the shameless lawyer

Later that morning, I stepped out of my car in front of Zenith Plaza, the high-rise on Alhambra Gardens Road where Grayson’s office was. The cold bit through my coat, and snow dusted my shoulders as I handed my keys to the valet; some guy with a bright smile.

"Welcome to Zenith Plaza, ma'am," he greeted me. "I'll park her safe."

I nodded, barely registering what he was saying. I sighed as I smoothed my black pencil skirt and purple blouse. My breath fogged in the cold as I walked into the building.

Inside the elevator, I stared at my reflection on the mirrored walls as I tapped the 20th floor button, it was pale and tired. My eyes were hidden behind the dark sunglasses. And my heart was pounding. I had no idea what I would find behind Victor Grayson’s door, but I needed someone brutal enough to go to war with Damian. I couldn't afford to mind his notorious shamelessness: how he had no shame and fμcks anywhere. His online profile was blunt as a blade. But I didn't care as long as he had high win rate.

The elevator dinged, and I stepped out.

My heels clicked in the marble as I walked to the receptionist.

The receptionist, a sharp-eyed woman in a tight bun, looked up. "Name and appointment?" she asked, her voice was clipped.

“Lila Carter," I said, adjusting my shades. "I have an appointment. I'm booked to see Mr. Grayson this morning.”

She barely looked up as she typed, but when she did, it was as if she was... crushing on me? Oh well, I got that a lot, even those who claim they hate me. So it wasn't new.

“Right this way.”

She led me down a sleek hallway, but her eyes barely left my body. I didn't care though.

Everything was glass and marble, all polished power and money. She pointed at the office door labeled Victor Grayson, Esq.

“Um, just let me know if you need anything,” she said, tucking her hair behind her ear.

She was blushing harder now.

"Thanks," I thanked her, and reached for the handle... then stopped.

A loud moan echoed from inside.

Then another. And another.

A low, guttural voice growled, “Fuck, take it!”

“What the hell?” I whispered.

Then I pushed the door open and quietly shut it behind me. But when I turned, my eyes widened at the scene in front of me.

Victor Grayson, a muscular man in his 40s, had his pants down around his thighs and his shirt was open. While a younger man, maybe 30 (lean and tanned) was bent over his desk, and he was driving his c0ck into his ass. It wasn’t slow or subtle. It was raw, rough, and filthy. The desk creaked beneath them as papers flew everywhere.

The guy being fμcked moaned louder. “Harder, Vic, fu¢k me harder!”

He was stroking his own c0¢k, and precum was dripping from the tip. His face twisted in pleasure and his body was already covered in sweat.

Grayson smacked his ass, the sound was sharp and it left a red handprints on already bruised skin.

“You like that, huh?" He growled. Then he gripped the guy's hair and yanked it back. "Gonna fuck you until you can’t walk, Nate.”

Grayson thrust harder. The office filled with their moans, the wet slap of skin, and the musky scent of sex.

I stood there frozen. My mouth was dry. And my thighs clenched involuntarily as I watched. I couldn't look away.

Grayson finally noticed me and smirked like this was completely normal. Then he smacked Nate's ass again, his voice was rough when he spoke.

"Gonna get you out of that marriage, Nate," he said, thrusting deep, making Nate cry out. "You can't keep pretending you're straight. You're mine, and I'm fμcking you good."

I gasped, my hand flying to my mouth. My pu$$y clenched despite my shock. I had read about Grayson's shamelessness... the public sex, the lack of boundaries and all of that shit. But seeing it was different.

The shameless sight suddenly dragged me back to four months ago. To Damian, how he fu¢ked me senseless in places like this. To the night Damian fucked my ass for the first time.

I blinked back the tears quickly.

"Mr. Grayson," I said, stepping forward. "I'm here. Can you focus for a fucking minute?"

Grayson laughed, thrusting even harder, but his eyes raked over me. “Uncomfortable, Miss Carter?” he asked, his voice was raspy. He never stopped, not even for a second. “You read my profile. You knew what I was about. I fμck who I want and when I want. Leave if you can't handle it. But I can't guarantee another meeting.”

"I'm not leaving." I snapped, my hands were shaking. "I need you to take my case."

The man under him moaned louder when Grayson pulled his hair harder. He was completely lost in it.

I couldn’t breathe. My mind flashed to Damian again. The way he used to take me like that... fast and hard, without warning. I blinked hard, swallowing the grief that threatened to crack me open again.

“Mr. Grayson,” I said again. “I have another appointment with my doctor. Can you please stop for two minutes and talk to me?”

