyone with her knowledge of legal jargon. 

There are other younger candidates for the office who are more qualified and have actually worked hard for the position.  Patricia Wilson expected everything to be handed to her on a silver platter.  To say that there was a lack of respect for the woman’s work ethic would be an understatement.

“Miss Parker?”

Atayla had just rounded the desk when she heard the semi-familiar voice.  Looking up at the man, she identified him rather quickly.

“Mr. Aiello!  Good to see you. What brings you here today?”

“I have more information I want put into record about my ex.  I just went and picked my son up from her neighbor’s house.  Apparently Cassie had dropped him off, asking her to watch him for a few hours.  That was two days ago.”

“Dear Lord!”  Atayla shook her head.  “Come with me and we will make out a statement.  I will also need a statement from the neighbor.  We will file with the police as well and get started on an emergency custody order.  Since this is the second time she has done this maybe the judge will be more inclined to rule in your favor.”

Atayla sighed, knowing it was going to be a rough road to travel.  The judge in this case hated taking children away from custodial parents if there was no indication of actual harm done.  He would most likely deny the motion this time too since Cassie had made sure the boy was taken care of in her absence.

Sometimes the system sucked big time.  Until Social Services steps up and verifies that Cassie is an unfit parent, the judge will only slap her hands.  It amazed her how situations were allowed to repeat themselves until eventually someone did get hurt.  She just hoped it wasn’t that precious little boy.

Well, her fishing expedition was just going to have to wait.  Clients come first, always.  Maybe she could use her lunch break to dig up information for Bill.

Leading the client towards he office she asked, “How is your sister?  You mentioned that she was having trouble with her pregnancy.”

His smile was bright and proud.  “She had a baby girl.  Her name is
Jordyn
Availa
Aiello. She is the prettiest little thing I have ever seen.”

His happiness was infectious.  Atayla beamed at him.  “I’ll bet she is!  Have a seat and we’ll get this started.”

Later that night, Bill arrived home to find Carla’s Jeep resting in the garage.  It was such a surprise to see it there that he almost didn’t get stopped before he wrecked into the house.  Slamming the SUV in park, he hurried into the house with one goal in mind: to kiss the ever loving hell out of his wife.  It had been so long since she had welcomed him home after a long day at the office that he almost made a fool out of himself by crying like a baby.  Wouldn’t that just be the topper on an already shitty day? 

Not only did one of his clients violate a restraining order against him, effectively losing the case before they even went to court, but Atayla had learned that Patricia was going to be the Prosecuting Attorney on the State vs. Weinstein case. 

State vs. Weinstein is the biggest case of his career.  This case will literally make or break him.  Now he understood the whys of Patricia’s actions, it is the biggest case of her career as well.  By reporting an affair, if she loses this case, she can demand a retrial based on compromised evidence.  Evidence she would claim Bill had access to and essentially ‘stolen’ during one of their private encounters.

It truly was unbelievable.  Of course there was no way to actually prove her motive, so he had to do his
damndest
now to refute her claims.  Not that it should be all that hard since she had absolutely no tangible proof whatsoever. 

The aroma of cumin and cilantro infiltrated his senses as soon as he opened the door, putting his thoughts back on track.  His mouth began to water and his stomach reminded him that he hadn’t eaten since lunch.  The Spanish dish Carla was making was one of his favorites.

Maria, his father’s Hispanic maid, practically raised him after his mother ran off.  She had given the recipe to Carla when they married.  She always said the way to keep a man happy was to keep his stomach filled with his favorite foods.

Bill didn’t think she was all that far off the mark.  As long as there was a good woman in that equation he could easily be the happiest man on earth.  If only he hadn’t let his career get in the way of that happiness he would probably be a father as well as a husband right now.

There were times when he regretted his decision to follow in his father’s footsteps and wondered how Carla had managed to hang on as long as she had.  She had put off her owns dreams in order for Bill to achieve his.  Now look where it got her. 

All she ever wanted was a home and family.  She had talked at length about having children of her own before they were married.  Children she had wanted him to give her.  All he ended up giving her though was grief and misery.

Where had he gone wrong?  At what point had he become so selfish that her needs had become meaningless?  It’s no wonder she left him.  Hell, he would have left him too.  It wasn’t too late to repair things, thank goodness.  Carla agreed to give him this time to make things right and he was going to do it.  Maybe they could also start working on that family they both wanted.

As he turned into the kitchen, the sight that greeted him warmed his heart.  He saw her standing in front of the stove, frying corn tortillas. 
Absolutely beautiful.
  No woman in the world could compare to her.  A lump formed in his throat as he thought about how close he came to losing her.  It couldn’t happen.  He wouldn’t allow it to happen.  Walking up to her, he enfolded her in his arms and kissed the side of her neck.

“I love you, sweetheart.”

She smiled at him and leaned over to kiss the side of his head.

“I love you, too.  What brought this on?”

He smiled in return then rested his forehead against hers.

“I’m just glad to come home and find you here.”

“I’m glad to
be
here.  I miss being home.”  Carla sighed as she turned to tend to the tortillas.

Placing his hands on her shoulders, Bill quietly suggested “Maybe you should move back in.”

Carla shook her head.  “I don’t think that is a good idea.”

Bill dropped his hands from her shoulders and stepped back. “Why?  You are here all the time anyway!  What makes a difference if you move your stuff back in here?”

“If I move back in now then all this effort we have put into our marriage will be for nothing.”

“For nothing?”
  He asked angrily.  “How can you say that?  Give me one good reason why that would be true!”