Page 78 of Fever: Love In Scrubs
He thrusted his hips forward to meet the rise and fall of my hips. Dipping his head, he latched on to my nipple, suckling it like a baby seeking nourishment from its mother. I gasped as a pleasurable sensation flowed directly to my clit, causing me to speed up a little more.
“J-Jaxson… baby…”
“Ride that shit, love,” he said, gripping my ass to assist me. “Pussy so fucking wet… shit!”
“All for you… only for you.”
“Only for me?”
“Only for you, baby.”
I rode his dick like my life depended on it. Like I had a point to prove. Like it was mine. The sound of our skin slapping together filled the space. Moans poured from both our lips and the moment I felt him stiffen, I knew I had him.
“You ready to cum for me, baby?” I asked, slowing down, but tightening my muscles around his length.
He bit his lip and nodded. “Fuck me up, Wynter.”
I rolled my hips and tightened my muscles at the same time while sucking on his neck. My orgasm was so close.
“Jax…Jax, baby, fuck!”
My body began to tremble, and I came full force as he painted my walls. With my face buried in his neck to muffle my cries, I rode the wave of the orgasm. We sat on the bench, pantingheavily while staring into each other’s eyes. His hands gently caressed my body as he placed sweet kisses to my lips.
God… I wanted to love him. I was falling in love with him and there was no safety net to catch me. I didn’t need it. Something told me if I allowed this man to own my heart, I would never feel the need to take it back.
Full custody granted.
I walked out of the court room with a heavy heart because I never wanted it to come to this for my baby. She needed her mother, but Amandela proved time and time again why she couldn’t be trusted with her. She didn’t even seem to want her around when she was around.
First of all, she came in there with no lawyer, just a public defender who she clearly obtained last minute. The woman got up on that stand and told the judge that I was trying to turn our daughter against her. She went on and on about how she had to practically raise our child alone while I worked because I never had time for either of them. Lie number one. Yes, I was busy, but every free moment I had, I was with my family.
At one point, she was acting like this was a divorce hearing instead of a custody hearing. All of her points were about me and not about Jamari. There wasn’t one bad thing she could sayabout my parenting because no matter what, I always showed up for my child. She couldn’t say the same.
She was loud, hysterical, was almost held in contempt. I remained calm while she tried to slander my name. My blood was boiling as she spewed lies about me not being present and that I drop Jamari off with my parents to spend time with my girlfriend. She then went on to say that I had my sister jump her.
The judge was about as over her as I was and it showed on her face.
I had my ducks in a row with my character witnesses. I wished I could have snapped a picture of her face when my lawyer presented statements from one of her former friends, siding with me. Stacey had ended her friendship with Amandela in the midst of our divorce when she found out what really happened. She was the only one of her friends that I actually liked because she was nothing like them.
To this day, she and I were friendly with each other. She always sent Jamari birthday and Christmas gifts and showed up to celebrate her accomplishments. When I told her I was seeking full custody, she didn’t hesitate to write a statement. When the lawyer read the statement from Jamari, I wanted to cross the court room and strangle my ex-wife. My baby admitted things in that statement that she’d neglected to tell me.
She said sometimes her mother would leave her at the apartment alone to go out with her friends. She’d get drunk and Jamari had to help her into the shower and to bed. In order to keep her from telling me what was going on, she gave her money or bought her things to keep her quiet. The bitch made my baby believe that it was okay to keep secrets from me because she was her mother and didn’t have to tell me everything.
She ended her statement by saying she thought having secrets with her mother would make them closer and make Amandela love her. All my baby wanted was love from hermother. She was so desperate for it that she would have rather endured her pain in silence. I understood now why she was acting out. It wasn’t just her approaching those teenaged years.
I felt like shit hearing her statement.
How didn’t I know? Why didn’t I probe deeper? Every time she came home from her mother’s, I asked her how it was and all she ever gave me was it was fine.
Dela had the nerve to sit there and cry like she was sorry, yet the moment the issue was brought up about her boyfriend, she became irate. Those tears dried up real fast and she started yelling. If the judge hadn’t threatened to throw her in jail, I think she would have tried to fight me. The look on her face when I was granted full custody and she had to pay me child support was priceless.
Truthfully, I didn’t need her money. It would go to Jamari’s account for her to do with it as she pleased. The only thing she got out of this hearing was embarrassment and supervised visitation once a week.
Walking out of the court room, I shook my lawyer’s hand, thanking him for his services. As I headed out of the courthouse, I could hear the angry clicking of heels behind me and knew it was my ex-wife.
“Jaxson!” she yelled as I headed down the front steps.
“Walk away, Amandela,” I said, never breaking my stride.
