Emerald Eyes

EMERALD EYES







All fairytales do not have happy endings..





















D. NOELLE SMITH

Table of Contents









PROLOGUE 3


JENNA 9


CHAPTER ONE 10
CHAPTER TWO 33
CHAPTER THREE 45


VICTORIA 66


CHAPTER FOUR 67


HEATHER 94


CHAPTER FIVE 95
CHAPTER SIX 121
CHAPTER SEVEN 139



DALLAS 152

CHAPTER EIGHT 153
CHAPTER NINE 160
CHAPTER TEN 173


JENNA 180


CHAPTER ELEVEN 181


VICTORIA 195


CHAPTER TWELVE 196
CHAPTER THIRTEEN 206
CHAPTER FOURTEEN 222







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Prologue









“when it rains it pours”







“Alright, here’s the blueprint of the house. Adams, I need for you to enter from the back

door. Kent, Daniels, and Grayson you guys will enter here and here. Jenson and I will post here


at the entrance door. No one moves until I give the signal, got it.”



“Yes Sergeant.”


All the officers confirmed the orders.



“Now remember the suspect is armed and dangerous. The 911 dispatcher said that the

caller heard gun shots. So, let’s make sure we do this right. I do not want to have to deal with


the backlash if a shot is not clean.”


“Yes Sergeant.”




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Although the night was young, the midnight blue sky barely illuminated the mini

mansion. Even the inside of the house was pitched black. The only lights that provided some


type of assistance were in flashes of red then blue. Nevertheless, the lackluster of this source

was minimal at best.



Approximately ten police cars surrounded the entrance gate. There was no possible way


for the suspect to escape from this direction. However, the house was sitting on three acres of

land and the path that led to the house was at least 1200ft away. There had to be other possible

ways to escape.



By the gate was a guard booth. Sergeant Thompson signaled for the guard. He seemed


to slowly drag his weight towards the Sergeant. As if he was hesitant to answer any questions.


“Hi son,” Sergeant Thompson tried to make nice with the security guard.



“That’s Officer Bennett.”



A hint of annoyance was revealed by his tone.


“My apologies,” Sergeant Thompson responded.



He knew how to handle rent-a-cops. A lot of them were ex-military and were paid top


dollar so he knew they took their job seriously.


“I first want to thank you for the blueprint of the house.



“You’re welcome.”



With the acknowledgment of respect, Officer Bennett was now more receptive to talking

to the Sergeant.



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“Officer Bennett, I am going to require your assistance.”



“Not a problem.”


“Okay. First, are there any other light sources leading to the residence?”



“Actually, there is. I can activate the lights from the guard booth. They are on a timer


and usually cut on around nine o’clock.”


Officer Bennett started walking towards the guard booth. Before he was in full stride


Sergeant Thompson stopped him.



“One more thing, I need for you to look at this blueprint and point out any other exits that

will provide an escape route for the suspect.”



Sergeant Thompson attempted to hand the map over to the security guard, but he refused

to take it. He pointed towards the front gate.



“I can tell you without looking that this is the only way in and out.”


Sergeant Thompson didn’t know how to accept this information. What he did know was


that a lot of times loyalty lies with the client and since there were time restraints, he had to make

a quick decision.



“Alright fellas, it doesn’t seem as if the security guard is going to cooperate anymore.”



“Sarge, you want me to handle it?” Jenson inquired.













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“No, Jenson we don’t have any time for any cowboy antics. What we are going to do is

play it as safe as possible. It looks like we are going in blind. So, there is no room for


mistakes.”



The conversation between Sergeant Thompson and the officers was in earshot of my

vehicle. However, with all the commotion, a crowd started to form making it harder to hear.


Dammit! Don’t these idiots have to work in the morning? I was not exactly excited about the

growing group of spectators.



The Westchester Estates was a quiet gated community. The residents here were not

accustomed noise, let alone this type of activity in such an exclusive neighborhood. It was just a


matter of time before the gawkers began to emerge.


I peered from my car window hoping for a better look. To my dismay, my efforts were


futile. I needed to get closer. I wanted to see exactly what was going on. I decided to get out of

my car. I tried to walk as close to the action as possible. But before I could get in a good


position, a police officer began to roll out the crime scene tape.


“Ma’am I need for you to back up.”



The officer’s tone was polite but stern.



“I-I..,” I stammered.


I couldn’t find the words to help me in my objective to get closer to the scene. However,


from the officer’s response, I knew not to press my luck. Serves me right, I thought to myself. I

should have made my 911 call closer. Oh well, you can’t plan for everything.







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I pride myself in regard to my meticulous ways. I made the phone call at a near enough

payphone to avoid a possible trace. The last thing I wanted to do was get caught. So I made sure


that I took every precaution. If I lost a few minutes of sightseeing it will be well worth it in the

end.



Time seems to slowly pass by with no resulted actions. But in the same instance, I saw


the officers began to sidle towards the house.


It’s time. If only I had some popcorn. A smiled curved around my lips. I was giddy like


a kid awaiting Christmas. I knew what I was thinking was heartless but who cares. Besides, no

one cared about my feelings. It’s amazing how the tables have turned. Hopefully everything


goes as planned and he will be running into my arms. Maybe I would see him as soon as tonight.


A cool night breeze swept through my hair causing me to cozy up into my jacket. I place


my hands in my pockets. In the right pocket my hand discovered a foreign object. At first, I was

unable to identify it. With this curiosity, I pulled it out. It was a prescription bottle. Another


necessary evil.


“Oh how could I forget,” I whispered to myself. “I just might need to get rid of this.”



I placed it back into my pocket as I started to think of a way to dispose of it properly. No

mistakes. The last thing I needed was for anything to come back to haunt me.



I refocused my attention back to the present. It was just a matter of time before the police


brought her out in handcuffs. They would have no choice but to arrest her. I made sure that the

scene was set perfectly. The blood, the gun, and the body would be indisputable. Hopefully, the


drugs haven’t worn off and she is exactly where I left her.




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I couldn’t wait to see the look on that bitch’s face when she enters the crowd bloody and

shamed. It served her right. That innocent roll she tried to play. The thoughts she placed in his


head. The way she tricked him into marrying her.... The things she put him through. She had no

idea how to treat him. And I was not going to let her continue to carry on like this anymore. He


had a reputation to uphold no one was going to mess that up. Not even his wife.






















































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Jenna































































9

Chapter One







“the harsh reality”








“Put it down! Put the gun down Jenna!”



