Chapter 2

"Hmmmm." Andrea moaned as her male companion drilled himself hard into her. "Oh God! Right…right…ri…right there!" She gasped breathlessly.

The man fulfilled her wish willingly and with much vigour to Andrea's glee. She was on all fours at the edge of the bed, knees spread wildly apart with strong hands holding her hips firmly in place for the ultimate cock on pussy beating.

She could hear the grunts of pleasure behind her as this is the best cock she has ever had. This cock threatens to cause her to lose her mind. She glanced back as far as her body would allow her to gaze on the beautiful, chocolate bulky god standing behind her, setting all her nerve endings on fire.

His eyes were closed and she saw every burly muscle in his chest, neck and arms tensed up. She loved this man and she knows that he loves her but there was a complication. She was free, single and disengaged but he wasn't. He's married.

Well technically he is on paper but in reality, he is separated and has been so for the past 5 years. Karen, Tyrese's wife of 10 years left him. She also left behind their girls Chelsea, who was 4 years old and Ariel who was 3 years old at the time.

Andrea met him two years later after that when she had taken her nephew Nicholas for a birthday treat at Crispy Creams. He had invited his best friend Chelsea who in-turn brought along her sister Ariel who had begged to go with her. She remembered their first meeting.

Three years ago

Andrea was sitting at a table at the café with her nephew Nicholas when two little girls burst in excitedly through the door followed by a walking 6 foot 2 dark chocolate immortal among men close behind. She heard the sharp intake of breath among several ladies around her drowning out her own. From the warm smiles from the cashier and some of the waitresses it seemed that he was a regular. He hugged two of the waitresses and kissed the cashier on her cheeks which caused her to blush uncontrollably.

"Good morning everyone." He bellowed and all the ladies answered except her.

Some stared at him openly now while other pretend to busy themselves while stealing glances at him. She heard him whispered something to one of the waitresses and she turned and pointed over in Andrea's direction. He turned around and looked at her.

Chelsea screamed out Nicholas's name and raced over to him, Ariel following suit. Tyrese kept his eyes on Andrea as he strolled over to her table. Chelsea introduced her sister to Nicholas and soon the three of them were talking like they were old high school friends. When Tyrese arrived at their table he stood there, towering over them, his eyes narrowing at Andrea.

"You're not Nicholas's mother."

"Thanks for telling me. I didn't know that."

Tyrese said nothing as he folded his beefy arms across his chest. They looked at each other for a full minute, the children oblivious to the eye wrestling between the adults next to them.

"So who are you?"

Andrea frowned at his interrogation of her. From his stance, she could tell he was in the protection field and as she learned later, she was right. He was a cop. She dragged her eyes over him from his head to his toe and back up again before she answered him.

"Andrea…Nicholas's aunt."

"Hmmmm."

A waitress brought over three large milkshakes and announced to the birthday boy that his surprise cake will be coming out soon. The children shrieked excitedly. Andrea turned and smiled at the excitement of her nephew and didn't know that Tyrese was still looking at her until Chlesea blew his cover.

"What's wrong daddy?"

Andrea's head snapped around to turn towards him but he quickly looked at Chelsea.

"Nothing sweetie."

Turning back to face Andrea, Tyrese took out his phone and snapped a picture of Nicholas, Chelsea and Ariel drinking their shakes and then he squeezed his large frame next to them on the seat and took out a couple of selfies of himself with the three children all smiles and making funny faces.

Tyrese then hugged and kissed his girls and at the same time wished Nicholas an enjoyable birthday. They hugged him back tightly. Standing up, he hesitated a little. Then, without warning, he took a picture of Andrea. He saw the utter surprise then creeping annoyance in her face.

"Take care of my girls. They are the most precious things in this world to me."

Andrea didn't know what this statement did to her. She didn't know if it was the words themselves or the way he said it…it just made her nodded at him meekly. He smiled at her.

"Bye daddy!" the girls said in unison. He then stretched out his hand to her.

"Tyrese."~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Andrea closed her eyes as Tyrese began to slowly slick himself in and out of her. She knew he was close to filling her up with his essence. She lowered her chest down on the bed keeping her posterior up as high as she can. Tyrese slipped deeper into her and that was all it took. They both climaxed together…Andrea screaming into the bed sheets and Tyrese bellowing into the night.

