{Dark: Enemies to Lovers romance.}
"I would get her eyes tattooed inside my brain; yet I would still get lost in them with just one look."
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the rumours has it all that there is a certain man in the underworld who is dangerously attracti...
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The morning light filtered through the curtains as I sat at the kitchen counter, sipping my coffee. Aaron was bustling around, getting the kids ready for their day. I loved mornings like this quiet, calm, with the world outside still waking up.
Aaron walked over and leaned against the counter beside me, stealing a quick kiss from my cheek as he reached for a piece of toast. "How's my favorite lawyer this morning?"
I chuckled softly, setting my coffee mug down. "You know I don't like being called that. I'm a lawyer, but there's more to me than that." I glanced at him, the teasing glint in my eyes. "Although, I think you like the fact that I can put on my game face in court."
Aaron raised an eyebrow, pulling out a chair and sitting down. "Oh, I know. You're unstoppable in the courtroom. I've seen it first-hand."
I grinned. "You might want to be careful, or I'll start charging you for legal advice."
He laughed, taking a bite of his toast. "Well, that's fair. I'd pay every cent and double it."
I smiled, feeling the weight of the morning fall off my shoulders. It was easy to be myself with him no pretenses, no walls.
"Big case today?" he asked, wiping his mouth with a napkin.
I nodded, looking over at my purse and the case files I'd left there the night before. "Yeah. The fraud case against TechCorp. High stakes. But, you know, I've been through worse."
"Of course you have," he said, his voice warm and confident. "You've got this, birdie."
His faith in me always made my chest swell. But today was different. I had more on my mind than just winning cases.
"Thanks." I said softly, my gaze lingering on his. He gave me a playful smile. "Well, you've got me in your corner, so you're already halfway there."
"Always" I replied, feeling the familiar rush of gratitude. We stayed like that for a moment, just basking in the calm before the storm of my day ahead.
a quick making out sesh and I am out the door.
Later, in the courtroom, it was go time. The air was thick with tension, the usual murmur of voices bouncing off the high walls as I walked in. My assistant, olive, was already in position, standing at the side of the room, her eyes fixed on me as I made my way to the front. The opposing counsel was pacing nervously, his suit too tight, his brow furrowed. I smirked slightly he didn't realize he was out of his league.
The case at hand was a high-profile corporate fraud case. TechCorp was being accused of embezzling millions, and their top executive, one Mr. Davis, was facing jail time. The evidence against them seemed damning at first glance, but I could see the cracks. And I knew exactly where to strike.
I glanced at the jury twelve pairs of eyes, watching me. They had no idea what was coming.
"Your Honor," I began, my voice clear and commanding. "I would like to remind the court that the prosecution has failed to provide any concrete evidence of criminal activity. The numbers they're presenting are built on speculation and nothing more."