The loud voice boomed in my ears, slowly brining me to a reality that I was unfamiliar

with. The house was dark and through my haze I was able to make out the furniture in my foyer,


as well as a few family photos on the wall.



My eyes began to settle, adjusting to the darkness of my surroundings. I could barely see

where the voice was coming from. Within that same instant a bright overhead spotlight was

immediately turned on causing me to recoil.



In my temporary blinded state, I lift my hands up to shield my eyes from the brightness of

the light. Not realizing that there was an actual gun in my hands I began to walk towards the


voice.






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With one step my foot hit something. What the…? I look down and noticed a body lying

at my feet. I let out a shrill scream.




“Jenna don’t fucking move!”


I complied with the request.



“We can work this out. I just need for you to put the gun down.”


Without any conscious effort, the gun dropped. Expecting the gun to backfire, everyone


flinched including me. The impact of the gun hitting my marble floor initiated the closing in of

those surrounding me.



“Don’t move!” The voice shouted again.



My blood-soaked hands ignored the request and slowly crept up my side. My hands were

in autopilot with the designation to soothe my need to run my fingers through my hair staining

my dirty blonde highlights.



“Jenna, I said don’t fucking move!” The voice repeated itself.



This time I took heed to its request. My mind began to wrestle with the moment. The

only thing I could decipher was that I was in my home, covered in blood, with a body lying in


front of my feet. Who’s body? Who’s blood? Who’s gun? Those questions remained

unanswered.



“Jenna Lucas you are under arrest. You have the right to remind silent. Anything you

say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to have an attorney...”








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The officer grabbed me and threw me to the floor. After he Mirandized me, he led me to

the front door. We passed through a parade of police officers before I was placed in a squad car.



“Watch your head.” The arresting officer warned me as he assisted with my entrance into


the car.


He shut the door behind me. Not sure why, but I had a throbbing pain piercing the back


of my head. Maybe it was my blood I was covered in. Maybe I was trying to defend myself

from an intruder. But from the looks of those surrounding me it was clear that they thought


otherwise.


«««««« »»»»»»



“Jenna! Jenna! You’re doing it again.”



My thoughts were interrupted by the raspy voice of my cellmate. I went from one

implausible situation to the harsh reality of my incarceration. Not particularly relieved to be


back, I answered her.


“Doing what?”



I tried to play it cool. However, I knew the temperament of my cellmate.



“You are being rude! If someone is trying to talk to you, you should at least pay

attention!”



“DaVita, I’m sorry. I just… I just….”



I couldn’t get the words out. I was too busy with my previous train of thought.

Entertaining DaVita at this moment was the last thing I wanted to do.



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“Jenna it’s just plain and simple rudeness.”



DaVita didn’t even allow me to complete my sentence. She had a tendency of playing

the bully role from time to time.



“Again, I am sorry!” I snapped back.



In the short time that I have been in here I learned to show no weakness. It was true what

people say. Being in prison you have to have a jungle mentality. If you are weak the predators


in here will take you down.


“Oh, look at the little white girl. She’s has found herself a backbone. Let me tell you


something, bitch! You are no better than me in here. So, you better chill the fuck out.”


DaVita’s anger took me by surprise. Before I could response, a CO approached our cell.



“Lucas you have a visitor.”



The guard’s eyes seemed to be evaluating me. His gazed searched my body from head to

toe. His eyes were filled with lust. Honestly, if things were different, I might have been


flattered. But the harsh reality of prison made lust the last thing on my mind.


“Jenna we’ll handle this later,” DaVita snarled.



I ignored her snarky comment gathered my things and prepared to leave. I needed a


break from DaVita. She had the tendency of being overbearing at times.


After being cuffed the CO called over the radio for my cell to be opened. As I walked


out, the guard touched the middle of my back and clutched my ass. He whispered in my ear. It

was inaudible but I knew it was nasty.



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The audacity of these guards was outrageous. Yet I craved the attention and I think this

particular guard knew it. A sense of excitement inhibited the softest spots inside of me causing


for a warm wet sensation. It yearned for the need to be satisfied, a satisfaction that had been

missing for what seemed like a lifetime.



“Pull it together Jenna,” I softly whispered to myself. “You will not be in here for much


longer.”


Anytime out of my cell provided me with a sense of relief. However, I knew this relief


would only be temporary. I followed the CO down the unwelcoming cell block halls. My

nostrils were invaded by the harsh smells of unsanitary conditions masked by cleaning solution.


The dimly lit corridors left no room for comfort. The sounds of the sporadic banging drowned

out my previous sexually induced thoughts.



My desire to give this guard what he was asking for was now replaced by my need to feel

secure, to feel safe. To feel protected like I once was. My relief of being out of my cell quickly


dissipated.


Once we arrived at the visiting area entrance door, the guard pulled out his key card and


slid it through the access panel. The door slowly opened. It slammed immediately after we

walked into the visiting room. It reminded me of the limited control I had over my newfound


life.



I was instructed to sit at a little round table in the corner of the room. The visitation area

had a mildly similar layout as the rest of the prison. It was decorated with plastic flowers to add a

sense of warmth in the room. However, the cinder blocks walls were a reminder that you were


still incarcerated.


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After what felt like twenty minutes of waiting, I was greeted by a friendly face. The sight

of this person reminded me of my freedom, a freedom that would soon be mine again.



“Sorry for keeping you wait so long. It appears as if security has tightened even for


attorneys.” She smiled.


I instantly recognized this was her way of breaking the ice. Although she was my friend,


she had a way of always remaining professional.



“Hello Ms. Victoria Logan. How have you been?”


“I am fine. But I believe I should be asking you that question.” Victoria reached out to


embrace me. “Mrs. Lucas, how are you?”


“I’m fine. I am just trying to hold in there.”



As I lean in for the hug the sweet feeling of Victoria’s embrace swelled my eyes. She

could sense my words were disguised in lies.



Victoria sat next to me in an attempt to comfort. But it was too late. The tears were


beginning to stream down my face. I was grateful that she was here. She was the key to my

freedom, I felt blessed to be in her presence. My current surroundings of the barred windows,


gates, guns, and guards became unnoticed.


“Jenna it’s going to be okay. I have your appeal hearing this afternoon. We will get you


out of this hell hole.”


Victoria wiped my eyes. Her confidence was reassuring. She has always been that way


strong, beautiful, and extremely confident.




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Prior to meeting my husband, Victoria and I would party every night. When we walked

in the room all the eyes followed us. It reminded me of that typical cliché. Men wanted us and


women wanted to be us. This still remained true for me behind bars.