Tyrese released his full weight on her and they both slowly collapsed on the bed. She could feel her womb full with his little soldiers. Andrea wanted to have Tyrese's baby despite his marital status but she was grateful that he wanted to do things right by her. He wanted to get his divorce first, re-marry and then have her pop out as much of his babies that she wanted. He was old fashioned like that and it made her love him even more.

So as a divorce lawyer she filed the necessary paper work. The only issue right now is to find the Mrs Tyrese Walker. Since Karen left, Tyrese or the girls have never seen her again. It was like she disappeared off the face of the earth. Tyrese took it upon himself after the first six months of their separation to check the obituaries of all the daily newspapers as well as check the local hospitals and morgues for any injured Jane Does or unclaimed female bodies.

So far, he hasn't had the pleasure of having to claim any bodies till this day. But it has been hard for him and the girls. Tyrese rolled off her and Andrea straddled him. His eyes were closed but she knew he wasn't sleeping. He never falls asleep until after the second round. He was caressing her thighs when they heard Andrea's name being called loudly downstairs. Tyrese bolted up right as Andrea jumped off him. She knew that voice as she raced downstairs.~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

When the cab pulled up in Andrea's driveway and she saw the truck, Michonne knew that Tyrese was there and there was a possibility that she was probably intruding on one of the very few intimate times that one of her best friends who is also an attorney was having with her boyfriend because of how busy both of their schedules are. Unfortunately, at this moment she doesn't care. This was an emergency.

She began banging in Andrea's front door when it swung open. Andrea saw the look on her face and stepped aside so that Michonne could come inside. Without a word, Michonne pushed the served papers at Andrea who read it quickly, occasionally glancing at Michonne when she saw some of the demands in the document. A couple of minutes passed as Michonne moved restlessly on her feet and Andrea carefully assess the papers. Unable to contain her anxiousness, Michonne shrieked at her.

"Can he do this?!"

Andrea rubbed her eyes…dreadfully. She knows that Michonne isn't going to like her answer.

"Yes Michonne. Unfortunately…he can."~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Three days after the disastrous and almost deadly political rally, three of Rick's closest friends, Morgan, James and Matthew were at his house bombarding him with questions about his near assassination attempt on his life.

"You are way too lucky man!" Morgan said looking at his childhood friend.

They were in the backyard lounging on some chairs eating sandwiches which Rick's mother made for them. It was the exact same spot where the tree house used to be.

"I told you you shouldn't have gone into politics!" James semi yelled at Rick.

"I was getting tired of the corporate world."

Matthew eyed him sarcastically.

"Of course you were! After you made a shit load of money on the stock market!"

Morgan, Rick and James laughed.

"I just wanted a change in pace and scenery. Besides it could have been my father that the guy was going after. It wouldn't be the first time."

"You got pace alright and as for the scenery…what's better than having bullets flying at your stupid head." Matthew said to the roaring laughter of the others.

Their moment was cut short by some sort of commotion and a woman screaming at front gate demanding to be let in. Then they heard the guards at the gate shouting. Rick, Morgan, James and Matthew went to the front gate to investigate. There they saw in the distance Agent Ford holding Lori firmly by her arms, almost dangling her off her feet. Lori saw them first and called out to Rick.

"Rick! It's me. Lori!"

"What the f*ck?!" Matthew muttered under his breath.

"What is she doing here?" Morgan asked.

All three men turned to Rick who was just staring at Lori.

"Rick! Tell these morons to let me in! You know me!"

Rick closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration.

"Don't do it man!" James warned with the others nodding their heads in total agreement. "You are finally free of all the drama this chic brings. You can't afford any kind of scandals…past or future to taint you once you become mayor."

Agent Ford called out to Rick.

"Mr Grimes, do you know this woman?"

"Of course he does!" Lori said incredulously. "Rick!"

Without even looking forward, Rick waved his hands forward and Lori was released. She started running towards him.

"F*cking idiot!" James mumbled to him.

"You know she's only here because she saw you on tv and knows that you're going into politics. God forbid the two of you get back together, that means more prestige for her as the girlfriend and possible future wife of the mayor." Matthew advised.

