so bad yourself.” He chuckles, reaching for the soap and a washcloth. He washes every inch of her body before cleaning himself. Helping her out of the shower, he dries her off before carrying her back to their bed.
“Why don’t you rest a bit? I have a surprise for you tonight. If you didn’t bring tennis shoes, go out and get a good pair, take my card. I need to go back to the office and handle the rest of this case.” He leans in and kisses her forehead. He chuckles again as she nods, turning over and falling right back to sleep. Dressing, he replays everything in his head. He has never once wanted to be in so much control with a woman, but something about Kimberly makes him want to beat his chest like a fucking caveman and hide her away from the world. He shakes his head, trying to clear the thought, putting his tie back on, grabbing his suitcase and leaving the woman who makes him crazy, naked in the bed that he wants so badly to climb back into.
“What do you mean? No, we are not settling for two million.” Emerson slams his folder on the desk, staring at Bevan.
“That’s the only way to win this.”
“No, it’s not. She’s playing the fucking victim. She’s the one that cheated and shouldn’t get a fucking cent. One million is more than enough.” Emerson snarls, looking at the fat, balding, grotesque man in front of him.
“Are you insinuating my client is lying?”
“Hell yes! Unless you want to settle this in mediation for one million, I will keep the secret to myself. If not, I have evidence in court. She can take the one mil, or she can lose it all.” He growls out while he stares into Bevan’s eyes.
“Well Emerson…” The man stands from his desk, sticking his hand out. “We shall see you in court.”
“Suite yourself.” He shakes the attorney’s hand, packing up his briefcase. He makes his way to the elevator out of the dingy office of Taylor Family Law. That woman really should have sought out a better attorney if she planned to win. As he makes his way out of the building, his phone lights up. He looks at the screen, hoping it’s the woman who has invaded his every thought. He is glad no one is around to see the disappointment he knows his features show, realizing it’s his partner.
“Stanley.”
“Bad news, brother.” Emerson gets in his car before he can carry on the conversation. Seems like bad news all the way around today.
“What would that be?”
“The man suing Kimberly…he wants a half million for the damages and not having his store open because of the hole her car caused.” Jonathon lets out a loud breath, because he knows their fucked.
“Or?”
“He wants her in jail for two years. He will take everything she owns and still put her in jail.”
“Fuck me. What can we do?”
“Fight it.”
“Do it, and don’t mention anything to her.” He clips out before hanging up the phone. His hands grip the steering wheel tight enough to lose the circulation to his fingers, but he doesn’t loosen them. He pulls into a parking spot at the hotel in record speed. He climbs out of the car and makes his way to the woman who is risking everything to protect herself. His chest aches with the fear that he may not be able to protect her like she expects him to.
Jonathon sits at the desk in his office looking over the four cases he has in front of him. One being Kimberly’s file. He runs a hand over the back of his neck, thinking of what they can possibly do to help her out of this. The damages she caused were in no way, shape or form as expensive as that man was saying, but how could they really prove that. Her pussy was good, but was it worth half a million to pay off her debt? No.
“Mr. Phillips.”
Jonathon’s head whips up to see Nicole standing in the office. “You’re a far distance from your desk, Nicole.”
“Yes sir. I knew Emerson was out
“Why don’t you rest a bit? I have a surprise for you tonight. If you didn’t bring tennis shoes, go out and get a good pair, take my card. I need to go back to the office and handle the rest of this case.” He leans in and kisses her forehead. He chuckles again as she nods, turning over and falling right back to sleep. Dressing, he replays everything in his head. He has never once wanted to be in so much control with a woman, but something about Kimberly makes him want to beat his chest like a fucking caveman and hide her away from the world. He shakes his head, trying to clear the thought, putting his tie back on, grabbing his suitcase and leaving the woman who makes him crazy, naked in the bed that he wants so badly to climb back into.
“What do you mean? No, we are not settling for two million.” Emerson slams his folder on the desk, staring at Bevan.
“That’s the only way to win this.”
“No, it’s not. She’s playing the fucking victim. She’s the one that cheated and shouldn’t get a fucking cent. One million is more than enough.” Emerson snarls, looking at the fat, balding, grotesque man in front of him.
“Are you insinuating my client is lying?”
“Hell yes! Unless you want to settle this in mediation for one million, I will keep the secret to myself. If not, I have evidence in court. She can take the one mil, or she can lose it all.” He growls out while he stares into Bevan’s eyes.
“Well Emerson…” The man stands from his desk, sticking his hand out. “We shall see you in court.”
“Suite yourself.” He shakes the attorney’s hand, packing up his briefcase. He makes his way to the elevator out of the dingy office of Taylor Family Law. That woman really should have sought out a better attorney if she planned to win. As he makes his way out of the building, his phone lights up. He looks at the screen, hoping it’s the woman who has invaded his every thought. He is glad no one is around to see the disappointment he knows his features show, realizing it’s his partner.
“Stanley.”
“Bad news, brother.” Emerson gets in his car before he can carry on the conversation. Seems like bad news all the way around today.
“What would that be?”
“The man suing Kimberly…he wants a half million for the damages and not having his store open because of the hole her car caused.” Jonathon lets out a loud breath, because he knows their fucked.
“Or?”
“He wants her in jail for two years. He will take everything she owns and still put her in jail.”
“Fuck me. What can we do?”
“Fight it.”
“Do it, and don’t mention anything to her.” He clips out before hanging up the phone. His hands grip the steering wheel tight enough to lose the circulation to his fingers, but he doesn’t loosen them. He pulls into a parking spot at the hotel in record speed. He climbs out of the car and makes his way to the woman who is risking everything to protect herself. His chest aches with the fear that he may not be able to protect her like she expects him to.
Jonathon sits at the desk in his office looking over the four cases he has in front of him. One being Kimberly’s file. He runs a hand over the back of his neck, thinking of what they can possibly do to help her out of this. The damages she caused were in no way, shape or form as expensive as that man was saying, but how could they really prove that. Her pussy was good, but was it worth half a million to pay off her debt? No.
“Mr. Phillips.”
Jonathon’s head whips up to see Nicole standing in the office. “You’re a far distance from your desk, Nicole.”
“Yes sir. I knew Emerson was out
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