Keshay other known as "Keisha" is one of the best lawyers in New York City. Her entire life she's lived a fast pace life, fighting to be the best and never allowing herself to be put 2nd.
What happens when she meets Senator Jaziel Mithen, a black hi...
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More and more months passed and with time I'd turned more cruel. I found myself taking on more and more serious cases like I used to. My name started to rise the more I learned to let things go. Or at least be numb to it.
I'd hear about Jaziel everywhere I went.
And I made sure he'd hear of me.
"You fucking bitch! You'll pay for this!" His screams could be heard throughout the courtroom as she reaches over gripping my suit so hard part of the fabric tears. Unfazed by it I yank away allowing him to rip my sleeve just as the police begins to grab him. "I didn't pay you to land me with twelve years."
"You were going to pay me regardless. And as far as I see it twelve years compared to the twenty you could've got sounds pretty good. I'll expect my payment to be deposited by this afternoon." I reply back slyly as I grab my briefcase. As I walk away his screams didn't stop at all.
I shake my head after year I've gotten used to this. My time spent with Jaziel I'd gotten higher cliental, and no matter what years they were given they were just happy to have my help and a few off their sentence. But with my name being ran through the gutter I'm back at square one which consists of ungrateful clients who are never happy unless they're given no jail time which is hardly ever an option. As I walk out of the court building I step my way down the steps and the door to an all black security detailed car opens for me and I step inside seeing Eliza sitting right across from the seat I'd be sitting in. I slide inside giving him a small smile seeing the way he licks his pink plump lips and runs a hand over his now low cut dark brown hair. His muscles showing evidently in his black t-shirt and his tattoos on display. I playfully roll my eyes as I begin to unbutton my suit revealing no bra underneath.
He runs a hand over his face and his thumb across his bottom lip a small yet taunting smirk flashing across his face. "You look beautiful as always." He compliments to which I bite my lip reaching over I grab him by his shirt and he instantly falls to his knees in the small space between both of our seats. His hands gripping my thighs and pinning them up in the process.
"Fuck." I gasp tossing my head back as he places a small kiss over the top of my laced panties.
"Was he happy?" He asks placing another peck referring to my client.
"You know he wasn't." I reply with heavy breaths staring down between my legs to see him smiling up at me already knowing what I'm thinking. "What are you doing?"
"Enjoying the moment." He answers with a shrug.
I lick my lips running a hand over his head with manicured nails. "Don't just enjoy it be in it." I advice.
As he rips my panties in half I smack his chest. "Liza-" he cuts me off as he latches his mouth onto my pussy. The coldness of his mouth meeting my warmth causing me to dig my nails into the seat. I know you're probably wondering how did we get here. What can I say? We both had a common hurt. Both had someone we trusted betray us. And we both found attraction and sexual chemistry in eachother. So something as small as "I'll stop by" and check up on you turned into me being fucked up against the wall.
