Free The White Billionaire's Baby (BWWM Interracial Romance) by Lena Skye

breath mints and gum could only cure so much. I couldn’t wait to get out of there so that I could brush my teeth.
     
    When it was announced that the jury had reached a decision, I could feel my heart pounding in my throat, and my entire body began to shake. I sure could have used another one of those spankings. Maybe he should have taken me to the  limo to give me one while we were waiting. I giggled at the absurdity of it all. Kyle gave me a puzzled look, and I clamped my mouth shut.
    When the verdict was being read, I was having one of those experiences from the movies. Everything was background noise, and I could only read lips. There was only one word that I wanted to hear, and I was granted my wish.
     
    As they read the charges, the juror said, “Guilty.”
     
    Kyle gave my hand a huge squeeze, and I went numb. I watched as Marcus was taken into custody again. I listened to the sobs throughout the courtroom, and I couldn’t muster up a reaction. Marcus was placed back into handcuffs and escorted out of the room. It was most likely the last time that I would ever see him again. I was sure that he was going to look back at me and give me a sinister glare, but he never looked in my direction.
     

    #Chapter8
     
    There is only so much that you can do for a person in a difficult situation.
     
    You can support them to the best of your ability, but you can’t shield them from it all. Not being able to take away Camille’s stress and pain was one of the toughest feelings that I’ve ever experienced.
    Shortly after we took our seat I saw that she had a pained look on her face. She didn’t look well at all. I asked her how she was doing.
    “ Are you okay?” I asked.
    She gave a small nod of her head, but I never took my eyes off of her. She was far from okay, and she confirmed my thoughts when she rushed out of the courtroom. Our security detail quickly rushed after her, and I followed behind them. She went to the bathroom to throw up. That was when I knew just how badly all of it was affecting her. Taking her home away from it all was a huge option in my mind but if she didn’t suggest it then I wasn’t going to say anything. We needed to see the case through to the end. But I was willing to sacrifice it all if that’s what she needed from me.
     
    She walked out of the bathroom with her game face on. I saw past the façade that she put up, but I allowed her to display her strength. We returned and took our seats. We were all there for Marcus, but most of the eyes were on her. She was getting horrible stares from those seated around us, but she seemed to be oblivious to it all. She was engrossed in what was being said by the attorneys. I couldn’t help but return a few of those icy glares that were focused on her. She didn’t deserve to be under so much scrutiny. She was a woman with a heart of gold that made a few mistakes. It wasn’t her fault that we were there, it was Marcus’s fault.
    I couldn’t deny that I felt a little guilty about all of it. It was because of me that she turned him in. We could have gone to the police over the blackmail and ended it there. But I didn’t like the fact that he was trying to steal my money, and I wanted him ruined. I’ve mulled it over in my head quite a few times, and I’ve wondered if I did the right thing by putting Camille in that predicament. I’m still not entirely sure if that’s what was best for her, but we were on that path now, and it was now an issue between Marcus and the state.
    Camille did great in the beginning when she took the stand. She answered the questions that the prosecutor asked perfectly. She looked poised and confident. The jury seemed to like her, and that was a good thing. They nodded sympathetically as she talked about her past and the things that she’d done. She was winning them over, and that was easy to see. Once the defense questioned her, it boggled her a bit. She got upset at a few of the questions, but that didn’t really