“You’re bold. I like that.” His eyes raked over me, then he growled into Nate’s ear,

“She’s not leaving. Let’s finish this.”

I sat down, my jaw was tight, and I refused to look away.

“My ex had a hospital perform an abortion on me without my consent. I want to destroy him.”

Grayson finally slowed, he pulled out of Nate's ass, and reached for his shirt.

“Now that’s interesting,” he said, buttoning up with a devilish grin. “Let’s talk.”

I expected Grayson to finally act like a lawyer and talk about my case. Instead, he flopped onto the couch, yanked Nate by the hair, and shoved his hard c0ck into the guy’s mouth like I wasn’t even there.

“Get to work,” he growled, thrusting deep and rough, like he didn’t care if Nate choked.

Nate moaned around him, both hands gripping Grayson’s thighs.

"Fuck, that's it," Grayson groaned, his head falling back. Then his eyes shifted to me. "Talk, Miss Carter. I'm listening."

I swallowed hard and looked away, my face was heating up.

Was this real? How the hell was I supposed to talk through this?

Their moans filled the room. I crossed my legs tighter, trying to block out the flashbacks... Damian, the things he did to me, how I used to feel. I swallowed hard.

“You got my email,” I said finally, my voice was shaky. “I want to sue Damian Holt and Arroyo Verde Hospital. They did a D&C without my consent. Those bastards killed my baby.”

Grayson let out a groan. He was still fμcking Nate’s mouth like nothing I’d said mattered. “Fu¢k, Nate, take it all," he growled.

Then he looked at me. His eyes were sharp despite his pleasure.

"Yeah, I saw it. No issue. But you know my fees? Ninety-five grand total. You win or I refund every cent.”

I nodded.

My hand trembled as I opened my purse. I pulled out a card and slid it across the table without looking at Nate. “Money is not a problem. Just get the job done.”

Grayson smirked, slowing down. He pulled Nate off his c0ck with a loud, wet pop. “Confident,” he said, wiping his hand on Nate’s shirt. “Who exactly are we suing?”

“Damian Holt. And Arroyo Verde Hospital.”

That did it.

Grayson’s whole vibe changed. The smirk disappeared. He straightened, zipped up, and shoved my card back at me.

"You're shitting me, right?" he said, his tone was cold. "Get out, Miss Carter. I'm not touching that case."

“What?” I blinked. “Why the hell not? You're supposed to be the best! You said you would take any case.”

He stepped closer. “Because I’m not insane. You want me to go against Damian Holt? Seriously? You're crazy or just stupid." He laughed, running a hand through his dark wet hair. "You know, I looked you up. You’re his ex. Suing him is suicidal, sweetheart. That man is not just anybody. He's got this city in his pocket."

"Mr. Grayson..."

He raised his hand up, shutting me up.

"You want to go to war with the most connected man in LA? Good luck finding a lawyer dumb enough to take him on. It's not gonna be me. I’m not signing up for a death wish.”

I stood too, I was so furious.

“So you’re scared?” I said, my voice shook. "One of the best lawyers in LA, and you're too fucking cowardly to go against Damian Holt?"

“Call it smart,” he said flatly, leaning on the desk while Nate limped out behind him, dazed and wrecked from the rough fu¢king. “Holt owns this city. He’ll crush you. You're fighting a war you can't win, kid.”

I clenched my fists, my eyes were stinging. “He already did,” I whispered. “He killed my baby. Lied to me. Used me. And I’m not letting him get away with it.”

Grayson looked at me for a beat. For a moment, I saw something: pity, maybe. But it vanished fast. And then he turned away.

“Then you're on your own." He pulled a cigarette out and grabbed a lighter from his desk. "Find someone else. I’m not risking my life for this.”

I grabbed my card and stormed out, slamming the door. My tears came fast, the hallway blurring around me. My hand pressed over my belly. It still hurt, the emptiness was too loud to ignore.

“I will find someone else. Someone who wasn’t a coward.”

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End of chapter 7

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Author's Note: Chapter 7

Hey you,

Did that just happen?! Stepping into Victor Grayson’s office was… well, not what Lila expected, was it? We knew he was notorious, but seeing it play out? That's a whole new level of "no shame." And yet, even in that wild chaos, Lila pushes through, determined to fight for justice.

But then came the cold shower: even the "best" lawyer in LA is terrified of Damian Holt. What does that say about the war Lila's about to wage? And what secrets does Damian hold that make a ruthless man like Grayson back down?

Drop a comment and tell me: Were you as shocked as Lila in Grayson's office? And do you think she can really find someone brave enough to go up against Damian?

With love,

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