“Oh, dear God. Don’t pout, Aaron, it doesn’t become you.”
“That was just mean. That was my motivation to get this thing done and wrapped up.”
Fighting to hold back my grin, I glanced out the passenger side window. “Well, now that you know what lies under the panties, you can work at getting them off faster.”
Aaron laughed and hit the gas when it turned green. The closer we got to the courthouse, the more nervous I got.
Reaching over, Aaron took my hand in his and held it. A strange feeling moved though my body. I was instantly calmed and for the first time in months, I actually looked forward to my future.
My future with Aaron.
STEPPING OFF THE ELEVATOR, I saw Ryn, Azurdee, Kyle and two women who looked almost identical to Sierra. Staring at them, I turned to Kyle and motioned for him to speak with me.
“Are those the two nurses?” I asked, making sure to keep my voice down.
Kyle nodded his head. “Yep. Your reaction was exactly like mine. Same body type, hair, eye color. They are like replicas of Mrs. Jackson.”
Turning back to look at them, I nodded my head. “I’ll text you if I need you to come into the courtroom. Otherwise, why don’t we find a spot where Robert won’t see these two.”
Nodding his head, Kyle made his way back over to the two nurses who Robert had affairs with.
After a few minutes of talking to another lawyer, I walked over to Sierra.
Placing my hand on her arm, I felt her jump. “It’s about time to head on in.”
Nodding her head, Sierra gave me a weak smile as I guided her toward the courtroom. We were almost there when around the corner Robert and his lawyer appeared. Sierra grabbed onto my arm and I couldn’t help but notice her sharp intake of air. Quickly dropping her hand, Sierra walked in front of me and stopped right at the door.
“Robert. It’s a good day for a divorce, wouldn’t you agree?” Sierra said with a fake smile on her face.
Robert’s eyes moved up and down Sierra’s body and I fought the urge to pound his face into the floor. “I really wish you had agreed to have dinner with me, Sierra. This whole thing was a mistake. It’s not too late to settle. We can just push this out and try to talk things through.”
He knows. His lawyer must have found the provision in the trust where it says no one but blood can touch the money.
Glancing over to Robert’s lawyer, he was shaking his head. “Dr. Jackson, please, let’s head on into the courtroom.”
Turning to me, I gave the guy a smile and nod as he attempted to get Robert away from Sierra. Smiling politely, he looked confidant. “Good luck, Mr. Walker. You’ll need it.”
Yep this guy was way too confident and had me second-guessing if they knew about the trust fund or the fact Jeremy was gay and living in England.
Feeling my phone go off in my pocket, I pulled it out to see it was a text from Kyle.
Kyle: Jeremy Hines confirmed he has not talked to Dr. Jackson’s lawyer.
Smiling, I wanted to fist pump. I had made the decision to let Jeremy know what Robert was doing. I figured if he had been a good friend of Sierra’s in college, he would still want to protect her from the dirt bag ass she had married. My guess was correct. Jeremy had told me over the phone that Robert had threatened him on more than one occasion to stay away from Sierra. Jeremy had purposely taunted Robert by planting shit about him and Sierra in Robert’s head. Jeremy said he had figured Robert was a player and he didn’t want to see Sierra get hurt, but he never could prove Robert was a douche.
Minutes later, everyone stood while the bailiff presented Judge Patterson. “This is case number 917A077 regarding the divorce trial of Mrs. Sierra Jackson verses Dr. Robert Jackson.”
Judge Patterson sat down and looked over the paperwork. Glancing up at both lawyers, she said, “Dr. and Mrs. Jackson could not agree to terms during mediations?”
Clearing my throat, I said, “No, your honor.”
Nodding her head, she motioned to me with her head. “Mr. Walker, please go ahead and let’s get this started.”
Nodding, I got ready to go for the jugular of Robert’s case.
“Your honor, the reason my client decided not to settle was in regards to her trust fund. In section seven, paragraph four, the stipulation is stated no one other than a direct descendent of Paul Robert Banks shall be entitled to any portion of any money or assets part of the Banks trust fund.”
“What in the fuck?” Robert said as Judge Patterson glanced over and gave a warning to him.
“I will hold you in contempt of court, Dr. Jackson, if another outburst is heard from you.”