Barred (9 page)

“Stanley.” 

“Bad news, brother.”  Emerson gets in his car before he can carry on the conversation.  Seems like bad news all the way around today. 

“What would that be?”

“The man suing Kimberly…he wants a half million for the damages and not having his store open because of the hole her car caused.”  Jonathon lets out a loud breath, because he knows their fucked.

“Or?”

“He wants her in jail for two years.  He will take everything she owns and still put her in jail.” 

“Fuck me.  What can we do?”

“Fight it.”

“Do it, and don’t mention anything to her.” He clips out before hanging up the phone. His hands grip the steering wheel tight enough to lose the circulation to his fingers, but he doesn’t loosen them. He pulls into a parking spot at the hotel in record speed.  He climbs out of the car and makes his way to the woman who is risking everything to protect herself.  His chest aches with the fear that he may not be able to protect her like she expects him to. 

Jonathon sits at the desk in his office looking over the four cases he has in front of him.  One being Kimberly’s file.  He runs a hand over the back of his neck, thinking of what they can possibly do to help her out of this.  The damages she caused were in no way, shape or form as expensive as that man was saying, but how could they really prove that.  Her pussy was good, but was it worth half a million to pay off her debt?  No. 

“Mr. Phillips.” 

Jonathon’s head whips up to see Nicole standing in the office.  “You’re a far distance from your desk, Nicole.” 

“Yes sir.  I knew Emerson was out today, and I wanted to make sure you ate.  I brought you a sandwich and some coffee.  I never saw you leave today.” She blushes a bit and he can’t help but smile.

“Thank you Nicole. That was very thoughtful of you. I am kind of hungry.” He eyes her as he takes in the neatness of her ponytail all the way down to her tailored dress and pumps. At one point, he would have found her attractive but with Kimberly invading his every thought these days, that was definitely a no go. 

“Sure thing.  Have a good day.”  She smiles and turns away, exiting the office. He reaches for a pen and makes a note to make sure the woman has flowers on her desk in the morning. The papers may say that both he and Emerson were players and users, but the thing they didn’t know, was that every employee of Phillips and Stanley were well taken care of.  He eats the food while he goes over a few more things.  He sends a couple of e-mails to other attorneys with the cases he’s working on before deciding it’s time to cut off for the day. 

Not really wanting to go to an empty house tonight, he makes his way to a bar close to work.  He smiles as the Cajun music blasts through the speakers while making his way to the bar.  He nods his head at two of his old high school friends before he sits at the end of the bar closest to the wall, hoping to not be noticed.  All of the old signs in the place make him feel oddly at home. 

“Well…Hey there stranger. What can I get cha?” Jonathon looks up into the eyes of Piper and kicks himself mentally for forgetting the woman worked there.

“Hey Piper, I’ll just take a Jack and coke please.” 

“Coming right up.” She turns to make her way to the glasses, shaking her hips a little more, hoping he notices.  He shakes his head and his lip curls.  If only she wasn’t a fire engine red head and instead a mousey brunette it may make his dick jump.  Kimberly really had fucked up his game.  It wasn’t like him to not want to pick up a woman in a bar.  Hell, even Mallory hadn’t been able to keep his dick in his pants.  “Here ya go, sugar.” 

“Thanks,” he replies, smiling before handing her a twenty-dollar bill.  “Keep the change.” 

“What’s got you down Jonathon?” She slides a black, perfectly manicured nail, over his arm and he has to bite back the urge to cringe.  “Must be a woman, you never used to mind me touching you.” 

He looks up into the bright blue eyes of the woman in front of him, letting his eyes rake over her enticing cleavage.  Wanting to feel at least an ounce of desire for the woman, but he cannot.  “Yeah, I guess so.”

“That girl in the paper?” 

“Yeah, her,” he lets out a sigh, taking a sip of his drink.

“So where is she now?”

“Business trip.” 

“Ah, well you know my number if you need someone to warm your bed.” 

“Mmmhmmm,” he replies, slamming back the cool liquid, raising his right hand to motion for another.  After two more drinks, he tips his head at Piper and leaves a hundred-dollar bill on the bar. He reaches for his phone in his pocket, making sure no one has called while he makes his way home.  He slides into the front seat of his vehicle, starts the ignition and turns out of the parking lot.  Fifteen minutes later, he pulls into the driveway of the home he always wanted, but the feeling that overtakes him is not what he ever expected. It’s a feeling of loneliness, and this place is far from empty. He gets out of his car, walking into the kitchen for a glass of water.  He drinks the cold liquid while he walks into his master bedroom.  Looking at the bed, he lets out a growl.  “What the fuck is wrong with you?  She’s one woman.” 

He rips off his shirt and jeans, walking to his dresser.  Pulling out a pair of running shorts, Jonathon slides them on while walking to his home gym.  He opens the double doors of the room that once housed a formal dining room.  Now it contained a treadmill, a weight bench, and a leg and arm workout machine. He walks over to the Bose in the corner, grabs the remote, and hits the power button. Once his workout playlist comes over the speakers, he steps onto the treadmill.  He turns the speed up to a six and starts to pound his frustration on the running machine. 

After an hour of running, sweat pouring from his body and still nothing to help with the frustration of not being balls deep inside the only woman he cares to, Jonathon gives up on releasing the tension with exertion.  He walks to his bathroom, pulling off the sweaty shorts and turning to run the shower.  His phone rings from the other room. Walking over, he picks up the device.

“Hello?”

“Hey… any new news?”

“Other than me standing in my bathroom naked? Nope, don’t know how to make her case any better.” 

