The Downlow Alpha (The Identity Crises Book 1) (5 page)

            
 
“Hi, you must be Harley,” the woman said as she walked towards us. As we stood up I gave her a quick appraisal. She emitted an air of confidence, and I immediately felt relieved as I took her in. She appeared to be maybe early forties, blonde hair, firm yet friendly blue eyes. She finished shaking Harleys hand and offered it to me. Her grip was firm, and I knew we had made the right decision coming to her.

              “Hi, my name is Justin. I am the one who found you,” I said.

              “Please, come on back to my office,” she said, looking to Harley to make sure it was okay that I join them. He understood and nodded. As we followed her he threw me a quick glance, and I could see the look of approval in his face.

              “Please, sit down,” she said as she shut the door behind us. Harley explained the situation to her, leaving nothing out. I was surprised at the bluntness of his honesty, and even more so by her acceptance of everything without the hint of judgement passing through her demeanor. After Harley finished, she sat there for a moment, thinking.

              Finally, she spoke.

              “I hate it when parents use their children as pawns when things don’t work out. I find the person despicable, and often wonder how it is they find a partner with such controlling tendencies. I am glad you came so quickly.”

              “Why,” Harley asked, not able to hide his newfound optimism she was inspiring in him.

              She smiled at him, and her genuineness touched me.

              “Because she is not expecting you to make the first move. I hate to admit this, but to a large degree, whomever initiates proceedings all to often has a leg up on the other party. It immediately has the connotation of victimization status. It is presumed as such because it is assumed you would not be petitioning the court without the need for their relief.”

              “On top of that, we can file several motions that she will have to react to, which will keep her on the defensive. I am going to give you some documents to review, make sure that I have the information correct.”

              She rifled through the notes she had been taking and handed them to Harley one by one. He scanned them, and found nothing amiss. As he was finishing up the last page, she asked him to write down the address he was staying at, and the address his wife could be found at.

              He looked at me questioningly, and it dawned on me how quickly everything was moving. He still didn’t know our address. I told him, and realized how ungrounded I was by everything. I was outside of any semblance of normalcy I had ever known.

              “And now comes my favorite part,” she said as she took the paper from him. “I will need a retainer of one thousand dollars. I charge two hundred an hour, which is cheap for what you get.”

              Harley nodded as he answered her.

              “I don’t have any checks on me, can you take my debit card?”

              “We do take plastic as well. We are used to our clients coming to us without having a checkbook with them. Let me get the card from you and I will have the secretary run it.”

              Harley gave her the card and she buzzed her receptionist to come run it. We waited, making small talk for a few minutes before the receptionist came back, an uncomfortable look on her face.

              “The card was declined,” she said. Harleys face went from one of disbelief to anger.

              “She must have emptied the account out so I would have to come home,” he said, and I could see the look of resignation in his dark eyes. That look of frustration one gets when one thing after another goes wrong.

              It dawned on me I barely had a few hundred dollars in my account, and felt my optimism drain as well. Coming down here was all for naught. Harley must have seen the look on my face, and turned back to Samantha.

              “I am sorry,” he said, his voice flat and betraying nothing of what he must be feeling. “It seems I have wasted your time.”

              “Nonsense,” she said. “This is a gift and gives us something else to work with. Look, we can worry about payment later. I will work pro bono until we get the financials taken care of. But I need for you to go to your bank right now, and get an itemization of the month’s activities. I need to show the court what she has done. I will work on the paperwork while I wait for you to get back with it.”

              I glanced at the clock, and saw it was already a few minutes past four. We would have to hurry to get to the bank before they closed. Harley felt pressed as well, as he stood and took her hand, thanking her profusely. We rushed down to the bank, and I waited outside as he went in and got the documentation. I sped all the way back to her office, worrying whether she would still be there. It was a few minutes after five as we walked back into her lobby, and the receptionist was already gone.

              Harley walked down the hall, with me following closely behind.

              “Good timing,” I heard Samantha say as I followed him in. “I was just finishing up my brief, and all I have to add is this information for my petition.”

              She looked the document over, then began typing some of the information onto her computer.

              “I just need to print this off and then will get it over to the courthouse. I already called a friend of mine who works in the clerk’s office, and we will get our order tonight.”

              I was amazed at her competence, and felt Harley staring at me. I turned to him, and felt my heart fill with love as I saw the thankfulness in his beautiful dark eyes.

              “Let’s go home,” he said. We stood and thanked her, and as we walked to my car, I could feel his eyes on my ass.

              The sound of his loins smacking my ass rang throughout the room, the feel of his rough thrusts as his member slid roughly across my prostate reverberating wild electricity throughout my nerves. Despite his having taken me several times now, my body screamed at how he stretched me as he pushed and pulled his thickness inside of me. It hurt. It hurt so good.

              He had been fucking me now for several minutes, his emissions adding extra lubrication as he took me. Without thought, I realized I was testing his thickness now, squeezing it with my inner muscles as I sought to memorize every inch of his love. His hands held my hips like vice grips, his thrusts fast and methodical as he pushed deep inside of me, desperate to make us one.

