Unlawful Desires (Lawyers in Lust Book 1) by Sassy Sinclair

Author:Sassy Sinclair [Sinclair, Sassy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Goldman House Publishing
Published: 2017-12-23T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 26

Marcel

Stumbling into his BMW, Marcel was so pent up with sexual frustration he thought he might implode. Could he really forget this woman and move on? Right now, that seemed impossible.

He was upset with Sharla for kicking him out yet again, but he knew deep down that his anger was misplaced. She was right. Their uncontrollable lust for each other caused them to act too recklessly. They both had too much at stake.

Marcel was only a few miles away when his phone rang. Sharla’s name appeared on his navigation screen.

When he answered, sheer hysteria blasted through his speakers, filling the car with Sharla’s shrill voice.

“Someone’s trying to break in here! Please call your girlfriend and tell her to leave me alone! The police are on the way!”

Sharla hung up before he could respond.

Marcel made a U-turn and headed back toward Leimert Park. On the way, he called Camille.

“Where the hell are you?” he shouted.

“None of your business.”

“I told you to stay away from Sharla. The police are on the way there now.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m in San Francisco.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“I don’t care if you don’t believe me. Now I’m beginning to feel harassed. I’m at Fisherman’s Wharf in San Francisco. Want me to send you a picture?”

“What I want you to do is leave Sharla alone.”

“If you don’t stop calling me with this nonsense, I’m going to report you to the police.”

“I’m serious, Camille. You can’t keep—”

She hung up the phone.

“Crazy bitch!”

When he stopped at the next traffic light, his cell phone buzzed with a text. It was a picture of Camille standing in front of the Fisherman’s Wharf sign.

Was she really in San Francisco? He didn’t know what to believe.

By the time he returned to Sharla’s house, the police had come and gone.

She opened the door with a tear-stained face.

“I wanted to check on you.” He stepped inside without waiting to be invited. “What happened?”

“I swear I heard somebody in the backyard, but the police looked around and nobody was there.”

“I called my ex. She says she’s in San Francisco.”

“And you believe her?”

“I don’t know. She sent me a picture of her standing in front of the Fisherman’s Wharf sign.”

“That’s not proof. She could’ve taken that picture anytime.”

He shrugged. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

They stood staring at each other, not saying a word.

“I’m staying here tonight,” Marcel said. “I can sleep on the couch in the den.”

He could tell she wanted him to stay but didn’t want to admit she was afraid.

“You don’t have to sleep on the couch. I have a guest bedroom.”

“No, if whoever it was comes back, I’ll have a better chance of hearing them from the den.”

Sharla marched down the hallway and returned with a sheet, pillow, and blanket. Marcel waited as she made up the couch for him.

“Thanks for staying,” she said. “I haven’t been sleeping well lately. I do feel a lot more comfortable with you being here.”

“No problem.”

Marcel stripped down to his boxers and stretched out on the couch.

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