"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."
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I gazed at my reflection in the mirror, struggling to recognize the woman looking back at me. My lips were swollen, and streaks of mascara ran down my cheeks. All I could think about was Nicoló—how he had bent me over his desk and the way he had spanked me. It was rough, and I enjoyed it more than I should have. I wanted to shake off the feelings, but deep down, I knew they wouldn't just disappear. The pleasure felt wrong, leaving me with a sense of dirtiness and unprofessionalism that I couldn't shake.
I felt dirty and unprofessional.
How could I possibly take myself seriously as a lawyer after sleeping with my client? One moment of weakness had shattered everything I believed in. I was at a crossroads, unsure of how to proceed. Should I continue representing him, drop the case entirely, or pretend nothing had happened? The uncertainty was overwhelming, and I feared the consequences of each choice. If I chose to walk away, my staff would undoubtedly question my decision. How could I explain that I had sex with Nicoló?
I couldn't... I wouldn't.
I gazed at my reflection in the mirror, trying to convince myself that nothing had happened. I squeezed my eyes shut, desperately clinging to that thought. Nothing happened; I was losing it. A frustrated groan escaped me as another image invaded my mind.
"Be gentle, please," I whispered as he came closer.
"Gentle isn't my thing," he growled.
How could I pretend nothing had happened when he was constantly on my mind? I took a deep breath, reminding myself to stay calm. Worrying wouldn't change the past; what was done was done, and I had to face it. I had put myself in this situation, and now it was up to me to find a way out. It was one night of pleasure, that's it. I would never allow it to happen again. Besides, Nicoló wouldn't say anything to anyone.
Work has been getting very stressful, and I needed a release. It's a part of life, and I needed to understand that. Sex wasn't a bad thing, and I needed to stop beating myself up for it. I turned on the bathwater, eager to wash away his lingering scent. The sooner I could cleanse myself of this night, the closer I would be to moving on and forgetting it ever happened.
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