Addicted 2 Moni

Hands That Heal Me

Dewayne Pov

"Son, I really need your cooperation on this. James needs that evidence you uncovered or the case will be dropped," my father says, voice flat like he wasn't asking.

"Do you hear yourself right now? 'I UNCOVERED'. It was my case to begin with, and now you want someone else to present my work? MY WORK?!" I slam my hand down on the desk, the echo vibrating through my bones. "If the case drops, and when it does, it'll be because your little 'prodigy' couldn't build a strong enough argument on his own."

"I swear, if it wasn't for your mother, I would've fired you a long time ago!" he snaps, voice climbing.

"Then do it!" I bark, standing to my feet. "Oh right, you can't. And it's not because of Mom—it's because I'm the best lawyer you've got, whether you want to admit it or not. Despite how you view me as a man, despite my past, I've made this place shine. How many personal requests do you get for me, huh? HUH?! Maybe I should just walk and start my own damn firm. You already know I got the money for it."

I storm out before I can say anything else I'll regret. I cut the corner hard, making a beeline for the restroom.

"Mr. Ross?" Harmony's soft voice calls after me.

"Please—not right now," I mutter without looking back, pushing through the bathroom door.

"Fuck, man!" I shout, slamming my fist into the mirror. The glass splits and cracks instantly, a sharp sting dancing across my knuckles.

I'm seething. My hands clench at my sides, my chest rising and falling like I've just run a marathon. No matter what I do, it's never enough for him. The man won't even show up for my court dates unless it's to criticize something after. And now this—my biggest case—he wants to hand off like it's nothing. Like I'm nothing.

I kick open one of the stalls, the metal door bouncing against the wall with a loud clang. I lean on the sink, staring at the fractured reflection in front of me. My chest heaves as I close my eyes and force myself to breathe.

Don't let this ruin your day, Wayne.

But damn, it's only 9:30 a.m.

I walk out of the restroom, jaw clenched tight. I don't even look toward Harmony's desk—I can feel her eyes on me though. I walk straight into my office, drop into my chair, and put my head in my hands.

"Mr. Ross?" Harmony's voice is softer now, cautious.

"Now's not a good time," I murmur, pressing the heels of my hands into my forehead.

"Baby... what happened to your hand?" she gasps, followed by the soft click of my office door shutting.

I look down. My right hand is smeared in blood, a small shard of glass protruding between my second and third knuckle. The adrenaline that had numbed it starts to wear off just as she reaches me.

"Damn," I mutter, cupping my wrist.

Without missing a beat, Harmony kneels in front of my desk and pulls open the bottom drawer. She retrieves a first aid kit—when the hell did that get there? She sits on the edge of my desk, lifts her skirt just enough, and lays my arm on her bare thigh. The warmth of her skin against mine settles something wild in my chest.

She takes a tissue and places it at my cuff, catching the blood before it stains my shirt. Then she grabs a pair of tweezers, and without saying a word, she shoots me a warning look.

"Wh—"

She leans in and bites my bottom lip hard. I groan into the kiss, feeling the sting and the heat all at once. Just as I start to lean into it, it's over.

"Damn girl," I murmur, licking my lip and touching where she bit me. "You got a mean streak."

"Did it hurt?" she giggles.

"Hell yeah. Damn near took it off."

"Good. I had to reflect the pain somewhere else to distract you while I pulled it out," she says, holding up the shard of glass between the tweezers.

"Baby, you didn't need to do that. I've been shot, stabbed, jumped. You name it," I chuckle.

"Then I guess you don't mind me doing this little tiny itty bitty one then," she smirks, sliding the tweezers into the wound again.

"Ouch! Girl, what the hell?" I flinch.

"Big ass baby," she teases, pulling my arm back and finishing her patchwork. I watch her, that serious look on her face, the focus. It's turning me on more than it should.

"You wanna talk about what happened?" she asks softly.

"Later, I promise," I say. "But I need you to put in a work order for the men's restroom."

11:05 AM

"I got a case request for you," Harmony says, walking into my office like she owns the place.

"What you got for me, baby?" I set my pen down and look her up and down.

She takes a seat in the chair across from my desk. Her legs cross elegantly. "Grand theft. Martinez Car Sales vs. Williams."

"Who am I defending this time?" I lean back, intrigued.

"Mr. Williams. Supposedly, he was returning the car to the dealership when he was pulled over and arrested," she says, sliding the case file across the desk to me.

"You read it already?" I raise my brow, impressed.

She nods confidently.

"You think he's guilty?" I flip open the file and catch the mugshot.

"I think there's more to the story. I think he's scared. But there's not enough evidence to convict him."

"Hmm," I smirk, eyes trailing over her curves. "I'll look into it."

"Okay, Mr. Ross," she says, heading to the door.

"Good work, baby," I call after her, licking my lips.

She turns back around, cheeks blushing.

"Thank you, Daddy," she winks before walking out.

Short chapter yes I know. The next chapter will be intense!!