Page 30 of A Trial of the Heart
“Hey, Siri, answer on speaker,” I instructed once I walked into the room. “Hey.”
“Hey? You were expecting my call?” The deep voice startled me, prompting me to halt my steps. I knew it was Rashad.
“Why are you calling me?”
“We had an agreement that we could keep in contact from time to time.
“You really shouldn’t be calling me.” I was trying my best to maintain control.
“Why? Catch you at a bad time?”
Finally, putting the wine and glass down, I picked up my phone, looking at it with my nose scrunched as if Rashad could see me.
“Because I’m the prosecutor, and you’re the defendant, and your trial starts in less than a month. Or did you forget that you’re a criminal?”
“Still not understanding what that has to do with anything. Right now, you aren’t a lawyer, and I’m not or ever have been a criminal.”
I’m always a damn lawyer.
“What is the nature of this call and why so late at night, Rashad, or should I say Kyan?” I wanted to seem professional, though the sound of his voice had my kitty purring and begging to be touched as I had wanted many times.
“Like that, huh?” He chuckled, but I didn’t speak. Rashad cleared his throat.“You think it’s a good idea for you to be the one handling this case, considering our history?”
“I rarely mix business with pleasure. However, the pleasure between us left when that ship docked that day. Not to mention, I attempted to remove myself from the case and was unsuccessful, so it is what it is. You don’t speak about what happened, and neither will I.”
“Cool.” His tone was so blasé. “You ready to lose?” he asked with confidence. “That 100 percent conviction rate is about to drop.”
He no longer sounded like the man I’d met and never wanted to leave two weeks ago. Guess it was all a façade, and he had fooled me with good dick, a nice smile, and pantie-dropping conversations.
Losing and my name didn’t go in the same sentence. Just because I’d unknowingly fucked the defendant that slang dick like it belonged on a platter and should be sold for thousands of dollars didn’t mean I’d start now.
“I hope the prison life is what you enjoy,” I uttered before disconnecting the call. I had nothing further to say to Rashad. We would just battle it out in the courtroom.
Chapter
Fourteen
Rashad:
Hearing the double beeps from Shiloh hanging up in my ear, I chuckled, tossing the phone on my desk.
“Alright, Shiloh Monroe, let’s see what you’re about.” I spoke out loud. I was home, sitting in my office.
Shiloh had let me in on the cruise but seeing her in her lawyer mode had me intrigued to do research to find out what she hadn’t said. Typing her name in the Google search, I waited for the results to populate.
“Damn, girl.” I leaned back in my chair, captivated by all of her accomplishments.
Shiloh was thirty. She’d earned her Juris Doctor degree from Howard University, graduating top of her class. Her conviction rate was 100 percent.
Backing from Google, I went to Facebook, typing her name in the search button. It didn’t take long for a few Shiloh Monroe profiles to pop up. None of the ones that populated looked like the Shiloh I knew. That was until about the fifth one.
“Bingo,” I said before letting out a whistle and clicking on her profile.
Shiloh’s page was mostly private. The only thing I could see was that she was a lawyer, her birthdate with no year, and her profile picture I couldn’t stop staring at. The picture had been recently updated and looked like one from the cruise. Shiloh was beautiful beyond words without trying. Just as I was about to see if any other photos were open on her page, my phone vibrated beside me.
“Blocked call?” I muttered out loud, looking down at the phone before pressing the decline button.
I didn’t answer blocked or unknown numbers. The phone sounded again just as quick as it had stopped. I ignored it once again, but it barely stopped ringing before it started again. Whoever was calling was persistent and obviously wouldn’t stop until I answered.
