Page 40 of Nobody But You

“No, you don’t. It’s right here,” I said, pulling the folder from my purse that I’d placed in his truck before I walked inside. He looked over at me, showing all thirty-two and those sexy ass dimples. I loved it when he gave me his smile. It made me melt inside.

“So that’s what your sneaky ass was doing at the house today. I'm glad to see my plan worked. Holding out brought your ass right into my office in a damn white wedding dress,” he said, laughing.

“Since you have it all figured out, who will be our witness then?”

“I figured we could pay some random off the street to come in and do that.”

“Baby, you must be out of your mind if you think I’m about to let some motherfucker I don’t even know put their name on my very legal and real ass documents. I’ll just call my mother,” he said.

“Stephon, no…” I looked over to find the phone to his ear. He’d already dialed and had her on the line.

“Hey, Ma. What you doing?” He said as he looked over at me, winking. I was desperately trying to get him to hang up the phone.

“Ok, so you’re already downtown. That’s perfect. Can you meet me at the courthouse? No, Ma. I’m not in any trouble. You know me better than that. Alright, I’ll see you when you get there. Love you, Mamá,” he said before he hung up the phone.

“Stephon, I can’t meet your mother like this. I’m wet. I smell like sex, and I’m not wearing any underwear.” He glanced at me like he would take me in his truck just because I reminded him.

“You should have thought about that before your ass came to my job, strong-arming me over my dick,” he said and laughed.

“It’s not just because of your dick, Stephon,” I said and rolled my eyes.

“Yeah, Ok. What’s my favorite color then?” he asked. I wanted to say black. I knew it was black. However, I couldn’t tell him I knew everything about him because I’d studied him as if he were one of my targets. I was also falling fast and quick and wasn’t about to tell him that either, so I followed his lead.

“Ok, it was the dick. Now take me home real quick so I can change.”

“Hell no. We’ll be late. You’re completely covered, and you look beautiful.”

“What about your cum that’s running out of me? You want me to meet your mother like that?”

“You are worried about the wrong shit. And hold that shit in because that’s where it belongs. Besides, my mother did not have X-ray vision the last time I checked. I don’t think,” he laughed asif he’d thought of a time when she maybe knew something she shouldn’t have.

“The only person who knows you aren’t wearing any is me and you, right?” He’d sobered the jovial tone to a serious one.

“Yes, Stephon,” I said with a stoic face and raised eyebrows.

“We good then,” he said nonchalantly as he pulled into the parking deck. I thought about everything in my life that was about to change as we drove higher and higher around the deck until he finally found us a spot. Once he helped me out, I freshened up the best I could while he took off his holster. He entered a code into his lockbox behind the driver’s seat. He meticulously placed his guns inside and put his suit jacket back on. He wore a black Tom Ford suit with a white button-down. Ironically enough, we looked like we’d planned this impromptu marriage.

I reached back and grabbed the folder before shutting the door. He walked in front of me, leading the way. When he felt I was too far behind, he reached his hand back for mine and dragged me to his side. We entered the elevator and pressed the button for the courthouse lobby. When the doors opened, he pushed me inside, backing me into the corner.

“I know you don’t trust me fully, but my mother is going to love you, so relax,” he said, pecking my lips. I nodded. He turned as the elevator stopped, alerting us of our arrival. The doors opened, and we walked into the grand entrance of the courthouse. They all seemed to be the same everywhere. Marble floors and colosseum-style columns, which extended up to the ceiling, were placed sporadically throughout.

All I could hear were my heels clicking on the floors. Then, it started to feel like I was alone in the hollow-sounding room. The last time I’d been inside a courthouse was when the judge had sentenced my mother’s murderer. I tensed as I walked further inside. All the unwanted memories came flooding back. I stopped and rooted in place. Stephon’s forward movement jerked him backward. He placed his hands on the side of my head, letting his thumb caress my cheek.

“Baby, look at me. We don’t have to do this,” he said, his face written with worry and concern.

“No, it’s not that; I just don’t like courthouses. The last time I was in one was when…”

“Your mother,” he said.

“I understand, Baby. If it’s too much, we can leave and do this the traditional way,” he continued.

“No, I want to do it,” I said, trying to convey that nothing would stop me from doing this today. He nodded, then pecked my lips again. Stephon was so attentive. Within the hour, he would be legally mine.

Mine!

We walked inside, and he quickly located his mother. She’d already gone through security and was standing in the courthouse lobby. I was scared shitless. That anxiety was raised when we were asked to place all our belongings inside the bins and walk through the metal detectors.

“Stephon Angel,” his mother said as she wrapped him in her arms.

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