Case File Name:
Any Insane Person.
♠Chapter Eighty-Two♠
"Yes, that one's good," I said, eyeing the gold Rolex watch, "Can I get it wrapped up and in a gift bag?" I asked as I slid my wallet from my Chanel purse.
The man immediately nodded, "Of course ma'am," he said, walking over to the register where he got me ringed up for the expensive watch he later wrapped and perfectly boxed up.
Luckily, this was the only store I planned to go to today—considering I had been at the mall nearly every day since I could properly drag myself out of bed.
I only allowed myself to stay in bed for a maximum of twenty-four hours—crying until my eyes ached and I was forced to fall asleep.
But eventually, I got up and began cleaning.
Everything.
And then I began shopping.
But not for myself...
I shopped for Tazmin instead, deciding to send her endless gifts until she decided to talk to me.
It was my attempt to match her love language even if my therapist suggested giving the entire situation some space.
Which I partially did...
I mean, it's been a week and my apartment is stacked with luxury shopping bags—filled with things I had picked and chosen for Tazmin.
I think I'll start sending things to her house tomorrow and pray that she tries to talk to me.
She eventually will... right?
I quickly shook my head, not wanting to spiral again for the third time today.
But the truth is, I'm going insane.
I genuinely can't live without her.
I need Tazmin more than I need fucking air.
A deep sigh fell from my lips as I slid into the driver's seat of my Mercedes, setting the Rolex bag to the side and starting the car.
Luckily, Marie is coming over tonight for cocktails and dinner so I can at least take my mind off everything.
Because for once, work isn't distracting me.
If anything I space out during meetings and can't focus during the day to save my fucking life.
But it will all be okay soon—Tazmin will talk to me soon.
She has to right?
We can't leave things like this—we can't leave things at all.
What would that even make me?
A lonely defense lawyer who can't physically or emotionally be attracted to anyone except for the one person who refuses to speak to her?
Sleeping around and being the single aunt is no longer appealing anymore.
If anything it sounds so fucking sad and lonely.
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Romance"If you wanted me to fuck you, all you had to do was ask," Tazmin said, her raspy voice lowered as she drew one of her hands up the inside of my thigh. I clenched my jaw, "I didn't," I gritted, even if we both knew it was a full-faced lie. Especiall...