“Jenna have you been eating right? You look a little pale.” I wasn’t sure if Victoria was

gloating or truly concerned. She knew how important tanning was for me and to point out that I


was without one was a little aggravating.


Unannounced to the world, Victoria and I were always in an unspoken competition. I


shook my head and rolled my eyes trying to erase the unsavory thoughts. She was here to help

me. I need to stop thinking so negatively.



“Have they been treating you right in here?” She continued.



“You do know that there is not a tanning salon in prison?”


I looked at my pale arms and acknowledge the truth in her comment. I have never been


this pale since I was sixteen with my parents’ permission to tan once a week.


Victoria forced a smile through her expression of concern. But I could still tell that she


was genuinely concerned. I immediately began to regret my previous thoughts. As usual she

remained professional. I could tell that she felt a little animosity coming from my direction. But


through it all she kept her composure.


What’s wrong with you, I thought to myself. She’s only here to help. Why am I being so


rude? I promised myself to move forward that I would keep my hostilities to myself. They

probably stemmed from her being free and me being stuck in here.



“Jenna is there anything you need?”


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Victoria reached out for my hands. Honestly, I missed her. I missed all my best friends.

Strangely enough, I even missed him. The sad thing, he was the true love of my life, the one


who turned me into a woman, the reason why I was in here.



“Victoria, there is only one thing I need.” The tears began again.


She lowered her head. She knew exactly where this conversation was going. But she


decided to take it there anyway.



“Jenna anything you need?”


This gave me permission to release some of my emotional buildup. With each question


another tear formed.


“Have you heard from him? Has he called you? I managed to choke out.



“No, Jenna he has not contacted me.”



Victoria looked up at me with sadden eyes as she spoke. My throat began to swell. I

could not hold back. My stomach filled with emptiness. I could not believe he still had this


effect on me. The man hasn’t made one attempt to reach out to me since my sentencing. But for

some reason, I couldn’t help but to feel this way. The last time I saw him he was on the stand


testifying on my behalf regarding my character. However, it appeared as if it was benefiting the

opposition. Every word he said assured the jury that I was guilty.



On several occasions I tried to initiate eye contact with him, and he did everything he

could to avoid me. Coward. It was ridiculous that this was the man I still harbored feelings for.


But I could not believe… No, I would not believe that he would betray me. He was my husband.

That had to mean something.


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“Jenna you need to change your focus.” Victoria interrupted my thoughts. “You have to

stay out of your head and focus on the case. You do not need any distractions.”



“I seem to be doing that a lot.” I admitted.



“Well you need to stop. Remember, you were caught with a gun in your hand standing

over your husband’s mistress body. Your mind wandering off into multiple directions does not


help. If you want to reminisce, I need you to remember what happened that night. I need you to

help me help you. I cannot prove you’re innocent if you are unable to help with your case. Why


do you think we lost the first time?”


Without me noticing, Victoria took off her friendship hat and replaced it with her lawyer


beret. The time for interpersonal thoughts was not at this moment. But I was hurt by the abrupt

change in her demeanor.



“Victoria, I told you I can’t remember!” I could feel my blood pressure began to rise. “I


don’t know where the gun came from and I barely knew the dead girl. All that I remember is

that I had a massive headache and I was covered in blood.” The anger in my voice elevated. I

had no clue how I found myself in this mess.



“Well good thing you have me as your attorney.” Victoria grabbed my hands tighter. I

could tell she was trying to diffuse the situation. “I may not be able to prove your innocence, but


I do have a plan to get you off on a technicality.”



Victoria's words did want they were intended. My mind became at ease.


Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! The guard rudely slammed his fist on the table to grab all the


inmates’ attention.



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“Time is up!” The guard shouted. My assigned CO walked towards me. “Stand up

Lucas." I followed the guard’s instructions. He motioned for me to extend my arms in front of


me. Again, I followed his unspoken directions as he cuffed me.



“Jenna don’t worry. I promise I will get you out of here.”


Victoria stood up hugged me.



“That’s enough ladies.” The guard said sternly.



Victoria’s released her embrace and in that same instance freedom became that much

further away. Yet and still, I wanted to believe in Victoria. I needed to believe in her. She was


my only way out of here.


“Bye Victoria,” I managed to bellow out.



It took everything within me to gather my composure with the intent to drag my body out

of the visitation room.



“Come on Jenna. Move it!”



The CO guided me out the room by the middle of my back.



“Wyatt not now,” I sharply whispered. He recoiled.


As much as Victoria reminded me of my freedom, Wyatt reminded me of my


incarceration. And at this particular moment it was a feeling that I wanted to forget.



“Move it Jenna!”








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From Wyatt’s response I could tell he was offended by my brush off. But I yearned to be

outside of these prison walls. Wyatt continued on with his aggression towards me.



“Lucas don’t make me repeat myself.”



He always called me by my last name when he wanted to exert his authority. We

continued down the corridor. I looked behind me and watched Victoria heading towards the


entrance gate. She was now free from it all. As the gate opened, she turned around and waved

goodbye. She had simply exited out of my ongoing nightmare. If there was any time that I


envied her today marked that moment.


“Keep moving Lucas.” I turned back in the direction of my cell and picked up my pace.


“It’s time for you to learn a lesson in respect.”



Officer Wyatt grabbed my arm and forced me into a sequestered hall. Not knowing what

to expect, I suddenly stopped and turned around. I lifted my cuffed hands to his strong jaw line


and managed to affectionately caress his handsome face.


Wyatt grabbed my wrist and raised my cuffed hands over his head. We were now face to


face. I looked into his dark blue eyes and the sensation of uncontrollable lust returned to me. It

was greeted by his hand firmly exploring the unchartered territories of my inner thighs.

Although, the chastity of my prison blues, held back the pleasure I once knew.



Nevertheless, I was still able to feel a moist momentum stir inside of me. I wanted him


and he knew it. He grabbed my ass cuffing it. This time I was delighted. He pulled me nearer.

I could feel him growing underneath his pants.



“Ugh!” The frustrations of my sexual desires escaped my lips.



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“Sssssssssh!” Wyatt cried out. His expression was priceless. It was a mixture of

horrified excitement. This made me want him more.



With his freed hand he grabbed my breast. It was the perfect fit in his firm grip. The


wetness between my legs intensified. Our lips touched. He began to plant soft kisses in a

rhythmic pattern slowly down my neck.



“Ugh!” I cried out.



