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“The jury has come to its decision. Rebecca Woods and James Valentino are the best parents for Alessandro. Rebecca Woods has been granted full custody. Should she and James ever cease to see each other, as the grandfather, James will have visitation rights to be determined by the court at a later date.”
The court erupted in chatter.
I felt my heart sing, glow with fire and gold, as tears began to spill from my face. I was shuddering, sobbing with job, overwhelmed with sheer relief. When I lifted my face from my hands, my eyes locked with James.
He had a huge grin plastered on his face and was shedding several tears as well. His eyes were filled with love, and his posture had gone from tense to completely relaxed. He had been right. It would all work out, he’d said, and here we were.
Alessandro would get the wonderful life he deserved.
“WHAT?!” Chad’s voice yelled out, dripping with frustration and hatred. “The kid should be MINE! MINE! He is MY kid by blood!”
Technically speaking, he was James’s as well, given Tally was Alessandro’s late mother. That didn’t matter to Chad, though, as he added while pointing to me, “That WHORE has no right by DNA to MY kid!”
“SILENCE!” Judge Hopper shouted, irritation spilling from that word like a raging river. “You will keep your temper, or be escorted out by security. Do I make myself clear, Chad Cartwright?” This silenced the raging man, for now.
He could whine and scream all he wanted. At this point, we had won. Justice had won, rather, and Alessandro would not suffer whatever fate the Cartwrights had planned for him.
The judge continued, saying, “Chad Cartwright has waived all of his rights. Period. There is no further debate.”
Carter and Cecelia Cartwright were absolutely livid. No doubt, Carter was so used to getting what he wanted, whenever he wanted it. Now, the loss was glaring him in the face. He wanted Alessandro, for what reason? I had no idea. I was just glad my son wasn’t falling into his hands.
Cecelia began barking out a series of angry cuss words, clenching her fist and looking as though she wanted to punch Chad. She refrained from doing so, at least, though I wouldn’t have been opposed if she decided to do so.
Dismissing this, for now, I looked back over to James with a huge grin. We would leap over that hurdle of what to do next when we got there. For now, we could be happy.
At least, that was my thought until I felt a very cold stare directed at me. I turned my head to stare Carter Cartwright down. He wore a tight-lipped scowl as he regarded me. Narrowing his eyes, he spoke through a clenched jaw.
“This isn’t over.”
Becca.
I couldn’t believe it. James was right. Things were finally working out for us, and we would keep Alessandro. The child could grow up with a real life. Janet had emphasized just how valuable my speech had been, which made me feel elated.
It had been from the bottom of my heart, and my feelings were paying off. When we arrived home, I collapsed onto the couch, letting out a soft sigh and relaxing all of my muscles. The kids were asleep, Layla was in her room, and silence settled in the house.
James was here with me and told me I could have some time to myself. He hinted at interest in a little bit… well, more than a little bit… of pleasurable fun soon.
I had time to freshen up and make us dinner. I wanted to make James his favorite dish, something special. The occasion had to be celebrated properly, after all.
I entered the bathroom, gazing into the mirror and noting the dark shadows under my eyes. This case had been damaging my sleep, no doubt, and I was paying the consequence for it. I let out a yawn, reaching up to rub at my eyes. Though I was exhausted, I wanted to continue enjoying myself.
I hoped the Italian Stallion was ready to be ridden. This wouldn’t be a celebration without some sex. It couldn’t just be a gourmet dinner, after all.
The thought caused a smile to stretch across my lips. Eventually, I was done gazing at myself in the mirror and turned to start the shower.
Steam filled the bathroom as I walked onto the mat, stretching and letting out a sigh. I entered the shower, feeling the hot droplets against my skin, which further relaxed me. Things were finally looking up, something I desperately needed lately.
As I lathered my hair with strong-scented shampoo, I closed my eyes and thought through the entire case. It’d been intense, and I let my anger get the better of me with James’s mistake. Though, there was irony in that, given I was angry because he had been.
I had a feeling it almost cost us the entire case, and Alessandro would be sent to live with the Cartwrights if that had been the case. Despite the hot water, a shiver ran down my spine at that thought, and I licked my lips anxiously.
Yet, in the end, we had won. Even if they threatened this wasn’t over. Those words played over and over in my mind. I wondered how much trouble we were in. Would Chad’s family give this up, finally, and let everyone involved live their lives? I doubted it, given just how stubborn he was.
