Free Hot Girlz: Hot Boyz Sequel by Marissa Monteilh

handed him file after
file, keeping the cases moving along.
    Sequoia was in the seat right next to
her husband. She wore just enough sexy as though it were her intention to mess
with Torino’s ex. More than a few times, she had looked over at the plaintiff,
Colette Berry, from the other side of the room, taking in the rare view of the
woman who had caused so much trouble.
    The older male judge said, “Case number
2164C2010. Berry versus Wilson. Are all parties in the courtroom today?” The
brass nameplate before him read, THE HONORABLE JUDGE STEVEN GARRETT.
    “Yes, Your Honor. I’m attorney Royal
Phillips representing Torino Jesse Wilson.” The attorney and Torino stood.
    “Yes, Sir. My name is Colette Berry.”
Colette was unrepresented. She stood as well, all two hundred plus pounds of
her. And a prematurely graying Kyle Brewer, Sr. was right by her side. His eyes
were as hazel as ever.
    As Colette stood tall, Sequoia gave a
quick sigh of relief. It was almost as though the fact that Colette no longer
looked like the quintessential model brought Sequoia pleasure. She wondered how
Mercedes could have possibly put Colette to work nowadays anyway. She just
couldn’t stop staring, no matter how hard she tried.
    “You may come up to the respective
microphones before me,” the judge announced.
    Torino and his attorney approached and
stood side-by-side.

The way six foot-tall Colette began to
walk, you would have thought it was one of Mercedes’s fashion shows because
even though she was thicker than a Snicker, she wore a tight crème colored
pantsuit and worked it like she was back on the runway in 2004, wearing high,
spectator pumps, excusing herself all ladylike as she stepped past each person
seated in her row, approaching the microphone like she was about to do a fancy
Tyra Banks spin move, flinging her golden, flat ironed hair from side-to-side.
She held on to a file folder and a white leather satchel. Her caramel eyes
matched her skin. She managed a quick look back at Sequoia.
    Sequoia still stared whether Colette
looked or not. She imagined her husband having had sex with Colette. And
knowing that she herself was not the only one in the room who did made her
stomach ache.
    Torino only looked straight ahead.
    The judge said, “Attorney Phillips.
Your client has been named in a child support case. The petitioner, Ms. Berry,
has asked for assistance from the court in establishing paternity.” He wrote as
he spoke. “We will grant Ms. Berry’s request as part of the requirement that
paternity be determined prior to moving on to the custody phase of this case.”
    Colette spoke up as though she was
asked to. Her voice was high-pitched and she spoke fast. “Your Honor, I’ve also
asked that my only child, my son, Kyle Jr.’s, name be changed.”
    The judge looked at her with a stern
face. “Ms. Berry, I understand that you do not have the benefit of a lawyer,
although I do suggest that you obtain one. I won’t assume that affordability is
an issue for you, but there are pro-bono attorneys whom you can seek out
and retain.
    “Now, here’s how it works in this
courtroom. You will not speak unless a question has been asked of you, or
unless I inquire as to whether or not you have anything you’d like to add, is
that clear Ms. Berry?”
    “Yes, Sir.” She looked down at her
file folder, covered her mouth and gave a short cough. She sorted through
papers using her fingertips, with her long, pink-and-white French nails.
    The judge continued, “We will not jump
the gun and move ahead to consider anything, including last name, custody, or
support until we establish paternity as required by law.” He looked at Torino.
“Mr. Wilson, for the record, you are denying paternity of Kyle Chad Brewer, Jr.
Is that correct?”
    Torino replied. “Yes, Your Honor.”
    “I am therefore ordering you to a
laboratory, to be chosen by you from a list we will provide, to obtain testing
through a DNA buccal swab within the next