As much as I wanted these cuffs off, the very fact that I was cuffed was stimulating. On

the other hand, the cuffs restrained my urge to run my hands through his hair. I wanted him to

feel me. I wanted him to experience me. However, the confinement of prison reared its ugly


head again, reminding me that I had no control over my actions and or circumstances.



“Jenna… Wait stop…” Wyatt managed to utter.


But I couldn’t my sounds were uncontrollable. In the distance I heard voices nearby


heading in our direction. Wyatt pulled away from me. He must have heard them to.



“Jenna, we got to stop before someone sees us.”


Wyatt’s tone turned back into that professional correctional officer I met the first day of


my imprisonment.


“But Wyatt I want you so bad.”



This was the first time those words escaped my lips. He looked at me, planted the most

sensual kiss on my lips, and removed his arms from around my neck.



“Come on Lucas, let’s go.”



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Officer Wyatt turned me in the direction of my cell block and without touching,

caressing, or acknowledging what just happened he led me to my cell.



Officer Brandon Wyatt and I had a complicated relationship. It was so complicated that


it probably should not be labeled as a relationship. Nonetheless, it was the closest thing I had to

one. And although it was not perfect, it replaced a piece of me that was missing. It fulfilled a


happiness I once possessed.


This happiness was accompanied by an extravagant lifestyle. A life that only a few


people experienced and many dreamed about. I met my husband, Bradford Nathaniel Lucas IV,

through Victoria Logan, heirs of Washington, D.C.’s top-ranking law firm, Lucas & Logan.



When we attended Georgetown, Victoria introduced me to him at a homecoming after

party. Not surprisingly, Victoria was crowned Homecoming Queen and we went out to


celebrate. That day our competitive nature was set-aside. She was the kind of girl who lived for

titles. So instead of competing against her I decided to support her by running her campaign.


Her win was almost as satisfying to me as if I won it myself.


That night, Victoria was more beautiful than I have ever seen. She wore a short silk form


fitting dress. It accentuated her goddess like curves leaving no room for the imagination. Her

long black silky hair reminded me of a panther stepping out of its morning bath. Her dark


features were exotic like something you would see in Vogue magazine. She left everyone

breathless that night.



Victoria and I arrived at the club together. We met up with her high school frenemy

Dallas Winston. During our freshman year, Dallas and I formed a strong friendship. She took






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me under her wing becoming the big sister I never had. She was very protective over me.

Amazingly, as our friendship grew the rivalry between Victoria and Dallas did as well.



Dallas was standing at the bar when we noticed her. As usual she was surrounding by a


group of fawning men. Dallas’s slender frame was athletic, yet she looked as delicate as a rare

flower. Her honey suckle skin was complimented by her caramel apple undertone. She had short


brown hair touched by a mixture of platinum and blonde highlights. It seemed to be sculptured

by Michelangelo himself.



Dallas was a spit fire. Her bite was worse than her bark. But most men did not find that

out until it was too late. That pack of wolves had no idea what they were in for. Nevertheless,


her presence always seems to draw them in.


Once Dallas spotted Victoria and I, she waived for us to come to the bar. Her entourage


of admirers turned towards our direction and started to hoot and holler, shouting out the typical

cat calls. We maneuvered through the crowd, eventually making it to the bar.



“Can you believe these guys are our future leaders?” Dallas shouted over the loud music

and obnoxious noise.



“I know right.” Victoria shouted back.



The club was packed and any effort to find a reasonable spot to unwind was pointless.

The music blared so loudly it resulted in an agitating ringing in my ears. The constant flashes of


disco lights would have sparked an epileptic episode in anyone. This only added to my

aggravation.








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To validate my complaints, I lean over to ask Victoria a question. But to my surprise, she

had already made her move to Dallas’s entourage and from the looks of it she was in mid-


conversation. Victoria was not known to be the groupie type, but I guess after all she was the

Queen of all the commoners.



Victoria slipped between two of the guys in Dallas’s entourage. Although, her


conversation was with both guys, you could tell that most of her attention was directed at one.


“Hey Bradford, did you see the look on the other girls’ faces when they announced my


name?” Victoria provided Bradford with a dramatic pause before continuing.



“Well not everyone… Just your little girlfriend Elsa.”


Victoria’s face filled with pleasure, as if the disdain of her opponent was more satisfying


than the crown itself.


“You know ever since she found out that we were close she has been a bitch to me.”


Victoria tried to justify her animosity towards Elsa.


“Victoria you really need to relax. Enjoy your moment. Stop worrying about everyone


else. Especially Elsa.”



Bradford never liked for Victoria to involve herself in his dating life. She had a tendency

of forming a competitive jealousy.



“I am just playing. But I just want you to take note…”


“Take note of what?”








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“Take note of the fact that you are always defending your girlfriend!” Victoria snapped

back.



Even with the music blaring Bradford was clearly able to hear the distressed in her voice.


He had a soft spot in his heart for her. And the last thing he wanted to see was Victoria saddened

by anything he did.



“Toria, she is not my girlfriend.” Bradford knew this would bring her some type of

comfort. “Besides, you’re a big girl you do not need me to protect you.” Bradford softened his


tone and pulled Victoria closer towards him. “Victoria let me make myself very clear.” Bradford

looked into her eyes. “I am so happy for you. You deserved to win. None of those other girls


could even compare to you.”


As beautiful as Victoria was, Bradford knew his childhood friend needed his reassurance


occasionally.



“Bradford,” Victoria blushed. “You really know what to say to make a girl feel good

about herself.”



Bradford and Victoria both laughed.


“Oh Bradford, by the way, I have someone I want you to meet.”



“Oh really?” Bradford was stunned. He never thought Victoria would have done such a

thing.



“Jenna!” Victoria shouted.









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Once I recognized I was being summoned by Victoria, I turned in the direction of her

voice. She signaled for me to join her. It was perfect timing because I was starting to be


annoyed by the rest of Dallas’s entourage.



As I walked towards her, I noticed she was in the company of a nice-looking guy. This

was no surprise. Victoria always kept a handsome man on her arm. However, I secretly hoped


that this particular one was just an acquaintance.


“Bradford, I want you to meet Jenna. Jenna and I met in one of my prelaw classes.”



Bradford extended his hand out. With a smile he spoke just loud enough for me to hear

him over the music.



“Nice to meet you.”



His handshake was firm. It made me wonder if something else was just as firm. Jenna!!

