Chapter 76: Your Honor, Fuck Me (1)

Judge Eliaz Monroe was known for two things:

His rulings.

And his silence.

He didn’t blink in court. He didn’t flinch when men cried. He didn’t smile when women flirted. His gavel was law. His stare, execution.

And that’s exactly why Camila wanted her sister’s case in his courtroom.

Because if she could break him—just once—he’d never forget it.

Camila Monroe wasn’t her last name—but she liked the way it would sound if it ever was.

She sat behind his desk most days, typing notes, preparing court documents, fetching files.

Just a good little law student secretary.

Obedient. Efficient.

Forgettable.

Except… she wasn’t.

She’d caught him staring more than once.

When she bent over to plug in his laptop. When her blouse slipped low enough to flash the lace of her bra. When she chewed her pen a little too slow.

Eliaz Monroe had never touched her.

Never spoken out of turn.

But he’d looked.

And that was enough to start the game.

Her twin sister, Chloe, had been arrested for a minor fraud charge—