By the time we had pulled out of the parking lot, I had moved on from being scared. Now I was just pissed. Pulling out my phone, I pulled up Robert’s number.
“W-what are you doing?” Aaron asked me.
“Calling the fucker back.”
Aaron placed his hand on my leg and I dropped my hands to my lap. Taking in a few calming breaths, I turned to Aaron. “I swore to myself that night he hit me I would never allow him to make me feel like that again, Aaron, and he just did. He took a piece of my sanity and stripped it away from me.”
“I know, Sierra. He’s fucking around with your emotions but baby we are so close to trial. He wants you to freak out. He wants you to feel like you have to settle. Sierra, please trust me. He is going down.”
My heart rate was through the roof as I attempted to stop my hands from shaking.
“How can you be so sure?”
Smiling, Aaron pulled over on the side of the road and put his truck in park. “Your trust fund for one thing. It was set up by your grandfather right?”
Nodding my head, I said, “So?”
“After reading it a million times, there was something missing. It appeared to have more pages to it. Getting in touch with your father, he told me who drew up the paperwork originally. I requested it from them and I got it before we left to come down here. Earlier today was the first time I had a chance to read it over.”
My heart felt as if it was slamming against my chest. “A-and?”
“Robert can’t touch your trust, baby. It was set up so only blood relatives had any legal access to it.”
My mouth fell to the ground. “Shut up. So this whole time . . . this whole time I was worrying for nothing?”
Nodding his head, Aaron said, “I’m afraid so. The previous lawyer missed it, but I’ve got to say, it was kind of easy to miss.”
“Holy shit,” I mumbled as Aaron put his hand on my leg.
“Please trust me, baby. I’m going to win.”
Pressing my lips together, I nodded my head and whispered, “I trust you, Aaron.”
Minutes later, we were back at the beach house and Aaron was ushering me into the guesthouse. Shutting the door, he turned to me. “I swear to you, I won’t let him hurt you ever again. He is not going to win. I need you to trust me, Sierra.”
I instantly saw it in his eyes. Aaron was a man on a mission; he clearly knew he was going to win.
“You found something else out though earlier, didn’t you?” I asked.
Aaron’s face fell. “Sierra, it’s something I really don’t want to have to share with you or in front of the court, but I will if I have to.”
A part of me wanted to know what it was and the other part wanted to ignore what Aaron just said. “Will it make a difference in my case?”
Nodding his head slowly, he said, “It could.”
Swallowing hard, I barely spoke above a whisper. “I want to know.”
Pushing his fingers through his hair, Aaron dropped his head back and stared at the ceiling. I knew whatever it was, he was trying to keep it from me because he feared it would hurt me.
Dropping his head back down, Aaron looked me in the eyes. “Robert had other affairs.”
Standing up taller, I let it soak in.
Fucking dickwad, asshole, dirtbag . . . fucker!
Taking in a deep calming breath, I slowly blew it out. “It doesn’t matter at this point, because I discovered something this weekend.”
Aaron looked at me with a surprised look on his face. “What?” he asked.
“I thought I loved Robert when really what we shared was nothing at all like love. I know that because what I feel for you is completely different. What I feel for you is absolute true love.”
Aaron’s body instantly relaxed as he flashed me a smile that melted my insides. Pulling me into his arms, I let my body relax into his. Aaron pushed his hand into my hair and took in a deep breath as he held me close. “I want to make love to you, Sierra.”
Smiling, I pulled back and looked into his blue eyes. “Well, we are in the guesthouse.”
TAKING ANOTHER LOOK AT THE clock, I let out a frustrated sigh. Three in the morning and I had yet to fall asleep. Great. I’m going to be exhausted for the trial.
Glancing down, I smiled as I saw Princess sleeping peacefully next to me in my king-sized bed. “Glad one of us can sleep.”
Scrubbing my hands down my face, I gave up the fight and got out of bed. “Fuck this.”
Two minutes later, I was standing in my kitchen waiting for my Keurig to make me a cup of hot tea. Taking my tea, I made my way into my office and sat at my desk. Sierra’s file was sitting there ready to go. Closing my eyes, I hoped like hell everything went according to plan. If I had my way, we’d be done in less than thirty minutes.