              I was his now, and as I pushed back again and again to meet his throbbing hardness, I relished the feel of his loins as they cupped up against my ass. I loved the way my ass filled the contour of his loins. Hard, masculine loins that were unflinching in their demands.

              His right hand slowly slid from my hip towards my leaking manhood, and as his hand slid over my shaft it slid in my emissions of ecstasy. The lubrication allowed his hand to slide effortlessly up and down my shaft, and he quickly was pumping me in rhythm to his thrusts. My mind became incapable of thought as the dual sensations of his domination filled me with vibrations to strong for me to contain. As I spilled my seed in climax, I vaguely became aware that I was squealing in pleasure.

              His hand kept squeezing my cock, as he pulled and tugged on it, smearing my ejaculate up and down my shaft. The sensation was so strong it was almost painful, but he would not stop as he kept ramming his thick rod deep within me. His grunts of pleasure tugged at me, the timing of them synched to his thrusts. I felt like he had bruised my insides now as he just kept fucking me and fucking me, yet I didn’t want him to stop. I had never been fucked like he fucked me before. I wanted him to own me, own my soul. He did own my soul.

              I felt his cock expand inside of me as he yelled out, and gushes of his hot man seed sprayed deep inside of me over and over again, as he pulled me as tightly against him as he could, trying to push some part of his cock hidden in his sac inside of me. He held me to him for a moment, then his hands released their tight grasp on my hips, and I felt him slowly begin sliding out.

              And sliding and sliding. As his cock finally pulled out of me, my ass made a suction sound and I fell on my chest on the bed. The sensation of my weight pressing my cock onto the bed hurt in my sensitivity, but I felt incapable of moving. I was spent like never before. I could feel his breathe on my neck as he slowly lowered himself onto my back, adding his weight to my own.

              We lie there for several moments, neither of us saying a word. Then the feel of his thickness growing set fire to the nerves in my ass as his cock shifted from the growth. I realized I was rocking my hips, relishing the feel of his smooth cock skin in the crack of my ass. Relished the feel of it pressing on my backdoor opening. A gasp escaped me as I felt him adjusting on top of me, and the head of his member pressed against my opening, unrelenting in its demands as it forced its way back inside of me again.

              As I lost myself to his thrusts, I knew all was right in the world. I had found my Alpha, and he was taking what was his.

            
 
The judge had an angry look on his face as he chastised Charlotte.

              “Your actions border on being illegal. And your homophobic outbursts raise serious questions regarding your ability to be the primary guardian for your child. Because of your inability to control yourself in this courtroom, I hereby order that you undergo a psychiatric evaluation. I am granting a temporary order of custody to the father, and all visitations with the mother to be supervised until the court is able to see the mother’s psychiatric evaluation. I am ordering the family residence to go to the father so the child has continuity in her life.”

              “Half of the money that was taken from the joint checking account is to be submitted to the court as soon as you leave this courtroom. If you do not comply, you will be in contempt and a bench warrant issued. Do you understand me?”

              The look on her face changed from outrage to fear as it sunk in she could go to jail for her action. She nodded, seeming unable to find her voice.

              “That is a yes or no answer,” the judge said unsympathetically.

              “Y…yes, your honor,” she said, all color drained from her face.

              “Counselor, get with my bailiff for the details of the evaluation. I will see all of you back here on…,” he paused to consult the calendar on his desk.

              “Feb 28
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. You are excused,” he said with finality. Harley turned and hugged Samantha, lifting her off of her feet. She feigned dislike for the show of emotion, but her eyes were shining with happiness. We exchanged pleasantries and as we walked out, Harley looked around the hall. I quickly saw what he was looking for, and it dawned on me the full implications of the ruling as she ran up to him.

              “Daddy,” she said, jumping into his arms. She looked tiny as he held her tightly to his chest, kissing her on the side of her head.

              “Hi pumpkin. I missed you so much,” he said.

              “Honey, I want you to meet a good friend of daddy’s. This is Justin,” he said.

              She turned to look at me, and I saw she recognized me from the scene at her house just days ago.

              “Hi Stacy, it is so nice to meet you formally. Your daddy talks so much about you, and I feel so lucky to meet such a special little lady,” I said, hoping she would warm up to me. I was worried her mom had tainted her outlook on me. But to my relief, she immediately smiled at my calling her special.

              “Honey, what say we go home and make our special dinner so we can show Justin what a great cook you are,” he said.

              “You’re coming home daddy,” she asked, her innocence melting my heart.

              “Yes baby.”

              “What about mommy,” she asked.

              “Mommy has to go away. But she told me to tell you she loves you bunches and that she misses you,” he said. My admiration for him shot up at how he lied to protect his daughter from the truth about her mom.

              “So what is this special dinner you have in store for me,” I asked, changing the subject to help Harley out.

              She smiled from over his shoulder as we walked out and I was unprepared for her reply.

              “Pancakes.”

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