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LEVI'S POINT OF VIEW.I walk away from there at that moment, leaving Elias to whatever the hell it is he wants to do, and move to my office. Opening the door, I am met with the sight of Aurelia, kneeling to pick up a document from the floor, her gorgeius ass on display as she bends properly to pick the document, flashes from that night fill my memory, of her on her knees as I spanked and took her from behind.She straightens once she has the document in her hand, and stands to her feet, as she returns to the task of arranging the documents in front of her, the huge pile on the table looking much smaller than I had left before walking out the second I saw her and that snake in the corridor of my floor.Immediately, I see her bending over to sort out the files, my chest tightens with an unfamiliar feeling of guilt, the foreign feeling resting in my heart, making it much harder to breathe."Hmm, not done yet, I see," I remark as I walk further into the office.She stiffens at the sound of

AURELIA'S POINT OF VIEW.His words hit me hard. Raw. Fast. As his lips clash on mine, his kisses hard, raw, dangerously, pushing against the very tresses of common sense, the voice of reasoning in my mind that reminds me of how wrong this is. His kisses are fierce, strong.And God- I kiss him back, eagerly, passionately, without hesitation.He is my professor at the law school where I am fighting for my life to succeed.He is my boss at the office I work in, the very one I need to succeed at if my brother stands a chance at getting a good lawyer for his case.He is the Levi Vale, the infamous enigma of a lawyer, the billionaire tycoon, and he has his lips on mine, as he kisses me dangerously, adding more fuel to the fire he set in me. With reluctance, I pull myself from him, his grip still not letting up on my ass as his other hand rubs my waist, his beautiful blue eyes on mine as he stares at me, the orbs filled with anger and irritation stare back at mine."You and I are doing some

AURELIA'S POVMy knees are still shaking as I lean over the desk, the aftershocks from earlier still racking through my body as it pulses from his touch, as his firm grip on my waist keeps me steady, even as everything spins, making me a bit dizzy. What have I done?What have we done?The events of the past few minutes plays in my mind, reminding me of just how fucked up this is. I should never have done that, this is so wrong.Different questions fill my mind, as I try not to let him know about the storm in my mind, as he fixes himself, before he goes to the door. I am no fool; this might seem thrilling right now, but this is a disaster waiting to happen. The taste of him from earlier lingers on my tongue as I fix myself as quickly as possible. His words from earlier echo through my mind.Mine. He had said, leaving no questions, no room for arguments or any form of objection. His blue eyes direct itself at me as he looks me over, his hand on the door knob before he says,"Are you re

AURELIA'S POINT OF VIEW.I don't remember dropping my phone, nor did the sound of its clatter as it hit the floor register in my mind. All I know is I crumbled as I fell to the floor, boneless, gut-wrenched, and bitter, as a wail rushed up my throat and out of my mouth.My brother has been stabbed.Desmond was stabbed.The image of my brother, lying on the floor of the bathroom, as he bled out, his wounds causing him a great deal of pain, his light brown skin possibly pale from the loss of blood as he lay there for God knows how long, before he was found, and then rushed to the hospital."Aurelia?" His voice barely registers in my mind as my mind spirals. This is all my fault; all that has happened is my fault.If I had stayed away from Levi, I would be more focused on my brother's case, and I could have at least gotten him transferred to a safer, more civilized prison, and not the hell-hole he is currently incarcerated in.If I had stayed away and focused on my primary goal, this mi

LEVI'S POINT OF VIEW.The sound of the door shutting behind us reminds me of where I am, white walls, the smell of disinfectant, the sounds of machines, the smell of linoleum, the white walls, everything sends me back down a dark path....a few years ago.Aurelia rushes to the bed her brother lies in, hooked to different machines by wires like he is some lab rat- it looks sad, pitiful even. She appears soft, frantic, as she examines him, her hands rubbing his forehead, as though she looks for a sigh that he is truly still alive, and not a ghost.Desmond Cross, the convicted rapist. The man accused and charged with the rape of New York socialite Margret Blawe, and sentenced to life. Hooked up to so many machines by the wires, he looks nothing like the monster the media portrays him to be. His pale face rests somewhat peacefully as he lies in bed, his stab wounds bandaged as he fights for his life. The only proof of life is the rise and fall of his chest, an indication that him having