I said to myself. Get your mind out the gutter. Sometimes I had to reprimand myself. There


was always the tendency of me going there whenever a nice-looking ring less man was in my

presence. I couldn’t help myself. This man had a way about him. He was the definition of tall,


dark, and handsome. His body alone was the epitome of perfection. It was a guilty pleasure just

to look at him.



“Hi Bradford, it’s nice to meet you to.”


Bradford and my eyes locked, and I felt an instant connection. Our gazed lasted longer


than the average meet and greet. He appeared to be reading my thoughts. And if that was true,

he would have wanted to bend me over right then and there.



“Jenna, my friends call me Lucas.”


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“Oh, okay.”



I looked in the direction of Victoria for clarity regarding their relationship. He must of

witness the confused expression on my face.



“Victoria is the only one who still calls me Bradford. It’s a childhood thing.”



“Okay then Lucas.”


Not knowing the relationship between Victoria and Lucas, I still felt the need to be a little


flirtatious.



“A girl must have to be extra special to be considered your friend.”


He returned my comment with a seductive smile. I reached out and touched his chest. It


was no shock that I could feel a muscular frame underneath his Forest Green Polo shirt. My

efforts to stop my outlandish behavior were useless. I couldn’t help but to shamelessly flirt with

this man.



“Alright you two, calm down.” Victoria chimed in. “Bradford, I told you that I would


introduce you to some nice girls. But Jenna is not one of them.”


Victoria let out one of the most vicious laughs. I could not tell if Victoria was being


facetious or just plain mean. But I decided to retreat anyway. The last thing I wanted to do is

ruin a great friendship.



“I’m sorry Victoria I did not mean to step on your toes.” My tone must have been

defensive because Victoria’s expression spoke a thousand words.



“Jenna, I was just playing. If you are interested in Bradford, you have my blessing.”



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I did not know if I heard her correctly due to the loudness of the music. But once

Victoria pushed me towards Lucas it confirmed her approval. However, the force of her shoved


bumped me into him making me lose my balance. Just like in a fairytale, Lucas was able to

catch me before I fell. Effortlessly, Lucas lifted me to my feet. Before I was completely upright


our eyes locked again.



“Jenna, your eyes… they change colors.”


Lucas was in trance. He was now putty in my hands. Yet and still, I was astonished that


he noticed so soon, especially under the club lights. He must have recognized the initial color

when we were first introduced. This made me want “call me Lucas” more.



“Yeah, they do that sometimes.” I tried to play it cool. “When I am in intense situations

they change from gray to blue.”



This was definitely an intense moment for me. It took everything in my power not to rip


his clothes off that very moment.


“What’s so intense about this moment?”



Was he clueless!! I was giving him my best seductive moves all while mother bear

Victoria lingered around waiting to strike. Did he not feel the energy between us? I thought


sparks were flying causing small fires. Send the message to Smokey the Bear. For goodness

sake, he noticed the color of my eyes! Was he playing the oblivious card? Was he really not that


interested? Am I over analyzing this? Many questions ran through my head. Questions only he

could answer.



“Hey Jenna… Do you want to get out of here?”



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Out of nowhere Lucas answered all my questions with one sentence. Ding! Ding! Ding!

Ding! You have solved the puzzle. Give this man his prize. And that prize was me. Almost


before he could finish his sentence, I tried to let out a causal yes. However, I was unsure to how

it escaped my lips.



“Okay, Lucas where would you like to go?”



I felt like I was in high school again. I didn’t want to look like a slut, but if he asked, I

was willing to do whatever he wanted, wherever he wanted, however he wanted it. He lowered


his upper body to be able to whisper in my ear.


“Jenna, wherever you heart desires we will go.”



Pinch me. Was I in a movie or something? This man had all the right words.



I looked back at the bar hoping to spot Dallas and Victoria. Within seconds, I saw them

playing some type of drinking game with the entourage. I turned back to Lucas.



“Let me check with my friends first.”



Lucas twisted his face in disappointment.


“Don’t worry it should be fine. It’s just proper girlfriend protocol.”



He replaced his face of disappointment with a smile. And oh, what a smile it was. As I


walked away, I slightly swung my head back around. I wanted to make sure that another woman

did not make an opportunistic move on “Mr. Call Me Lucas” in my absence. He had already met

his friend quota for the night.








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Just as I had hope, “Mr. Call Me Lucas’s” eyes were all on me. His stare was certainly

leaving me thinking that in this moment nothing else mattered. I gave him a flirtatious smile.


He returned the favor.



“Hey ladies!” I could not contain my excitement. “I think I am going to call it a night.”


I reached out to hug Dallas. Before I could complete the process, she playfully pushed


me away.



“Jenna you just got here!” Dallas seemed a little disappointed.


“Dallas don’t be so naïve. She sounds too excited to go straight home.” Victoria turned


her attention towards me. “You are about to leave with Bradford?” She pried.


All I could do was smile.



“I knew it!” Victoria was ecstatic like she had just won the grand prize on a game show.



“Who’s Bradford?” Dallas was confused by everyone’s in-depth knowledge regarding

the topic of Bradford.



“You know Lucas.” Victoria attempted to rationalize my decision in one sentence.



“Oh Lucas!” And with that, Victoria’s attempt was successful. “Well what are you

waiting for you better get to moving. You cannot leave that type of man alone.”



With the knowledge of Lucas, Dallas tried to hurry me along.



“Yeah you are right. I got to go.” I turned around and headed back in the direction of

Lucas.





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“Hey Jenna,” Victoria called out to me. “He is a real good guy but be careful. He’s

known for leaving a trail of women heartbroken.”



Victoria’s words left me a little anxious and she sensed it. “Don’t worry Jenna you are a


big girl. You should be able to handle yourself just fine.”


A little bit of relief came over me, I was unsure to why she felt the need to warn me.


This was not a big deal. I was in college. I have had one or two one night stands before. As

long as we practice safe sex, I had nothing to worry about.



“If he does not have a condom make sure you do.” Dallas tone was motherly.



I was a little aggravated by her prying. She seemed to be in my head and too much in my

business. But I guess that’s what overprotective big sisters do. I checked my purse to prove to


her that I was prepared. After a few minutes of searching, I realized that I did not have one.


“Here, make sure you are prepared next time.” Dallas handed me a condom making sure


I recognized her disapproval for my lack of readiness.


“Now remember Jenna no BJs until the third date.” My face flushed leaving me


speechless. Victoria always had a way of turning a teachable moment into a joke.



“Stop it Victoria you are embarrassing her.” Dallas’s natural response to protect me

kicked in.