Soon, my hair was soaped up perfectly, and I rinsed it off under the warm water. Now, I was just giving myself anxiety, something not needed since we’d won the case.
Alessandro wouldn’t understand what had happened until he was older, but it would be quite the story to tell.
I finished up, blow-drying my hair and taking my sweet time. Perhaps James was waiting with impatience and excitement, but I didn’t care. So much stress had left me just now, and for his behavior in the court, well, he deserved to wait a little.
Finally, I put on a fancy silk nightgown that accentuated my curves. My body was different after Dahlia, but I still looked good. My brown hair flowed down one side of my neck, over my left shoulder, very soft from the high-quality products in the bathroom.
Satisfied with how I looked, I hung the towel back on the rack and walked over to the door. I made my way into the kitchen, rummaging through the fridge before finding my target.
A slab of veal, perfect for the occasion. That, along with some mashed potatoes and green beans, would make for a delicious dinner. It was one of James’s favorite dishes.
I hummed as I cooked, my focus unbreakable. I wanted to make sure it came out just right. Unfortunately, my focus was broken by a certain man encircling my torso with his arms. Matters were made even worse as he cupped my breasts.
He whispered into my ear, “How was your shower?”
“Pleasant,” I replied. My voice shifted to a whine as I added, “James, I’m trying to focus on dinner. You’re making this difficult!”
He, naturally, didn’t listen, and continued to play around as I cooked. I could feel wanting build up between my legs and often shivered, licking my lips with anticipation for what was to come. Damn him.
“Let me at least finish this up. We can eat, then we can have fun,” I tried convincing him. He sighed sadly into my ear, but then nibbled on it a little, causing me to let out a squeal. This only prompted a chuckle from him.
“I’m having fun now,” he said mockingly. Eventually, his hands slipped away, and he stepped back to give me breathing room. I turned to give him a look, but he only winked at me. A smirk was planted on his face. He knew what he was doing.
“You’re something else,” I said, my voice somewhat edged with a growl. I refused to let him know how much I enjoyed that, though, because I did. That said, dinner wasn’t going to cook itself!
“Oh, I know,” James said, winking at me. He looked toward what was cooking and raised a brow. “Though, perhaps I should leave you to it. That’s starting to smell delicious, and I’m fairly hungry.” With that, he went into the dining room.
I breathed out a sigh of relief, glad I could finish this without that caveman dragging me off and making love to me while dinner burned. He could be that distracting, I wouldn’t be surprised if he pulled it.
Either way, I was able to finish up my work and enter the dining room, placing the plates down and giving James a smile. He was on his phone, an unreadable expression on his face. That made my smile morph into a frown.
“What’s wrong?” I asked carefully, seeing if I could get any answers. James blinked, looking up at me, probably realizing he’d been deeply frowning just now.
“Nothing,” James said dismissively, putting his phone away. He looked toward the food and refocused on that, drawing his tongue over his lips. “That looks delicious, Becca. Thank you for cooking.”
I nodded, still suspicious, but letting it drop for now. We were meant to celebrate and have a good time tonight. Whatever it was, I was confident we could get through it.
The food was rich, flavorful, and seasoned to perfection. Each bite sent my tastebuds craving more until I was full. My plate was cleared faster than I intended, and evidently, James found himself in a similar situation!
We chatted briefly about the case, but didn’t dwell too hard on it. I stared at James and asked, “Dessert?” but he shook his head, a devious grin crossing his features. The Italian Stallion let out a low ‘hm’ and studied my figure, no doubt imagining me beneath him.
My face flushed as I realized that would be our exact situation soon enough. Wanting to get to that point more quickly, I picked up my plate, then wandered over to get his, winking. “I think we’re both ready for a different kind of dessert.”
In no time, James had me in his arms, carrying me to the bedroom. My heart began to race as he threw me onto the bed aggressively, and I moaned with excitement. Want poured from between my legs. Dessert indeed.
Speaking of which, James went for my panties first this time, causing me to raise my eyebrows, intrigued. I got my answer as to what he was doing moments later when his tongue met my folds.
I gasped out as his tongue began to caress the most sensitive of places between my legs, diving into me and causing shudders to cascade through my body.
Sensations of pleasure rushed through me as I let out an edged squeal.
