Forbidden Red

"Hey mom I'm home!" I yell taking off my black heels in the foyer."Hi honey! I'm in the living room!" Echoes a soft voice.Placing the heels back into my shoe closet, I walk over to the room where my mom sits peacefully on the white couch with her knitting needles and a ball of purple wool, the colors of the sunset streaming from the tall glass windows dancing playfully across her face.The large panoramic windows and the view of having the entire New York City right in our living room was one of the reasons why mom loved this penthouse and why I couldn't resist purchasing it."What are you making?" I ask gently placing a kiss on her forehead."I saw a new sweater pattern and decided to give it a try." She chuckles.Elizabeth Carter is the most beautiful woman in the world. Her light grey eyes compliment her dark mocha brown hair which is neatly tucked in a bun as I have always seen growing up. Her deep laugh lines around her eyes and lips

I spent half of my morning in court since Mr. Samuelson did not agree that his children be with his wife. All the presented evidence showed that he would get drunk often, come home late, and beat his children and wife, however he continued to deny that it was him. At the end of the case, the judge agreed that the children stay with Mrs. Samuelson and that he be put on a restraining order.The last two days have been hectic for me in terms of this case, and I'm thankful because it put to rest my questioning thoughts of Adair and I's accidental bump in. I didn't understand what a billionaire was doing at a park and why he was there. Regardless, I had no time to ponder for too long thanks to the Samuelson case.Walking into my office, I put my handbag and laptop down. I'm starving and I still have an hour and a half till Mr. and Mrs. Adair come in. I decide to ask Aaliyah if she

I breathe a sigh of relief as soon as they leave. The paparazzi snapped pictures of the couple as they exited the building and a bunch of accusations were thrown at them. You could hear the paparazzi yelling about their divorce and if it was because "Anna was cheating" or that "Alex had found a new woman." As soon as they left the paparazzi left too. I'm still trying to wrap my head around what I just got myself into, and on top of that I'm left worrying about the stupid heart pain that randomly crept in and out during our meeting. Maybe I was just tired. I should go to the doctor and get myself checked out. I haven't gone for a while for my regular checkups and perhaps the pain was because of the pile of cases I had worked on and the associated stress. I pick up my phone and page Aaliyah, desperately needing coffee. A couple minutes later there is a knock on my door and in enters an excited Aaliyah. "Here's your coffee Sarah!" Aaliyah hands me the cu

Adair kept his promise and texted me the name of the place. It took me awhile to convince my mom to go, and after pleading with her multiple times and bribing her that we'll have a Lucifer marathon if she goes, she finally gave in. Now it's her favorite place to go on the weekends.Sunshine Gardens Home was no ordinary senior center and I'm not surprised that Adair would know such a fancy place as this, but surprised that he does. It wasn't fancy in the sense that there were chandeliers and butlers, but rather it was kept in tip top condition with shiny marble floors, trimmed hedges, a ten acre garden, and high end chefs. To top it off, you could find every activity here from senior basketball, to golf, swimming, lacrosse, but most importantly activities for people with disabilities.While my mom is enjoying herself, I'm sitting cross legged on the dark grey fluffy carpet of the living room with case files sprawled everywhere. I have a home office but having everything

If I had time to admire the luxurious exterior of his ridiculously tall company building I would be sending pictures of it to Aaliyah, but time is what I don't have and my feet are carrying me faster and faster to the entrance doors.I pull on the door and find it locked. I spot a few guards in the lobby and I knock hard on the glass door hoping to attract their attention. A tall bulky guy with a bald head approaches the door, but doesn't open it and rather talks through the intercom."Miss, we are closed right now, if you need to speak to someone come back in the morning." He states and walks off. I stand there with my mouth hanging open, my words dying out before I could even say them. He didn't even give me a chance to speak.I quickly pull out my phone and text Adair about his rude guard and how he won't let me in. A couple seconds later I watch the bulky guy pull out his phone and utter a few words. As the conversation con