Two more hours and I was going to have my night of fun. But first I had to win the case. The defendant my client was suspected of murder. Our ace in the whole was that the police hadn't shown a subpoena when they raided the defendants house. "Finding" the weapon that killed the victim. They were framing my client why I had no idea but they had the wrong one. I wasn't some pansy ass female lawyer who didn't know what they were doing. Besides I knew my client was telling the truth. In fact we had video evidence of my client at a diner at the time of the crime. But they had it thrown out saying it was tampered with. "Your honor I demand we throw the case on the simple fact that they didn't have a subpoena plus they never even read my client his rights when he was arrested I said."
"Alright case closed he said bringing the gavel down. "
"My client Rodrick Guney shot up from his seat yessss!!!"
I closed my brief case walking past him. He was a overweight, greasy, sexist, pig but he was a innocent one at that. "Have my money by Friday preferably in the form of a check. I called back to him."
I went home striping out of my black pants suit. I hopped in the shower thinking about everything. I'd became a well known defense attorney by the age of 21, that was four years ago. I'm now at the most up and coming law firm gunning for partners. Oh how the mighty have climbed, I smiled at that. I wasn't your average lawyer by the least. I didn't conform to the decorum of a lawyer not in the least. I felt as though I shouldn't have to.
I had shoulder length jet black hair with blue highlights. I was about 5'9 and curvy as ever with pretty eyes that couldn't seem to decide between grey or a silverish blue. I got out the shower and dried off. I stood in front of the mirror blow drying my hair. I saw Bryant my boyfriend come up behind in the mirror. He was mad he always was when I went out. I really didn't see the problem I went out every two freaking weeks. It was the only time when my three bestfriends Xena, Melissa, and Kim could make it out from their busy lives.
"Why can't you guys get together at your houses he said crossing his arms over his chest."
I whirled around staring at a man with blonde hair that was cut lower than the top which was slicked to the side. He had brown eyes and a muscular build. He was 5'10 an inch taller than me. An in this moment a man I'd been with for 2 years was annoying the crap out me. That sparked an idea in me. I dropped my towel and stepped close to him. "I'd stay if we ..... I said leaving the sentence open."
"You know how I feel about that he said shaking his head and leaving the bathroom."
"That's what I fudging thought, I picked up my towel angrily." We were in modern day times and he kept to his beliefs which I respected but it was starting to take its tole on me. I'd become insecure in when it came to my body and looks. It wouldn't have been a problem if he'd had at least touched me orally. But he refused all of that but kissing.
I expected myself in the mirror cupping my 36B breast. I knew they weren't big but they certainly weren't super small. I drifted my hands down to my hips where they flared out to create my hour glass figure. Then I moved them to my behind. That was one thing that was big I mean I had enough junk in the trunk to give a girl and still have some left over. An all this Bryant didn't want to touch.
I sighed and continued blow drying my hair. I stepped into my room which had a huge bed with bright yellow covers and bright yellow and white pillows adorning it. A tan wood dresser that I walked to and pulled out a pair of lace black boy shorts. I went to my closet and got a blue dress that came up pass my knees with a strappy back and slipped it on.
I grabbed a pair of black booties with a skinny heel and my black leather jacket and was out the door tossing a goodbye to Bryant who wouldn't even be here tonight but at his place. I shook my head at that we've been together for two gosh banging Yankee shouting years and he hadn't even moved in.
I got into my red Mercedes Benz and took off toward club Nightfall.
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The Unexpected CEO
ChickLitUnexpected is the word I'd use for Aiden Rodgers. It was unexpected to meet him. It was unexpected to fuck him....repeatedly. It was unexpected to last with him. It was unexpected to fall in love with him. He was.......unexpected