Paul Heyman was a saint. After learning that Juliana was indeed right about the blood not being mentioned in the first report, Paul had shown what he could do. He had been ruthless and vicious inside the courtroom, but to Braun he was a god damn saint. When the jury spoke the golden words "not guilty", and the judge told Juliana she was free to go, that was the only word that came to Braun. A saint.

"Juliana," Paul shook Juliana's hand. "A pleasure, miss."
"Thank you," Juliana said.
"No, thank you. You caught what everyone else had missed. You got yourself out. I just helped," Paul said.
"It means the world," Juliana said.
"Do you have somewhere to go?" Paul asked.
"I'm taking her home with me," Braun interfered.

Paul gave Braun a look. Braun quickly continued to try and still look professional.

"She can sleep in my guest room until she gets back on her feet, lands a job and finds somewhere to live," Braun said.
"That sounds good," Paul said.

Braun wasn't sure if Paul believed him or not. It didn't matter. What mattered was that Juliana was a free woman, and for the first time ever she and Braun could be in the same room without shackles and prison officers being in between them.

"Is there anywhere you would like to go first? Maybe get some food or coffee from a place you never thought you'd see again?" He asked.
"No, I just wanna go home and relax. It's been a long journey," she said.
"Indeed it has," he said.

It had been over a year. He understood how that would have worn her out.

"Just go through a drive through somewhere and get me a cheeseburger and a coke, and I'll be one happy woman," she said.

He took her to his car, found a burger joint with a drive through, and drove her to his house. She stepped inside and took off her shoes. He took her to the kitchen where they ate in silence. After that she got up and slowly walked from room to room while taking it all in.

"Should I call a hairdresser?" He asked.
"You don't like my dreadlocks?" She smirked.
"I just thought you might wanna go back to how you used to look," he said.

He had seen pictures from when she was arrested. Her hair had been straight and long. He would like to see that in real life.

"I know what you meant," she said.

She opened another door and stared into his spare room.

"So that's the famous desk," she chuckled.

He had made sure there was nothing left on the desk before he went to court that morning. He couldn't be sure she would go home with him but he had been hoping. She walked over to the desk and rested her ass on it.

"I'd love for you to slam me down on it and eat me out until I scream."

Her words ran through his mind. He strode up to her, picked her up and slammed her back first down on the desk. She laughed as he grabbed her pants and panties and pulled them off her. She had asked for it, and he was gonna deliver.

He grabbed her thighs and yanked her ass to the edge. He went down on his knees and placed her legs over his shoulders. He dove in with his tongue as if he was a tornado trying to rip her apart. His fingers soon joined in, moving in and out of her at a steady pace. She writhed around on the desk, her nails clawing on the wood, and then she finally screamed out in tones he had dreamed about hearing for so long.

Her body stopped shaking but he kept going. She tried sitting up but he used his free hand to push her right back down. Over a year had passed without her having any sexual contact. He was gonna show her the time of her life.

It took longer the second time around but her screams sounded just as beautiful as the first time when he pushed her over the edge again. He finally released her from his sweet assault. He stood back up and grinned at her. She pushed herself up to sit and gave him one of those smiles he had gotten used to.

He started opening his pants but to his surprise she jumped off the table and put her clothes back on. He watched without a word as she got back into her panties and pants. She looked at him again and gave him another one of those smiles. Suddenly it didn't seem as sweet to him as it usually did. Something felt off.

"Thank you," she said.
"But I thought..." He mumbled.
"I know what you thought. You thought we were gonna have sex," she said.

She didn't wait for him to answer that. She walked out of the room. He followed behind silently. She went back to where she had left her shoes. She got back in them, opened the front door and stepped outside. He still followed. The sun was shining bright, the neighbors were outside, but his heart suddenly felt cold.

"What are you doing?" He asked.
"Leaving," she grinned. "Thank you for getting me out and giving me some much needed attention. I appreciate it."
"I don't understand," he said.

She took a step closer and smirked at him. Her smirk seemed cruel and calculated. She reached behind him and took his wallet from his back pocket. He watched as she opened it and took the 100 dollar bill he had. For some reason he didn't protest. He just accepted his empty wallet when she handed it back to him. His 100 dollar bill disappeared down in her pocket.

"The blood was planted but for good reason. They knew I did it but they couldn't prove it. They bent the law to get me. That's not okay," she said.

His heart stopped beating for a second. He could read between the lines. She might not directly say that she did it but she sure as hell wasn't denying it either.

"I don't believe it," he said. "So you... You..."
"I love the double jeopardy law," she chuckled lowly. "They can't ever put me back in there. May those Uso boys rest in peace."
"I will not stand for this!" He growled.

Her smirk didn't drop. If anything, it seemed even more cruel and calculated to look at.

"Take a look around you," she said warningly. "If you put your hands on me right now, all I have to do is scream. Look at all your neighbors. All they'll see is a big man putting his hands on a small woman. And I'll press charges, Braun. You should know by now I can play one hell of a victim. I got your saliva in my pussy. I'll say you tried to rape me and I managed to escape. The neighbors will fill in the blanks about you grabbing me, and that it looked like you were trying to pull me back inside. Imagine the headlines. Guy helps innocent woman get out of jail and tries to demand sex in return. It'll be one hell of a story."

She gave him one of her classic smiles. It was still there, everything he had thought she had shown him for so long. Innocence, hope, love. Now he knew it had all been an act. He had jumped in head first and never once come up for air. He had believed everything about her because he had been a fool falling in love.

"If it's any consolation, you got one hell of a tongue on you," she winked. "You're gonna make a lot of women happy with that thing."

It wasn't any consolation and she knew it. He didn't say anything. He just kept staring at her for a few seconds. She turned around and took a couple of steps.

"Where are you gonna go?" He asked.
"Away," she answered. "You don't need to worry your head about that."

He kept standing there as he watched her walk away. Down his driveway and down the street until he couldn't see her anymore. He was not gonna go after her or search for her in any way. He knew it would be best to keep quiet and not tell anyone about this. To the world it looked like they got an innocent person out of jail. He was never gonna tell anyone otherwise.