"We can't... you're my client."
He chuckled, "so? There's no law against fucking my lawyer." He cupped my chin forcing me to look at him. "Stop making excuses and let me fuck you."
Maia Carter has everything she ever dreamed of. At just 25, she's a...
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The cold bit at my exposed fingers as I fumbled with the keys in my hand, finally singling out my front door key. Each gust of wind made me curse. With a desperate twist, the lock clicked, and the door swung open. I rushed inside, closing and locking the door behind me. The warmth of my home made me instantly relax as I slipped off my high heels. I went out for drinks with Nia, and it was fun. I didn't want to, but she talked me into going. I was happy it was Friday because I would spend my weekend relaxing and snuggling up with a cup of hot chocolate. The snow was supposed to pick up, and I was excited to watch it from my window.
It did get lonely sometimes, but I didn't mind. I wasn't always by myself. There was Ivan Baker. A man whose name now tasted like poison in my mouth. Nineteen, naive, and full of dreams, I'd met him in the hallowed halls of law school. He was charming, successful, a lawyer like myself, and radiating confidence that pulled me in. We were together for two years, and then, one day, everything changed. I came home, and there he was, the man I thought I knew better than myself, tangled in the sheets with her—his assistant—in the very sheets we'd shared. I didn't scream, didn't cry. I simply packed. Two suitcases and a heart splintered into a million pieces later, I was gone. I was lucky to have Nia; she let me live with her for two months until I had enough for a down payment to buy my home.
When I first got this house, I was in debt. But I finally started to get more cases, and I won them. I saved all of my money and made sure that I paid my debts. It was hard work, but it was all worth it. Now, I fear living with a man because of that situation. I've been single for the past three years; I haven't been with anyone. I have dates from time to time, but the men are worthless. I rolled my eyes, thinking about it. I switched off the light and made my way upstairs. I had work to do, but I would get to it in the morning. All I wanted to do was relax and drift off to sleep.
