Consilium (Lawyer Kylo Ren x Reader)

Chapter 4

Your POV:

You didn't have time to waste on thinking about Kylo Ren, you only had a month to figure out where you were going to live. Without a roof over your head, your quest for justice would certainly take a backseat and the odds of you going back to Orson with your tail tucked between your legs increased.

To find a place to live, you needed a job. Every day as Orson went to work you left in search of work, chasing leads that had been provided to you from Maz via Ren. You didn't want to prod an already angry Orson so you continued to leave your phone at home, taking the one you'd bought so he couldn't track your whereabouts. No need to add fuel to the already raging fire.

He'd already upped his daily berating and verbal abuse, taking advantage of you more than ever when it came to chores around the house and making you his personal servant. You stayed quiet with your head down, dreaming of the time you could make your final exit from these walls that seemed to crumble down on you more and more everyday.

If anything, you were just glad he didn't seem to want to touch you anymore. You weren't sure you could stomach his hands on you.

Every time you went out you felt a sickness in your stomach - worry about your uncertain future, guilt for using resources that others may need, and a nagging feeling of desperation that started to itch in the back of your brain. A desperation for comfort, for freedom, for clarity - not only about your situation but about a certain someone.

It was distracting and unwelcome and you shoved thoughts of him from your mind when you felt them creep up, unbidden and always ready to attack. You thought of him in the smallest of moments, even though you didn't have a lot of memories together with him - hell, you'd barely talked apart from professionally.

Regardless, for some reason Ren lingered. Everywhere.

***

There were times, too, that the thought of Kylo Ren came to the forefront because of obvious connections. One such time was when you ran into Rey, his business associate, on your way to a job interview.

She all but bumped into you on the street in a smart gray suit and with expensive jewelry decorating her person. Rey smiled warmly when she realized it was you, as if you were old acquaintances. The woman looked like sunshine embodied, if sunshine wore 24 karat gold.

"Oh, god. Sorry- didn't look where I was going! How are you doing, Mrs. Krennic?"

"Oh-uh, no- you don't have to call me that. You can just call me by my first name... trying to shake it off, you know," you answered awkwardly, brushing your hair back and out of your face nervously you secretly thought of a quick escape route.

Rey clearly had other plans, going into a long and drawn out apology regarding what had happened a few days ago, commenting that she had also been surprised by her late night task. "I normally don't do the... bitch work," she whispered, laughing with a wink as if you were sharing an inside joke. "But Kylo insisted it had to be me and he made it seem like a big deal so I couldn't say no. Senior partner and all that."

You nodded along, pretending you understood when really you were more confused than ever. Why did it have to be Rey instead of the probably dozens of people at their disposal as they worked through cases? Why had he made a big deal of it? Wasn't a large part of their job to serve papers and start court proceedings? This should have been no more special than any other day at work for him.

Rey seemed oblivious to your inner turmoil, going on to talk about a barrage of things that seemed neither important or pertinent. You weren't trying to be rude but you really didn't know this woman and you had a job interview. Finally, after much head nodding and promises to "not be a stranger" when you visited the office next, you were freed from the clutches of an overexcited Rey.