“Fuck,” Emerson sighs, watching Kimberly get dressed for their night out. 

“Yeah, now if you’ll excuse me.  I am absent of pussy tonight so I’m gonna go beat my meat.” 

“Dude, I don’t need visuals.”

“Well, maybe you should video you two fucking so I can enjoy it.” 

“That’s just weird.” 

“Night, Emerson,” Jonathon says, hanging the phone up.  He steps under the spray of the water, letting the hot water soothe the tension in his neck.  He showers quickly, steps out of the shower, grabs a towel and dries himself off. He makes his way back into his bedroom before sliding under his sheets, letting the cool of the comforter give his dick the shock it needed.  Much better dose of reality than the fucking cold water treatment.  He lies in bed for a few moments before an idea clicks into his head.  “Payback’s a bitch, mother fucker.” 

He grabs his phone and schedules a flight for the next morning. Smiling to himself, imagining the look on Emerson’s face when he’s standing in front of Cinderella’s castle in the morning.  So much for his trip being magical! 

“Emerson, where are we going?”  Kimberly asks while they make their way down the moving walkways of Universal Studios boardwalk.  She looks at all the people wearing makeup that looks as if they are going to a Halloween party and she starts to wonder. 

“We are just going to eat at Hard Rock.” 

“Emerson…” she pulls his hand and looks him in the face.

“Kimberly, you said I needed to loosen up, have fun...” He lets out a chuckle. “Well, surprise.” He takes her hands and pulls her toward the Universal Studios Park that has been turned into Halloween Horror Nights. She protests and tries like hell to stop him in his tracks.

“I’ll have a heart attack!” She squeals, which only makes him laugh harder.

“Come on now, I will protect you,” he says with a huge grin on his face.  How can she possibly say no to that?  The grin makes her want to face the most terrifying thing she’s ever had to.  She grabs his hand while he pulls her to the front entrance. She immediately regrets her decision to agree, seeing the actors running around the park, chasing people.  There are zombies, vampires, and werewolves running around rampant. 

“Are you ready to see just how much fun I can be?”

“I’d rather you be fun in the bedroom.”

“Well, how about we sneak away and have a little fun somewhere in the park,” he questions, with an arched brow.  She instantly squeezes her thighs together, him throwing his head back in laughter.  He knew what he was doing to her, the bastard!  They make their way into the park after handing their tickets to the man at the front entrance.  Kimberly is clinging to Emerson, afraid of the sight before her.  Right in the front of the park is a hangman with a noose covered in blood.  There is a man screaming on the side in a cage awaiting his fate.  As they continue on, a man comes out of a corner and Kimberly immediately burrows into Emerson’s side.

“Don’t! Oh my God!” She yells as they walk further into the park, the man covered in blood and dressed in black, following closely, while Emerson laughs.  “It’s not funny!” She screams at him before turning on the man. “You’re a sadistic fuck! Get the hell away!” With that, Emerson doubles over laughing as does the man, who just smiles a creepy smirk. 

Emerson pulls her towards the first haunted house they come to. A house set to look like a gargoyle type mansion, filled with vampires and dark creatures of the night.  He smiles, feeling Kimberly grip him tighter, wondering if he should tell her that the only reason she’s being chased so badly is because she is clinging to him like a vice. As they walk through the dark tunnels and walls that make up the mansion, she clings to his back, her head in his shoulder blades while they pass the creatures meant to strike fear. 

They make the five minute trek through the first house.  Emerson fears he may have some hearing loss from listening to her scream, but he highly doubts she says he doesn’t know how to have fun after this.  He laughs as a woman dressed like a zombie comes walking by and hissing at Kimberly.  She jumps, taking off running to the next safety zone, only to realize she’s just run into a pack of zombies. The fear in her face as she screams, has Emerson laughing all over again. 

“If only Jonathon could see how you were acting.” Emerson laughs, pulling her to the Walking Dead themed haunted house.  He’s sure she won’t make it through the whole park and he surely doesn’t want her to have a heart attack.  They make their way through the set of his favorite television show and he’s shocked to see how much it actually looks like the set.  Kimberly is screeching at every turn as the zombie’s pop out at them.  An idea strikes into Emerson’s head and he smiles.  He pulls out five hundred dollar bills and looks at one of the actors. 

“Wanna make some extra money?”

“Hell yeah.”

“Got a secret doorway somewhere?”

“I can’t let you go back there.”

“I’ll give you five hundred dollars for ten minutes.”

“Deal.”  The zombie says while opening a hidden door.  Emerson pulls Kimberly through the door, grabs her chin and kisses her.

“What are you doing?” She questions, finally breaking the kiss.

“I’m about to fuck you so hard Kimberly.  I can’t wait.”

“Yes, you can.”

“Either you suck me or fuck me, which one?” 

“Emerson.”

“Kimberly…”

The look in his eyes is devilish, there is a gleam there, a burning if you will, as she kneels before him.  He unzips his pants, takes her hair in his hand and guides her to his hard cock.  Kimberly isn’t sure when Emerson became this controlling man, but she liked it way more than she should.  She might even have loved it.  He pumps his cock into her mouth while she slides a hand down into her pants and inside the silk of her panties.  She moans while he plunders her mouth, working toward a release.  Right as he starts to throb, he pulls her up, kissing her before turning her around.  He pulls her pants down just enough to expose her ass to him, bending her as he slides his girth inside of her.  It takes three hard pumps of his hips before both of them are screaming with their release.  To think being scared out of your fucking mind would be such a turn on. Now if she could just make it through the rest of the night.