Chapter 21

Andrew

Two weeks later

 

Logan is staring at me as we’re driving down 10th Avenue and making a right on 48th Street. He says to me, “This isn’t the right way to Carbone.”

I told Logan I was taking him out for an early dinner tonight in the Village. He was more than willing since he’s been mostly housebound for the last two weeks.

I’m trying to maintain my composure when he questions me again, “Where are we going? I thought you said we were going out to eat?”

But I just smile back as I finally spot a parking space. I get out and put money in the meter before helping Logan out of the car.

His leg is somewhat better, but he still has another three weeks at least before he gets the cast removed. At least he was able to stop the pain pills.

“What are we doing in Hell’s Kitchen? I hope you’re not taking me to a bar like this.”

Logan won’t stop pestering me, but I keep him in the dark. Until I spot it. I find the right key and open the door.

“Where are we?” He asks.

“We need to go up,” I say. So we get in the elevator and I push the 4th floor button. Logan finally looks less perturbed but more curious now. He’s still staring at me to see if he can break me. I hold the elevator door until Logan walks out, then I spot the door, #405. After opening it, Matt looks at me, “What is this? What are we doing here?”

“Welcome to the Law Office of Patterson & Daniels,” Logan’s jaw drops open. The place isn’t much to speak of, but I can see that he is excited.

“You mean?” he says. I nod to him, “Oh, I want to jump up and down so bad right now. Andrew I can’t believe this!!”

I tell him, “You’ll take your own cases that you want, helping the poor and disenfranchised, and I’ll take on clients that will pay the bills.” I can see Logan’s face fall right after I said that. So I continue, “but, no more white collar criminals. I promise!”

Logan drops his crutches and nearly tumbles over, but I catch him before he falls. He wraps his arms around me and we kiss.

We pause briefly and both look out the window at the same time. The buildings across the street are a warm red-orange from the setting sun. A bluebird has landed on the windowsill and is staring through the glass.

Logan looks back at me and softly says, “Thank you my sweet man. I can’t wait to spend the rest of our lives together. Now. Can we go out to dinner? I’m starving!”

 

 

 

*****

Twelve weeks later.

 

Today I’m due in court to finalize my divorce. The past few months have been a whirlwind of changes, challenges and new beginnings. I’m having the time of my life with Logan and together we’re learning something new about each other every day.

Money is tight, but our office is up and running and we’ve already accumulated eight clients between the two of us. We’ve decided to stay at Matt’s apartment, at least temporarily until we begin earning money from our practice and have enough to find our own bigger place.

Logan has come along today for moral support. I’m feeling a little nervous so Logan is holding my hand and reassuring me that it will all be OK. Hopefully this will be the last time I have to deal with Maria ever again.

Logan asks me, “So, do you think you’ll end up with any money at all?”

Before I can answer, however, my attorney approaches me and says it’s time for us to go in the courtroom.

“Good luck,” Logan says. I thank him and follow my attorney in.

Maria is sitting with her attorney and doesn’t look at me when I enter and sit down. The judge begins with the usual formalities and the proceedings begin with Maria’s attorney going over the settlement we’ve agreed upon. During our mediations prior to today, Maria and her attorney argued that my infidelity was grounds for an at-fault divorce and used her private investigator’s evidence to prove it.

Her lawyer begins, “The following are the separate assets and debts of Husband, to be confirmed to him as his separate property.” He then proceeds to list off of my personal items including clothing, jewelry and my automobile. He continues, “Maria Patterson will be awarded a two bedroom condominium at 240 West End Avenue, Apartment 253, with a current value at $1.3 million.”

Then he continues with spousal support. “As agreed to between parties, Husband shall pay to wife the sum of $10,000.00 per month in spousal support, due and payable on the first of each month.”

Just then, the courtroom door opens and a man approaches my attorney. He whispers in his ear and hands him an envelope.

The judge protests, “Sir, we are in the middle of a court proceeding here. What is your business here?”

That’s when my attorney stands up and says, “Your honor, it’s been brought to light that we’ve just attained evidence that will show that Maria Patterson has been unfaithful to the plaintiff.”

“Objection, your honor!” Maria’s attorney protests. “We weren’t ever presented with this evidence. In all due respect your honor, I ask that you dismiss this evidence.”

Judge Connors pauses and puts his hand to his chin before saying, “I’d be very curious to see this last minute evidence. I’ll allow it.”

What no one knows but myself is that I also hired a private attorney to spy on Maria.

My attorney hands the envelope to the judge whereby he removes the contents which contains a DVD. He announces, “Can I get the Clerk to arrange the viewing of this video please?” My attorney looks at me in disbelief and silently mouths the words ‘good work Andrew.’

Maria’s attorney stands up once again. “Objection your honor.”

And finally Maria turns her head staring daggers at us. But the judge will have none of it. “Please sit down Mr. Newman, I’ve made my ruling.”

The disc is placed in the machine and the video begins. It shows Maria and… Wait!

Who the hell is…? It’s a slightly grainy video of Maria and another man on a couch engaging in sex.

They’re in my (former) apartment!!!

