The Lawyer and His Assistant

Chapter Twenty: Feelings Out Loud

Frankenmuth, Michigan to New York City, New York
Fall, Beginning of October

It was October and in a few short weeks, Kylie was going to be due with baby girl and I was so excited because she wanted both Danny and I in the delivery room with her and I felt so honored. Kylie and Danny came by the house the other day and asked me if I would and I told them that the only way that I wouldn't be there was if someone shot me dead. Anyways, I was heading to New York with Jake because he needed me to go with him and help him with a big case. He also said that he was going to take me out to dinner and treat me to everything that I want since I was doing this for him instead of staying back and helping Jita. Jita said that she would call me in case she needed anything and that's why I made sure I brought my wedding notepad with me to be safe. I had just finished packing and Jake said that he was going to pick me up and we would have Taylor drive us to the airport. I was tired and ready to get to the hotel that I was promised and take the biggest nap of my life and as I made myself a cup of coffee, I got a text from Jake saying that he was on the way. Anyways, I made sure that I wrote notes for Ronnie for when she woke up, she knew that I was leaving for however long I needed to be out of town, but I knew that she would be all wonky since we usually have a routine some what in our house hold. I got another text saying that Jake was here and I grabbed my suitcases and my coffee and I walked out of the house and it was some was freezing out and Jake smiled as he looked at me.

"Fuck you and fuck off, I am not awake yet. Morning Taylor I've missed you." I said as I looked at Taylor who was helping put my bags in the trunk of the car and I hugged him and he hugged me back and helped me into the backseat of the car.

"Thank you Taylor, to the airport please." Jake said after he got in the car next to me and closed the door and I sipped on my coffee and I smiled as I looked at Jake and he rolled his eyes and I chuckled and he threw my legs over his lap.

A while later, we arrived at the airport and he helped me with my bags and I thanked him and I put my sunglasses on as we walked through the airport to get to the private jet. We got on the private jet and I got all comfortable on the couch that was on the plan and soon we were taking off and I just decided to relax.

"Alright Ophelia, when we land I need to get to the New York office and we can work on the case before we go to court tomorrow." Jake said as he looked at me and I leaned up on my elbows and I looked over at him and I looked at the time on my phone and I gave him a death glare.

"Jacob Thomas Kiszka, I will kill you if you think I am doing anything right now. Let me sleep for a few minutes. I have been up way too early." I said as I looked at him and he actually looked scared and he put his hands up in defense and he sat there looking cute in his suit, yes suit, that he was wearing.

"Okay, well go back to the bedroom if you're gonna sleep I have a case that I need to work on. So go." Jake said and I was in the mood to fuck with his mind, I leaned up on my elbows again and I shook my head as I looked at him and I placed my sunglasses on top of my head.

"Jake, make me." I said as I challenged him and he shifted in his seat and he stared at me and I looked at him and I smiled as I looked at him and I placed my sunglasses over my face and I rested my head and all of a sudden I was being dragged into the bedroom of the plane and I was thrown onto the bed.

"Make me. Make me. You chose this, Ophelia." Jake said as he looked at me and I swear I could see his eyes grow darker and I felt excited and he ripped my pants off my legs and he crawled between my legs and I felt myself getting wetter by the minute.

"No, you chose this Mr. Kiszka." I called him and he hovered over me and I laid on my back and he threw my sunglasses somewhere in the bedroom and he moved his hand down so that it was pressing against the fabric of my underwear.