Chapter 25

Jennifer

The trial day had finally come, but everything was very uncertain. Roberto had just been arrested for Mrs. Anderson’s murder and we didn’t have any idea what was going on. Mrs. Anderson had said she would tell the judge whatever Calvertino wanted her to, so it was scary and a little weird that Roberto had killed her. Or allegedly killed her.

Ryan had convinced me to stick with the case and that the danger was now gone. If Roberto was going to be charged with the murder of a potential witness in this case, it was not likely he would get out of prison. It was even less likely that the judge would overturn his previous ruling.

Things really were starting to feel much better. Roberto would go back to prison and it wouldn’t be Ryan’s fault, so Ryan wouldn’t have to worry about Roberto coming after him to get revenge. Ryan also wouldn’t have to worry about Roberto taking off to Russia and making it look like he had help with his escape.

I felt totally different and more relaxed as we entered the courtroom this time. Maybe it was all the time I spent with Roberto and Ryan lately, maybe it was our threesome, or maybe I just felt confident in that Roberto would stay in prison.

As Roberto was brought into the courtroom, I make eye contact with him and smiled. But the look that came back to me was nothing like what I had expected it would be. His eyes glared at me like I had done something horrible to him. They delved into my soul and I felt like he would have murdered me right there if he had had a weapon.

I had never had a person look at me with such an evil look as his before. It was as if he thought I had turned him into the police or something. I didn’t feel safe sitting next to him.

Roberto shook hands with Ryan and then ignored me.

I couldn’t figure out what I had done wrong. I hadn’t done anything to Roberto and I certainly didn’t know anything about what he did or did not do to Mrs. Anderson.

“All rise for the Honorable Judge Henry,” the bailiff said.

We all stood and I pulled my chair toward Ryan just a touch as I stood up. I couldn’t stand the thought of Roberto being so angry at me. He was a murderer and I just knew it. There was no way I wanted to be on his bad side. Yet that’s where it looked like I was.

“Mr. Calvertino, it appears there is new evidence that is pertinent to this case and will prevent us from continuing with the re-trial,” the judge said as he looked through some documents.

“Your honor, Mr. Calvertino is subject to a new hearing if the new charges are going to be placed against him. We are still here to request the re-trial for previous charges,” Ryan said and then sat down.

Ryan didn’t look over at me or over to Calvertino. He seemed in a zone and unwilling to let his focus be phased.

The back and forth between lawyers and the judge seemed to go on for hours, although it was probably only about thirty minutes. The Judge wanted to keep Roberto in jail and add the new murder charges to his previous charge. Ryan wanted Roberto released and to continue the current trial. The prosecutor wanted Roberto sent back to prison and no re-trail at all.

In the end, the judge decided to give a week-long continuance so everyone could prepare for the re-trail. He did not make a ruling on if the new charges could be added or not. But he did say that Roberto would have to remain in jail because of the current charges of murder against him.

I felt a huge sense of relief as Ryan and I walked out of the courtroom and Roberto had to stay behind.

“He looked like he wanted to murder me. What is he so mad at me?”

“I’m not sure, maybe he thinks you had something to do with the police coming and arresting him.”

“That’s ridiculous. Why would I know anything about Mrs. Anderson’s murder?”

I couldn’t understand why Roberto would even think that I had something to do with him being arrested and charged with murder. There was no way it made any sense to blame me. I was just an intern helping out on the case. I had nothing to do with the police or their investigation into Roberto.

I was getting pretty pissed off that Roberto was even angry with me. I did think he was a murderer, and I started to get paranoid that I might have said something on tape that he had overheard. There was just no way that I could remember everything I had ever said over the past couple of weeks.

As Ryan and I made it back to his house, I decided to stay over with him. I was scared to go back to my apartment. I didn’t what Roberto was capable of and I certainly didn’t want to be home alone in my apartment after the way he had looked at me during court.

“I would feel safer here with you,” I said as Ryan wrapped his arms around me.

“I think that is a great idea. You are welcome to stay over here anytime you want. In fact, I can get you a key and the code to the front gate if you would like.”

“I would like,” I said with a smile.

My mind told me that Ryan never made grand gestures like that to anyone else. He must have been overcome with emotion or at least also feeling like it would be a bad idea for me to go home alone.

That night we lay in bed together and didn’t make love. Ryan held me and stroked my hair until I fell asleep. My mind raced for almost an hour about everything that was going on, but then I was finally able to get some sleep.

It was the most rested sleep I had ever had at Ryan’s. More surprising was the level of comfort that I felt when I slept with him all night long. His touch was gentle and reassured me that everything would be alright. In bed with Ryan, I felt protected and safe from Roberto and anything else horrible that could happen to me. I liked that feeling and wanted to have it more often.

***

It felt like a weight had been lifted from us. I went back to my regular schedule of classes and Ryan continued teaching. I was happy Roberto was in jail. I didn’t want to deal with him or his case anymore. I didn’t want to have to pretend to be nice to a man who clearly had no concern for other people or for life itself.

“Should I pretend to come for supervision tomorrow?” I joked when I ran into Ryan after one of my classes.

It had sort of become a running joke that he never actually supervised me in anything. We spent our time talking about the Roberto Calvertino case or having sex. I wasn’t opposed to our arrangement. But I would prefer more sex and less talking about Calvertino.

I still couldn’t figure out why Roberto was so angry with me. I had not done a thing to him, so I could only assume he was angry about something he overheard me say. That made me very nervous. I remembered a conversation with Rose where I had said something about Roberto being a disgusting old man. I really hoped he had not overheard that. But really, even if he did; would he be so angry at me that he would have looked at me like he did? I didn’t think so.