“Relax. I am just being funny. Besides you know you have to tell these young girls

that.”



Once Dallas realized that Victoria was joking, she lightened up.




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“Yeah, that is true.” Dallas turned her attention back towards me. “Jenna you know I see

you as a little sister, right?”



I shook my head in acknowledgement of her statement.



“Jenna…,” she paused. “No BJs until the fifth date.”



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Chapter Two





“in strange places”








“Lucas, I am going to uncuff you and I want you to slowly walk into your cell. Do you


understand?”


Officer Wyatt waited for my response before he proceeded to uncuff me.



“Yes sir,” I answered.



Officer Wyatt pulled out his two-way radio from the side of his utility belt.


“Guard open cell block C7.”



His directive was answered with screeching of my cell door sliding open.


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“Ackers stand back.” Officer Wyatt directed at DaVita.



She did exactly as she was told. Officer Wyatt uncuffed my hands and forced me into my


cell. Once again, he spoke into his radio.


“Guard close cell block C7.”



The clink of the gate closing was the source of my misery.


“Lucas front and center.”



Wyatt had the tendency to go a little overboard when we were in mixed company. His


previous military experience was evident each time we spoke outside of more intimate

circumstances.



“Yes!”


I was annoyed. It was probably evident in my tone. I was sexually frustrated. Not only


did he hold the key to my freedom he also held the key to my sexual desires. He left me wet

without a purpose. And I was starting to believe that he was doing it on purpose.



“Lucas, that’s yes sir or yes Officer Wyatt. Let us try this again.”



Wyatt must have had a fetish for my embarrassment. I constantly found myself in these

tug-of-war power plays with Wyatt. This was a battle which I never found myself on the


winning end.


“Yes sir.”










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“That’s better Lucas.” Wyatt leaned in and whispered in my ear. “We will continue this

later. So be ready.”



He smiled, where only my eyes could see. His dimples met up with his strong jaw line.


This only ignited a fire inside of me big enough to take out a small forest. I could not believe the

control he had over my body. But I anticipated each touch. I yearned for our next encounter. I


returned the smile and watched him walk away from my cell. I couldn’t help but to stare. When

I turned around, I was met with the most livid glare I had ever seen in my life.



“What’s wrong with you Ackers?”


Our last encounter did not end well so I was attempting to smooth the animosity.



“Don’t play innocent with me. I see the way you look at him.”



DaVita made it clear that she thought she knew something about Wyatt and me. To be

quite honest, I thought we were doing a great job keeping us under wraps.



“I beg your pardon?” I tried my best to deflect from DaVita’s line of questioning.



“You know he is spoken for. It is probably in your best interest to stay away from him!”


I didn’t know if that last statement was a threat, warning, or just some friendly advice.


Either way I showed no emotion. When she said spoken for, I wonder who was she referring to,

a wife at home?



Although I was technically married, it meant nothing when you cross over into this

world. That went for prisoners as well as guards. When it came to prison relationships between


guards and guards, prisoners and prisoners, or even prisoners and guards it was rarely spoken of.




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However, rumor had it DaVita had a brief encounter with Wyatt. Maybe that was the reason for

her testiness.



“Well I have nothing to worry about. There is nothing going on between us. I am just


worried about my appeal. Right now, that is my only concern. Officer Wyatt was just scolding

me about my behavior in the visitation room. You know how much of a stickler he is.”



I looked at DaVita to see if she was buying my story.



“So that was it?” She continued to press the issue.


“Yeah, that was it.”



With that confirmation, the tension in the room seemed to be resolved. DaVita took the

bait and let go of her inquiry. What a relief. This girl was worse than the police officer that was


questioning me regarding that murder girl.


“How did the conversation go with your lawyer? DaVita tried to change the


conversation. At my relief, I answered.



“My lawyer seems to think that we have a chance for an acquittal based upon some

technicality. But I don’t want to get my hopes up. Especially, when we lost the first case, I


couldn’t even imagine me losing my case again. I just don’t think I will be able to handle it.”


This was the first time I really opened up to DaVita.



“I think you should probably change your lawyer. You shouldn't have lost your first trial.

I changed my lawyer and you know my lawyer just won my appeal. After my papers are


processed, I’m out of here.”




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DaVita’s so-called advice seemed tempting, but I still believed that Victoria would be the

best person to represent me.



“If I think she is screwing up I may just take you up on your offer.”



DaVita rolled her eyes. She must have heard the smugness in my tone.



“Have you ever thought that this may have been hard for her to? I mean your best friend

lost your case. She must be carrying this guilt with her every day.



Until now, I never really considered Victoria’s role in this. She always managed to be

my rock. Even though we lost my first case, I did not place a lot of blame on her. I was the one


useless in assisting in my defense because I blacked out. I didn’t remember anything. All I

know was that I partied really hard that night. Some client, I must have made things even more


difficult.


“Jenna you know there is no room for loyalty when you are fighting for your freedom.


To be honest with you, I would not make any legal decisions based upon friendship.”


I knew DaVita meant well but she did not understand who I was friends with. “DaVita,


my lawyer is a partner at Lucas & Logan it is the top-ranking law firm in D.C. It is to my

advantage that she is also my friend.”



“Okay Ms. Lady. I am not saying she does not have your best interest. You just need to

make sure you’re making good decisions. The last time I allowed my GREAT friend to make a


decision for me I found myself in here.”



For the year and six months I was in here DaVita never made mention about her case.

When I asked her in the past, she simply ignored me. One time she even told me, why was I


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talking to her like we were friends or something. My feelings were so hurt I did not talk to her

for three weeks.



“What happen?” I cautiously asked her not knowing if she was going to share her story.



“You know how they say, “I was in the wrong place at the wrong time?” DaVita paused

as she waited for me to answer.



“Yeah,” I answered anxious for her to continue her story.



“Well it was my daughter’s birthday and her dad wanted to bring his other daughter over,

from a previous relationship, to the party. As I was setting up, I could hear him on the phone


arguing with his daughter’s mother. Once he hung up, he told me he was going over there to get

her no matter what her mother said. I knew from his tone that if he went there unsupervised it


would not turn out well. So, I convinced him to let me drive.”


DaVita hesitated as if to choose her next words carefully. I wasn’t sure if she did not


want to give me the raw story. Or if due to legal reasons her account was so rehearsed she had to

remember what to say next. She continued.



