Since dad died things have become real. While he was alive he was in charge, but part of me had this idea that at the end of the day I was his, that I was just a manager. Now, my father's name was no longer on the papers, but: Bradley Jason Dempsey. Every time I read my name on a document, I felt more pressured.I spent three days trying to talk to my brother-in-law, which was a lost cause, because he refused to listen to me. Finally, I told him that it was with the necessary urgency to give in to his hatred for me, which worked, since he found me waiting for Nancy to show him off."I still don't know what I'm doing here," he grumbled reluctantly, looking at me with all the spite with which you can look at an enemy.His attitude ever since we met made me wonder why my sister was interested in him; he looked more like a child than a thirty-seven year old adult.“It's about your brother-in-law Ashton. I bit back the urge to leave him alone with his problem. Dona, she didn't deserve to p

"How about dinner tomorrow?" she suggested, frowning, but looking at me hopefully."How about dinner right now?""I don't see why not," he replied, getting up from the table to come to me.Diagonal to Bradley's table, but facing my field of vision, I managed to see Claire without her mask, looking at me as if she wanted to take a Katana and slice my body. She had her chance; she showed how much she cared for her, which to me was nothing because of how she humiliated him by hanging out with other guys at events. It didn't matter if it was her work, if they really had something, she should have kept it as secret as possible, and not chase it like a cat when she saw her shadow.A part of me reminded me that he was a human being, however, if there is one thing that characterizes us lawyers, it is being competitive. Now it wasn't just because I liked him, but because she was challenging me with her look. Because I deserved to have pleasant moments. I wouldn't give up, and I wouldn't start

It was a fucking zombie walking into my office with glasses on a Saturday after eleven in the morning. The set of keys became so tedious that for a second I thought about leaving those fucking pieces of paper for later. Yet the controlling little voice whispered to me that it was going to build up, that I wouldn't have time for anything else. And, although it's hard for me to admit it, I wasn't a fan of leaving things to the last minute.Chelsea's private concert ended around three in the morning. We talked a lot, which I hadn't done for a long time with another woman besides Dona or Mom.She told me about her mother who was in a retirement home due to her advanced illness. It shocked me to learn that she was only forty-seven years old and at the point of no return from the disease. With great strength she accepted that her mother did not remember her or her brothers; she didn't even say she should bathe.For my part, I told him about myself. The shitty marriage I had, her relationshi

I smiled incredulously, not quite convinced. I kept feeling that my soul would pay a heavy price."What will you gain from this?" At the end of the day we are not getting married and you will lose money...He denied, interrupting my doubt. Her smile widened, turning the expression terrifying along with a calculating look.—I'll win fucking with you without asking permission at the agency or making an appointment. I'll win when Chelsea keeps her stupid ass on my signature, having no choice but me. There was a gleam of satisfaction in her hazel eyes, before she added, "and I'll make Bradley Dempsey's life hell."Jones's idea was not a noble one. He didn't want to separate Chelsea from Bradley because she wanted something worthwhile for her daughter. Nor because he was doing a favor to someone in particular. All he wanted was to screw over his rival, no matter who he was getting at.His plans were that when Bradley came to see me, I would take pictures of him with me and send them to him

"I'm not going to deny that," he whispered, falling into my gaze.When our lips met I experienced an explosion in my stomach. It's a combination of you being hungry and jumping out of a parachute at the same time…I've never done it before, but I figured that's what it felt like.The heat was more intense after a few seconds. The moans kicked in after a couple of rounds of stopping, gasping, and continuing. At some point we were on top of her bed past whatever lines Chelsea drew between us. She knew that she was so ready for me when she tried to take off my sweater.However, there was a flash in my mind, like a dim light in the lustful haze, that reminded me that she had been crying in my arms a few minutes ago. It was like a bucket of cold water clearing my thoughts, but her hand was traveling to the fly of my jeans…"Chels," I groaned, torn between my pleasure and doing the right thing, "I'll probably regret this later, but I think we should stop for a minute," I murmured, putting my