Page 14 of Her Exception

“And fuck you, Mec! It’s on sight whenever I see you.”

“Shit, pull up right now!”

“Say less!”

I disconnected the call and charged toward the closet, but before I could put on my boots and put my hair up in a ponytail, my father was coming in and enveloping me in a bear hug. I told him to release me, though that wasn’t really what I wanted or needed. He held me until my anger turned into sadness and I cried as I weakly surrendered to his embrace.

I wanted to go to Mecca and pound his face in the way he’d shattered my heart. But the truth was, he’d probably fold me in half like a pretzel, and not in a good way. Knowing that he harbored such hate for me only hurt me more. I was truly at a loss. I gave him the abortion he wanted and never reached out to him.

What more did he want from me?

“Iam so disappointed in you,” Violet seethed.

I couldn’t blame her. My actions were completely out of character. What could I say? Seeing Shalom took me back to that eighteen-year-old boy all over again. The one whose heart was broken into so many pieces he had no choice but to chuck them at everyone within reach through anger. Because anger was easier to feel and express than betrayal and pain. It was easier to lash out than admit just how much Shalom’s actions hurt me. And she had the nerve to act as if I was to blame. Like she had a reason to hate me. Like she wasn’t the one who broke up with me with a pathetic ass letter and killed my firstborn. Just thinking about it had me getting pissed all over again.

“How could you behave that way in this office, Mecca? You plan to be named partner one day, yet you don’t even have control over your emotions.”

“I have control over my emotions. It’s just… her.” I felt silly even saying that. “She brings me out of myself.”

“Well, you need to get your shit together. Whether you want to accept it or not, Shalom is the best researcher available. If you want to win this case and avoid it going to trial, you need her.”

“Violet…”

She lifted her hand to silence me. “Whatever happened between the two of you, fix it. And don’teverlet me hear about you putting your hands on a woman again, or I will personally go to the D.A. and have them file charges against you myself.”

“She slapped me! And tried to do it again!”

“So?” With a huff, I stood and prepared to leave her office, but she called my name. “It’s clear you both are hurt over whatever it is. Heal, Mecca. I’ve never seen this side of you, and though it’s human, I don’t want to see it again. You’re better than this.”

I was frustrated with myself as it was but knowing that I’d let Violet down didn’t make me feel any better. After leaving her office, I told my floor assistant to take messages for all my calls for the rest of the day so they would not be forwarded to my cell. I needed a break. Being here made me feel like I was suffocating.

When I got into my car, I didn’t have a clear destination in mind. I ended up at Hosanna’s office. She was a paralegal, which was how we met in the first place. The lawyer she worked for needed our help with a case that he didn’t have the manpower or resources to win. I prayed she was in her office as I ignored the greeting of the receptionist. It wasn’t intentional. I looked at her and tried to speak but the words wouldn’t come out.

Hosanna’s smile was wide as I closed and locked her office door.

“Hi, Mecca. To what do I owe the pleasure of this impromptu visit?”

As I unzipped my pants, she got the message. Standing, she hiked her dress up before lifting one of her knees and placing it on her desk. Regardless of how desperate I was for relief, I took the time to strap up. Pinning her chest against the desk, I pushed her panties to the side and slipped inside. She moaned as I filled her with deep, hard strokes. Strokes that came so swift and precise she couldn’t moan and struggled to breathe.

It didn’t take long before she was drenching me with her cum, but I didn’t let up. I lost count of how many times she came. The only thing that made me pull out was her clawing at my wrist and telling me to stop before she got too loud. I looked down at the mess we’d made and quickly pulled out, but that didn’t stop her walls from pulsing as she gushed and squirted.

“Shit,” I grumbled, falling back into her seat. She had soaked my pants and would leave me with a wet stain.

Hosanna fell back onto me as she struggled to regulate her breathing. With a moan, she wrapped my arms around her as the last of her tremors subsided.

“Damn, baby. You’veneverfucked me like that.”

She dropped to her knees and pulled the condom off, sucking my shit until my seeds seeped down her throat. Afterward, she tossed the condom into a piece of paper that I offered to discard. I didn’t think Hosanna was scandalous enough to try and get my semen out, but because she’d been acting a little weird lately, I didn’t want to take any chances.

“You wanna talk about whatever made you fuck me like that?” she asked as I stood and took off my suit jacket. I would need to carry it in a way that covered her wetness on the front of my pants.

I wanted to talk, but not to her, and definitely not right now. I was already more emotional than usual, and sex compounded what I was feeling because of Shalom. If I confided in Hosanna right now, it would make me feel closer to her, and I didn’t need or want that.

“Nah, I’ll be all right now. Thank you for not turning me away.”

She gave me a smile before kissing me, and I greedily gave it back. I helped her readjust her dress well enough to be presentable on her way to the bathroom before we parted ways. She told me to call her tonight, but I probably wouldn’t. Sex twice in one day hadn’t been our thing, and things were too complicated right now for me to risk it.

I checked my phone before heading out, seeing that I had missed calls from both Parker and Amelia. I shot them a text letting them know I was heading home to shower before going for a run, and they let me know they’d meet me at the park in an hour.

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