“So, we jumped into the car and went over to her house. As we were driving, he was on

the phone trying to convince her that his daughter should be able to come over. As we reached


the streetlight before arriving at her street corner, his daughter’s mother told him that his

daughter was not there and that it was no need for him to come over. When he heard that he


went ballistic. He told me to pull over the car two blocks away from her house. I asked him

what was going on and he simply ignored me. He jumped out the car and began to walk in the


direction of her house. Maybe about twenty minutes later I heard gunshots. In the rearview




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mirror I seen him running towards the car. Once he got in the car he told me to drive. After I

took off, I asked him what happened. He said that when he got there her boyfriend came out of


the house and started running off at the mouth.”



A look of confusion must have formed on my face because she clarified her last

statement.



“Jenna you know… he was talking shit. So, he started to shoot at him.”



I could not believe how casual she was about the whole shooting situation.


“Well who was shooting at whom? DaVita seemed to be annoyed by my statement, but


she answered anyways.


“My ex started to shoot at him first.”



“Did the other guy get shot or…?” Before I could finish, she answered.



“No, he managed to duck and get out the way.”


“Was anybody hurt?” I continued.



DaVita’s eyes lowered you could see the sadness take over her face. She looked up at me and


slowly answered.


“The girl’s baby was injured. During the shootout one of the bullets ricocheted into the


house and grazed the baby’s head.”



I could tell that DaVita was ashamed to be associated with such an incident.


“Did the baby die?” I asked.




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“No but the baby was severely injured. Well at least that’s what the news said.”



“Wow, that is …” I was speechless. I could not find the words to express myself. But I

had to continue. I had one more question to ask DaVita. “So, he shot his daughter?”



“No, it was his daughter’s baby brother.”



“Well how did you end up in here?” I felt very inquisitive today.


“I didn’t snitch on him.”



“You did not snitch?” I really need to brush up on my urban slang. A lot of times, when


in conversation with DaVita I had to use my context clues.


“The girl ended up telling on him and when the police caught up with us, they arrested


me as a co-conspirator.” DaVita’s eyes began to water. I never thought I would ever see her cry.


“Why didn’t you tell your side of the story?”



“Because our lawyer said if we stuck together it would make our case stronger.” DaVita

looked off in the distance. I could tell she was embarrassed. “I was so naïve at the time.”



“You guys had the same lawyer?” Sometimes I had the tendency of asking questions for


ridiculous answers that were already given. I mean I have never been in trouble with the law, but

I even knew not to do that.



“Jenna, I did not come from a wealthy family. It was either that or a public defender and

when I sat down with the public defender the first words that came out of his mouth was plea


deal. I was scared. I thought that Jamil was doing me a favor when he sent his lawyer over to






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help me. But in retrospect, it probably was not the best idea especially, when you’re not the one

paying the attorney fees.”



DaVita’s retroactive perspective was corrected. Too bad she did not have her ah-ha moment a


lot sooner. But I of course would not be the one to reveal that to her.


“I felt that my representation didn’t even exist and when I heard the guilty verdict, I just


knew they were only referring to him. It wasn’t until I was handcuffed and taken out of the

courtroom that the reality began to set in. DaVita seemed to be reliving the emotions of the day.



“It’s time ladies!” One of the CO hollered.



Beyond our cell walls I could hear the guards approaching our cell block. I could tell it

was lunch time due to the daily repetition of our routine. I looked at DaVita she was starting to


mellow out. We ended our conversation once we heard the guards approach our cell. The two

Cos directed us to come to the cell gate so we could be cuffed and placed into line.



“Ackers you first.” Officer Ross motioned for DaVita. “Open cell block C7,” he

directed over his two-way radio. “Alright Ackers step out slowly.”



DaVita stepped out of our cell. Officer Ross connected DaVita to the line. I started walking

towards out next.



“Hold up Lucas! Don’t move unless I tell you.”



The guards never liked for us to move on our own accord. But sometimes these rules slip my

mind.









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“Get back in your cell. You will be coming with the next tier.” Officer Ross motioned

for me to move back and I followed as instructed.



“The other tier come on Ross I’m hungry now!” It was lunchtime and my body knew it.


I didn’t understand why I had to wait. The guards think they are gods with their controlling

ways.



“Do what you are told Lucas!” He led the other inmates in the direction of the mess hall.

Before the girls were completely out of sight, Officer Wyatt entered my cell. He called over the


radio to close my cell block door.


As the door began to close my heart began to speed up from the anticipation of


excitement that was definitely coming. To be frank, it was due to me and Wyatt was not going

to leave this cell without me getting my just desert. I had a fetish for intimacy in strange places.


For me, it made the act even more satisfying.



Wyatt walked over to me and grabbed my hair in a forceful yet seductive manner. The

pause button from this morning was released and the sensations of lust followed by uninhibited

passion took over my body.



“I told you to be ready. Are you ready Jenna?” Wyatt whispered in my ear.



“Yes, I’m ready.”


“Yes what?”



“Yes sir, I am ready.”









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“Jenna. I love the sound of your voice calling me sir.” He walked up behind me. I could

feel him rising as his body contoured my backside.



Wyatt pulled my head back and began to kiss me on the neck. His soft firm lips trailed


down to the opening of my prison jumper. This time I was going to make sure it was not going

to be a hindrance to our sexual venture. He popped open the jumper. Two buttons landed on the


floor.


“I hope you have a change of clothes.” He softly laughed.



Without his lead, I began to take off the rest of my jumper. My replacement prison blues

were the least of my concerns at the time. Wyatt stood there watching. I stripped down to my


white panties and bra. My supple breasts were perky, and my panties were wet from his soft

touch.



I took my fingers and seductively put them in my mouth. From there, my wet fingers


softly caressed my breast which only added to their perkiness. My freed hand grabbed my other

breast and I began to lick my nipple. Without his assistance. I could feel the beginnings of a

sexual explosion on the rise. I needed to pace myself. I wanted him to be my detonator and I


had one more destination.


In a strategic motion my hands made their way to my panty line. I slowly and playfully


started to touch my softest spots hoping to get an arousal out of Wyatt. Without any warning I


stopped.


“Sir, I am unquestionably ready.” My breathing was erratic. This only added to the


mood.




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That was all he needed to hear. Within one single move Wyatt dropped his pants grab

my waist and hoisted me up against my prison cell wall next to the bed. For such small quarters


we managed. Somehow, he was able to cuff my hands to the bedpost. This was the first time

that I enjoyed being handcuffed.



Wyatt removed my panties and tossed them to the floor. He slid himself inside of me.


The circumference alone caused for me to let out a wail of passion. I didn’t care who heard us.