 “Alright, I’ve seen enough,” The judge says. “In light of this new evidence, here’s what’s going to happen.” He clears his throat and begins with his final judgment.

But Maria’s attorney stands up. “Your honor, that video is dated January 10, well after Mr. Patterson moved out of the couple’s apartment. I ask your honor to dismiss this video.”

The judge then orders the video to be played again. The date does indeed say January 10 at the bottom.

The judge looks at my attorney and says, “They do have a point. In light of this, my ruling is…” Maria and her attorney suddenly have smug grins on their faces.

“But wait!!” My attorney says, “Your honor, if you’ll please keep the video going, I’m sure you’ll find something that might change your mind.”

What the judge nor Maria and her attorney know is there is another recording, before I moved out of the apartment.

Reluctantly, the judge asserts, “Alright then, let’s see what’s there.” The Clerk speeds up the video until it stops on what looks like a hotel room. In the video is Wyatt Young sitting on the edge of the bed with his pants down and. He’s getting a blowjob. Suddenly the woman looks up. It’s Maria. The video is dated, October 23, 2018.

The judge continues, ‘Alright, alright.” Maria’s attorney objects again. But the judge will not be swayed.

“In light of this new evidence, here’s what’s going to happen. My final ruling is: Wife shall be awarded and assigned, as her share of the community property, the following assets and liabilities: 1. One half of the proceeds from the sale of the family home at 240 West End Avenue, Apt. 253, with a current market value of $1.3 million: 2. One half of all community furniture and furnishings located inside the family residence known as 240 West End Avenue, Apt. 253. 3: Bank account in Maria Patterson’s name totaling $45.372.30.”

He pauses, then adds, “The bank account of Andrew Patterson, totaling $939.269.02 shall be awarded to Mr. Peterson only.”

 Her attorney stands up, but the judge holds out his hand. He shuffles around some papers and continues, “And finally in regards to spousal support.”

But he stops for a moment and looks at me. “Mr. Patterson, why on earth would you agree to this ridiculous sum of $10,000 per month when you’ve been fired from your job and have taken such a drastic cut in salary?”

I’m not sure if he wants me to answer the question or not. The truth of the matter is I found out about the latest sexual encounter with the unidentified man during our first mediation. That was back near the beginning of the year, after our separation agreement had been drafted and I knew it wouldn’t be enough evidence to sway the judge in my favor. That is why I agreed to the large sum.

It wasn’t until the investigator did a little more digging that he was able to attain a copy of the hotel surveillance fairly recently. By then it was almost time for our final divorce to go through and I knew the original amount that I agreed to would most likely be reduced, given the new evidence.

The judge shakes his head and continues, “Well, here’s what’s going to happen Mrs. Patterson. My ruling is as follows: Husband shall pay to the wife, the sum of $2,000 per…”

 Maria’s attorney stands up and protests, “Your honor, there’s no way my client…” Judge Connors cuts him off though. “Mr. Newman sit down! Don’t let me have to tell you that again.”

He continues, “In the amount of $2,000 per month in spousal support due and payable on the first of each month.” He then directs his attention to Maria. “And you Mrs. Patterson, you’re lucky you are getting that much in light of this new evidence. I’d suggest to you to do a moral inventory of yourself and behavior, before accusing someone else of the same thing your own self partook in. Had you gone for a no-fault divorce in the first place, you would have gotten half of everything and would be in far better shape than you are today. Instead your greed took over and this is what you’re left with,” He pounds the gavel. “Court adjourned!”

I stand up and hug my attorney.

Logan is patiently waiting in the hall and stands up when he sees me. I’m grinning from ear to ear which causes his face to light up. “So?” He says.

“Well, let’s just say we’re not going to be as poor as I once thought.”

It’s not that I would have been unhappy if things had gone the other way. The main thing is that I’m now a free man and justice was served. And this also means that Logan and I will be able to eventually get our own place. We won’t be rich by any stretch of the imagination, but at least we will be starting our relationship with some money vs. none.

“Let’s celebrate! I’ll take you out! My treat,” Logan says as he hugs me.

I stop and think for a moment, before telling Logan, “I have an even better idea. Why don’t we order in and celebrate at home. Just you and I.” This causes Logan to look even happier.

He says, “I like the way you think Mr. Patterson. Are you going to have your way with me?”

Hearing Logan say this makes me instantaneously horny for him. “Let’s get out of here,” I say and we hop into a taxi and tell the driver. “Step on it.”

Once home, Logan spends a few moments preparing for our evening by closing the shades, lighting candles and opening a bottle of wine. I want to get my hands on Logan as fast as possible and let him know that.

“Calm down tiger, we have all night for that,” He says.

But I cannot wait any longer, so I come up from behind Logan as he’s pouring the wine and lift up his shirt and begin to caress his pectoral muscles. Touching Logan’s soft skin and hard chest muscles makes me instantly hard and ready to ravage him.

But tonight I have something else on my mind when I whisper into his ear, “I want you to fuck me tonight, sexy man.” As I say this, I reach down and grab a hold of Logan’s now swollen cock.