Ryan thought I imagined things. He said Roberto just looked upset that he was in jail; nothing more and nothing less. But I was certain that he had targeted me with his anger. The look in his eyes was more than just a man upset about being arrested. Roberto was specifically upset at me, he looked at me as if I had personally betrayed him.

The thought of Roberto being angry with me was terrifying; especially considering it appeared that Roberto had killed Mrs. Anderson. I didn’t understand why he would even do that though, Mrs. Anderson had said she would testify to whatever Roberto wanted. She was on his side, there was no reason to kill her and it made me furious just to think about it.

“Yes, come to supervision tomorrow. I’d like to supervisor you a little,” Ryan said with a mischievous smile on his face.

“Mr. King, I’m sorry I was late on my assignment. Can I please turn it in today?” A student who was in Ryan’s class said as he grabbed our attention in the hallway.

“No. I explained very clearly that there would be no late assignments.”

Ryan was firm and authoritative with the student. It caught me off guard. Our relationship had been unusual from the start. I had never really seen this side of him before. Yes, I had seen him demanding of what he wanted sexually. But it was a huge turn on to see him as a teacher and using his authority as he was.

As the student walked away dejected, I couldn’t help but smile at Ryan. He did look pretty damn sexy when he was being a teacher.

“Well I have to run and get ready for my last class of the day, I’ll talk to you tomorrow morning. Unless you are staying over again tonight?” Ryan asked.

We continued to walk toward the auditorium that he had his class in as I contemplated whether I wanted to stay over at his house. I really did want to stay at my own house, but I was still scared to death of Roberto. He had no reason to be upset with me, yet he clearly was. It would be best if I just stayed with Ryan, at least I would know I was safe.

“I’ll stay with you. If that’s alright?” I said as we walked into his lecture hall.

The room was the largest on the whole campus. It was where we had done our orientation on the first day of classes. I couldn’t help but be impressed that Ryan got to speak to this large of an audience. It was mostly students in their last semester of law school and Ryan spoke about ethics in the field.

“Is this place full for your class?” I asked as I looked at the room that held several hundred desks.

“Yes, usually.”

“Wow, we don’t have that many law students. Who else takes the class?”

“Students from other professions also come and take this because we talk about legal and ethic issues in many fields.”

Ryan looked so studious as he stood in front of the lecture hall. I could just picture him as he taught the students everything he knew about ethics. Or at least taught them everything they should know about ethics.

The weird thing for me was that Ryan didn’t strike me as a particularly ethical lawyer. The mere fact that we had gone to Russia to look at places for Roberto Calvertino made me question Ryan’s ethics. But I guess teaching something and doing it were two different things. I’m sure Ryan taught his students plenty about the importance of ethics.

“You look hot standing up there by your chalkboard,” I said as I sat in one of the desks in the front row.

“Yeah? You like my professional teacher side?”

“Yep,” I said as I uncrossed my legs and let Ryan get a glimpse of my inner thighs.

“No. Class is going to start in twenty minutes. Students could start to arrive any moment.”

Ryan seemed nervous. I had never actually seen him nervous. After he had tried to fuck me in the parking lot of the school, it was hilarious that the idea of having me in his classroom had him in a sweat. I liked the way it felt to make Ryan nervous, to throw him off his usual suave game.

Ryan was use to being in control all the time, some of my favorite times around him were when he was out of control. He changed when he didn’t have control over a situation. Ryan turned into a more youthful version of himself and he smiled much more when he wasn’t in control. I liked it when Ryan smiled.

His smile was mischievous and he always seemed to know more than he let on. Ryan didn’t smile much, but when he did it stopped me in my tracks.

“Mmmm so you wouldn’t want me to do this?” I said as I slid my panties off and continued to tease him.

“No I wouldn’t.”

Ryan had a smile from ear to ear as he looked at me and then back to the door. He wanted to have me, he just couldn’t decide if the risk was worth it or not.

“Oh, well then you definitely wouldn’t want me to do this,” I walked up to the table at the head of the room and sat on it.

Ryan surprised me and he didn’t wait a second before pouncing. Before I had even settled on the table Ryan had thrust my legs open and quickly pulled his hard cock out of his pants. I had intended to tease and play with him. I didn’t think he would actually want to fuck at the front of his classroom. I was caught off guard.

Instantly, I regretted my teasing of him. I looked around the room and hoped that no one would come into the class. If I was afraid of getting caught outside having sex with Ryan, then I was absolutely terrified of having other students find us at the front of the lecture hall.

I wrapped my arms around Ryan’s neck as he pressed his cock deep inside of me. I wanted to scream out, but my fear of being caught kept me silent. There was no illusion of privacy here, I knew that at any moment a student could walk into his class and all would be over for both of us.

Thrust after thrust I took his bulging cock inside of me. I could feel the excitement of the moment from my toes all the way to my lips. He felts so good inside of me. Ryan felt like he and I fit perfectly together.

As I took his pounding, my grip around his neck got firmer and I felt my body scream out in delight. The only way I could stop myself from actually screaming was to bite down on his chest as he continued to deliver thrust after glorious thrust.

His final thrust left my body trembling and before I knew it, Ryan had pulled out and zipped himself up. Just as he did that, a couple students came in through the door at the top of the auditorium.

My heart raced and I didn’t want to turn around for fear that they would know who I was. I slid off the table casually and grabbed my purse. As I left the auditorium I noticed two things; my cum was all over Ryan’s table and I had drawn blood when I bit Ryan. Ryan’s button up green shirt had a very clear bite mark and a touch of blood had leaked through the cotton to be seen on the front of the shirt.

I smiled and giggled a little as I left the room.