“Jenna.” I could tell by his tone that he was warning me to lower my voice. “Now I am


going to put myself inside of you. Do you think you can handle that?”


“Yes.” Although my answer may have sound confident, I truly didn’t know if I could


handle it, let alone not make any type of noise.



Before I could brace myself for what was coming, Wyatt maneuvered himself inside of

me. I couldn’t take it. But I had to keep from hollering. It would not be in my best interest for


Wyatt to lose his job or for me to lose my Wyatt. Neither was an option. So, I did the only thing

I could think of. I cover my mouth by gently biting into my arm. A lonely tear left my eye. I

wasn’t sure if it was from the mild pain or from the pleasure he was providing. Either way, my


body released finally providing me with the pleasure that I was waiting for.























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Chapter Three





“add a little spice”








Officer Wyatt and I entered the mess hall. There were several rolls of tables strategically

lined up in the middle of the room. This allowed for the officers to monitor the inmates more


closely. The aroma of the mess hall was appalling; however, the decor was quite nice

considering the fact that it was in a prison.



Wyatt uncuffed me and walked me over to the lunch line. This did not go unnoticed.

The other inmates just stared at me. Once I gathered my lunch, I began to look for DaVita.


After a quick scan of the room, I found her sitting at a nearby table.







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“Hey DaVita,” I tried avoiding the obvious by sparking up a conversation. As I went to

sit down next to her, she glared at me.



“You may need to find somewhere else to sit.” Her words were cold and daunting.



“DaVita what’s wrong with you?” Lately, I found myself asking her that question often.



“Where you been?” She barked.


“Where have I been?” I repeated the questions to allow myself to buy time for my


answer.



“You heard me.” DaVita wasn’t falling for it.


“What are you talking about?” I tried to play innocent. The dumb blonde routine worked


for me most of the time.


“I warned you Lucas, but you didn’t listen. You think that you can fool me. Do I look


stupid to you or something?


“DaVita…” I didn’t like where this conversation was going. But I still couldn’t find the


words to cover my tracks.



“Don’t call my name. There’s nothing for you to say. Now find somewhere else to sit!”


All the progress DaVita and I just made was lost within an instant. I picked up my tray


and began to look for another place to sit. This felt like high school all over again. Except in

this case, I was on the receiving end of the bullying.










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I found an empty table in the furthest corner of the mess hall. My mind began to wander.

Maybe it was best that I keep to myself. There will not be another time that I will try to extend


some type of friendship with DaVita. Trying to please women was not my favorite pastime.

Besides, I have Wyatt. I really don’t need to friend anyone else. It was not my fault that Wyatt


had a thing for me. I was just doing what any of these other girls would have done.



This was not the first time I had to deal with crazed women. In the past, I had found

myself surrounded by jealous females. When I was the engaged to Lucas and even after we were

married, women were crawling out the wood works saying that Lucas told them that he was in


love with them or they would call me saying that they were in a relationship with him. I even

had one woman claim she was pregnant by him. These girls would do anything just for a


moment of his time.



The luxury of having such a sought-after man, had its disadvantages. Not only did I have

to compete with other women, I had to compete with his career. When Lucas started working for

his grandfather’s firm, I had to sacrifice a majority of our time to the practice. He had to work


late hours. He had to leave at awkward times during the night. There was always a constant

interruption.



When we first got together sex was a part of our daily routine. It was so good that he


could substitute it for any special occasion gift, and I would have been more than satisfied. The

attraction between us was unbelievable.



He had specific things he like for me to wear which would arouse him. His favorited

thing were pink lacy bras. Once I found that out, I cleaned out my panty drawer and replaced all

my under garments with pink lacy bras and panties compliments of Victoria Secret. If there was




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a record to be broken regarding orgasmic pleasure, I believe that not only was it broken I must

have set a new one.



Eventually, his sexual appetite started to curve once Lucas started climbing up the ranks


at the firm. Initially, I thought it was due to our timing, so I started creating date nights. My

actions turned out to be fruitless. When dates were scheduled, he would still leave early,


reschedule, or even on several occasions he did not show up at all. That’s when I began to worry

about our marriage.



Lately, Lucas's attention appeared to be somewhere else. After a while of missed dates,

unacceptable excuses, and blatant cancelations I gave up. I found other ways to indulge myself.


I learned something really quick. The benefit of having a successful man was an endless supply

of money. These unlimited resources paid for a lot of emotional shopping sprees.



My friends began to catch wind of my unhappiness. So, we decided to plan a weekend

shopping trip to Beverly Hills. The East Coast was known for its fashion but there was nothing


like sun, fun, and stars. Besides, I was always in need of a natural tan and Rodeo Dr. always had

a way to uplift my spirits.



Kyler LaCour, my best friend from high school, organized this trip. Kyler was a well-

known socialite in D.C. She graduated from Georgetown with the rest of us. She was the reason


I decided to go to Georgetown.



Kyler rented us a villa just outside of Beverly Hills. It was constructed in the mountains

which overlooked the city. She always managed to find these jewels. Kyler was known in D.C.

to be an exclusive party planner and after she planned this trip her reach stretched from coast to


coast.


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"So, ladies how do you like the place?" Kyler really didn’t need an answer. The mouth

dropping expression on our faces said it all. She herself was even pleased. "Well I will take your


speechless responds as a thank you." Just like the other ladies, Kyler's confidence knew no

boundaries. She traveled in circles where anything less would be unacceptable.



Kyler had a pedigree. Her roots were embedded in politics. Kyler’s father, Karl LaCour,


was a U.S Senator. He was currently serving his sixteenth consecutive term. Kyler and her

father spent most of their time in Washington. However, their family’s homestead was in

Savannah, Georgia.



Her family owned a lot of land in their southern comfort state. Their family’s name was


known throughout the countryside. This provided Senator LaCour with a political edge with his

constituents. Just like Senator LaCour took an interest in seeing his constituents happy, he


prided himself in making sure that his daughter’s desires were also met.


The luxury of the villa was a direct representation of Kyler’s sophisticated elegance. It


had an old school charm with a modern design. Kyler’s elegance came straight out of charm

school. She was taught proper etiquette at the highest levels. Her father’s political status


required nothing less.


Surprisingly, she loved to hang out with this group. We had a tendency to relentlessly


cross boundaries without any regards of the consequences. She said that was what she loved

about us. We brought out her wild side. And to be quite honest she fitted in perfectly.



“Alright ladies let us go over today’s order of events.”









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