Rick looked at him.

"I'm just pointing out the glaring reason all of us...including you know why she's here. Just be careful and know what you're doing."

When Lori was close Matthew and Morgan plastered big welcoming smiles on their faces. They greeted her in unison.

"Hey Lori."

James held his face as serious as a judge...unsmiling...unflinching. Lori flung herself at Rick, putting her arms around his neck. She kissed him on the lips and began fawning over him in full view of everyone. While James didn't hide his disgust, Matthew and Morgan were trying to stifle the giggles in them that were dying to be let out.

"Oh my god! I saw what happened to you on tv! Are you alright?!"

Rick stared at Lori trying to comprehend what she was doing here…now…at this time...at this every moment.

"Rick? What wrong baby?!" Lori cupped his face in her hands.

Slowly he pushed Lori off of him.

"What are you doing here Lori?!"

Lori seemed genuinely taken aback by the question.

"What do you mean Rick? I came to see you! I wanted to make sure you're ok!"

Rick stared at Lori in disbelief.

"After two years?! Two years of no communication whatsoever. No email, calls, text…nothing!"

Lori feigned hurt by Rick words.

"What are you really doing here?!"

There was a moment of silence as tears filled Lori's eyes.

"I love you Rick!"

James looked on waiting and hoping that Rick would send this bitch packing. He was hoping that Rick remember all the drama and confusion she caused. He was praying that Rick remembered all the friends he lost because of this woman. He couldn't take her antics anymore.

"F*ck this! I'm outta here!"

James turned to leave but Rick reached out to him. James pulled away.

"James wait!"

Wait for what Rick?! You think I'm gonna stand here and listen to this bullshit?! If you don't remember what this woman represent and all the problems that comes with her I do and I am not going through that shit again!"

James stalked off with Rick, Lori, Matthew and Morgan staring after him. Lori turned back to Rick and began pleading her case.

"I love you Rick. I never stopped loving you and I was wrong to leave you!"

She stepped forward and caressed Rick face.

"Please take me back Rick. I know you still love me. Give me another chance."

Lori hugged Rick as Matthew and Morgan looked at him with curious eyes and he stared blankly back at them. Rick hands remained at his side.~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Michonne sat in the conference room in Andrea's office ticked off. After much convincing from Andrea, she decided to bring up the date of their divorce and division of assets hearing. Now four days later, she is about to face the man who she had called her husband, the man who she had to carry his weight around during their marriage, the man who now wanted to take from her what he didn't earn.

After fifteen minutes, Jeremy walked in with his attorney Dereck Daniel. Andrea looked at Michonne and could see the rage building in her. She put her hand on Michonne's to calm her down. Michonne took heed of her unspoken advice. Jeremy and his attorney sat down opposite them. Michonne and Jeremy stared at each other but soon Jeremy started to waver under his own resolve and had to turn away. Jeremy's lawyer spoke first.

"My client is just asking for what he is entitled to for his time and interest in the marriage."

Neither Andrea nor Michonne said anything. Mr. Daniel continued.

"There are several issues of the table. One….since there is no hope of reconciliation my client is willing to leave the matrimonial home to Ms Atwell but wants the Manhattan condo transferred in his name so that he could live there."

Andrea looked at Michonne who nodded.

"My client agrees to that."

Mr. Daniel scribbled some notes on his notepad.

"Secondly, there are nine rental properties that were acquired during the marriage."

"Yes." Andrea responded firmly. "Acquired through my client being gainfully employed at a real job…one that pays. She…that is my client acquired those properties through her hard work."

Mr Daniel continued.

"Out of those nine, five are currently being rented which is bringing in a combined income of almost $50,000 per month. Three are being renovated and one was just recently purchased since the separation." He paused. "My client is proposing that he gets those five rental properties plus one of the ones which are currently being renovated so that he could supplement his income. Your client could keep the rest."

"Are you being serious right now? Supplement what f*cking income?!" Andrea asked calmly. "You're client doesn't work. He's a failed writer and has been loafing off my client for most of their marriage. He went back to school, which my client generously paid for, got his degree and did nothing with it."