Logan says, “You don’t have to twist my arm. Let’s do it.”

He places the bottle down and takes my hand and I follow him into the bedroom. We start by standing next to the bed and begin to softly kiss each other on the lips. I love to run my fingers through Logan’s soft curls as we do this while he likes to grab onto my ass.

Slowly I lift off Logan’s T-shirt and he begins to unbutton my shirt. After he removes my tank top, we begin to kiss again, but this time more passionately. I’m eager to have Logan inside me, especially since we’re disease free and no longer have to bother with condoms.

Now that our shirts are off, I begin to fondle Logan’s chest, then make my way down to unbuckle his jeans. I slowly and deliberately remove them all the while staring at his bulge that is begging to be released. Once I pull down his briefs, his cock springs up and hits me in the face.

I quickly remove the rest of my clothing and get down on my knees to worship my lover’s cock. I want to lick, kiss and suck it so it is nice and firm before he begins to plow me with it. But tonight isn’t one of those nights where we ravage each other in a frenzy. Tonight is slow and methodical. The ravaging part will come soon enough, but I want to savor every moment before that happens.

Logan takes a hold of his penis while I’m licking it and slaps me across the face with it several times. Nothing too hard, but just enough to make me crave it more than I already do. He then grabs it by the base before taking one of his hands and placing it behind my head to guide me down, until my throat is encased around it.

The hardness, yet soft and pliable head of his cock feels incredible in my mouth and throat and that causes me to begin stroking my own dick. Logan then lets go of my head and kneels down to play with my cock. I take both of my hands and run it through Logan’s curls while he tries to swallow all of me.

Logan looks up at me and says, “Put your huge cock into my mouth.” Then he grabs a hold of my legs while I take the base of my dick and this time I slap his tongue that is sticking out. I ask him, “How bad do you want it? Tell me you want it.”

He replies, “Give me that big dick. Give me all of it.”

He begins to go down on me and does a good job, but I don’t think he’s capable of taking the entire length of me yet. But he comes close enough and begins to bob his head up and down while grabbing onto my balls and squeezing. This sends shivers throughout my body and it intensifies when he begins pulling even harder on my sack. He’s now wrapped his entire hand around my balls and squeezes all the while continuing his licking and sucking.

Finally he stands up and pushes me backward onto the bed and throws my legs over his shoulders. Logan is now taking charge over me and I’m loving every second of it. He now has a bottle of lube in one hand and begins dripping it onto his cock.

I tell him, “Give it to me Logan. I want every last inch of you inside of me and I want all of your cum in me too.” Logan begins to make circles with the head of his dick around my hole. This tickles me and the anticipation of him pounding me is too much.

“Give me it. Fuck me Logan.” That’s when he begins to slowly enter. He enters deeper, and even deeper until the entire length of his dick has filled me up. I let out a loud sigh and tell him, “Fuck me hard. Don’t hold back.”

Logan then begins to pick up the pace, sliding the entire length in and then out. I listen to Logan’s soft moans as he begins to plow me and his voice is sending me into a frenzy. I begin to release loud groans as Logan picks up the pace and slams me in and out, hitting my prostate.

He’s holding onto my legs up in the air while thrusting in and out. I think about Logan’s ass and how it must look as he’s pounding me. How the soft muscular curves are contracting and tightening with every movement back and forth. I love Logan’s ass and love fucking it because it’s firm yet malleable, round and muscular. It drives me wild.

My cock is engorged with blood and slapping back and forth against my ab muscles. I grab a hold of it and begin stroking and this immediately sends me to another level. My soft groans are now erupting into louder upon louder cries as I cannot contain the level of pleasure I’m feeling with Logan inside of me.

I take my other hand that I’m not using and let it travel over Logan’s pec muscles that are now pumped up and bulging out. I begin to squeeze his nipples and this causes Logan to demand for me to squeeze harder. I’m happy to oblige, so I pinch them as hard as I can and that’s when Logan cries out, “I’m going to cum!”

Now thrusting at a lightening pace and still looking down at me he says, “Oh FUCK!” and begins to cum inside of me. I’m at the height of my own intensity and also begin to erupt in a spasm of cum that comes bursting out in sharp, quick streams. As I’m cumming, I can feel my insides become warm from Logan’s semen. Having Logan inside of me is the ultimate show of love between us and something that makes me feel closer to him… if that’s even possible.

Logan looks at me wide eyed and astonished, before falling on me. “Oh my God!” He says. “What the fuck!” Then he laughs.

That’s when I wrap my arms around him tightly and can feel our hearts pounding against each other. I tell him, “You’re quite a stud.”

That’s when he lifts his head up and looks me in the eyes. “Was that insane or…?”

I agree and say, “Yep that was pretty fucking amazing.”

Logan chuckles again and replies, “You should get divorced more often.”

I laugh heartily at that, although that will never happen now that I’m with Logan. We are a team… we are now one.

My love for Logan knows no bounds and will never wane, not even after we’re gone. We will always be together here on earth as well as the afterlife. True love does happen and when you’re lucky enough to find it, don’t ever let it go.