Jeremy's face cringed at the list of his failure as a husband and provider but he could overlook that. His attorney assured him that although he and Michonne have been married for eight years and of those eight years, they were only separated for the last two. He was entitled to some sort of compensation in the marriage.

He met Michonne a year after she got into the CIA. She was young and had an unblemished record and her ten years of service meant that her pay package and perks were significant. Michonne was never a wild spender but she did provide for his needs and that include paying for writer's conventions and seminars in different states. She invested heavily in her hobby of buying up of old properties, renovating them and either renting or selling them.

While at first he fought her on the idea, after the first fixer upper sale, the huge profit made changed his mind immediately. He eventually got in on the action and started looking for houses which they would purchase and make a decent profit on. One of Michonne's friends Sasha, was a real estate agent and mostly handled the searching around for suitable and viable properties to buy and then renovate. Unfortunately, Sasha never chose any of the houses which he suggested.

Michonne wasn't in for fancy hotel and restaurants but she was always an excellent cook and would prefer to stay at home trying and perfecting new recipes, so fine dining was something he never really missed. Michonne gave him comfort and a certain lifestyle and although they are now divorcing his attorney assured him that that lifestyle could continue.

So why couldn't he get atleast majority of all the rental properties and she keep a few and her salary? He thinks that's reasonable. As her lawyer pointed out, his writing career hasn't taken off as yet and he hasn't worked much during their marriage so he would need money to live.

'We both know that's not going to fly Mr Daniel. My client's money paid for all those properties. Yes they were acquired during the marriage but there was no contribution financial or otherwise from your client. It is very very unlikely that if this goes to court that you would win. You know this."

"Yes this is true, but think about this. If this does go to court which I highly suspect neither you nor your client wants, there will be different hearings and appeals dates. Your client is a CIA agent. She needs her mind to be clear and focus to protect some of the most prominent members of our government. How effective do you think she will be doing her job when her mind is elsewhere? Her salary could take a significant hit if she has to pay attorney fees for multiple court dates. This matter could take years to resolve.

Andrea smiled at him but in her heart she couldn't dismiss what he was saying.

"As I am sure your client told you… I am her friend so I am doing this pro bono."

Mr Daniel smirked.

"Yeah…for now. How long will you do this at the expense of your other paying clients?"

"As long as it takes."

Mr Daniel smiled and continued.

"There is another property in question which we must discuss." Andrea saw Michonne tense up. "That property is a cottage on two acres of land on a lake in Michigan. My client wants shared legal ownership of that house."

"That house was given to me by my grandmother even before we met! She died there!" Michonne screamed at Jeremy across the table. "I was born there!"

Andrea grabbed Michonne shoulder to calm her down but Michonne ignored her...she was just to far gone in her grief and anger.

"She left that house for me in her will! You know what that house means to me!" She cries. Jeremy turned away.

"You'll get over it." He murmured.

There was silence in the room. Both attorneys sucked in their breath in disbelief.

"What did you just say?!" Michonne whispered. Before anyone could react Michonne was over the table and on top of Jeremy. Jeremy's attorney fell over on his chair in pure shock.

"Michonne! Stop!"

Michonne couldn't hear anything around her. All she saw was the sleazily, slime-ball man who she called her husband. She kept on pounding on him…one, two, three, four, five. She kept landing punch after punch after punch. After awhile she didn't see a human underneath her. She saw eight wasted years of her life that she can't get back.

She didn't realized how much she hated Jeremy until now…until tears began falling from her eyes. Then suddenly she felt strong hands wrapped around her waist dragging her off her victim. Finally she registered Andrea's voice calling her name.

"Michonne! Calm down!"

Michonne was taken across the room by a security officer and confined to the corner. Andrea kneeled down infront of her, cupping her face.

"Look at me!"

Andrea glanced back briefly and saw Jeremy's attorney standing over him on the floor, passing his hand through his greasy hair, confused at to his next move. Jeremy's face is well bloodied. He glanced over at Andrea who just shrugged her shoulders at him.

After a minute Michonne slowed down her breathing and calmed herself. Taking Andrea squarely at her shoulder she said firmly.

"Take me out of this place Andrea...before I commit murder."