All Chapters of Fake Dating The Tycoon Lawyer : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

“Judge Judy didn’t find him guilty, so he walked free. That’s another feather to the hat for us. Our client is super excited. He says his family is hosting a small party for him at his house, and he invited us. I think-” Orion pauses. He stops blabbering, noting Anders' distracted expression. “Anders,” he calls. Absent-mindedly, Anders lifts his gaze to his friend. His raised brow questions Orion. “Did you hear me?... Have you been listening to me?” Anders scratches his head. Eyes fixed on Orion, but Orion soon notices that Anders isn’t really looking at him. “Jesus man! Where’s your head at? Why are you so distant?!” his voice rises, giving away his irritation. Anders has been like this for the past couple of days. Zoning out on everyone, giving the impression that he is listening when in fact his mind is far off; elsewhere. Anders shakes his head, pulling his mind back into the room. “Sorry. Sorry.” he apologizes. “What did you say?” “Dead.” Anders knits his brow. “What?

Fixing Murphy’s car had taken longer than Electra anticipated. She discovered another fault, which Murphy had said she should fix as well, since the car is already with her. It has been four days since the incident with Anders, and she ensures to lock up the shop and get back home early. That way, she’s already in her room by the time he gets back and avoids seeing him. Today, however, is different. She spent extra time at the workshop and didn't get back before Anders. His car parked outside gives away the fact that he's home. She stands outside in front of the door and sucks in a breath before she stealthily opens the door. She hopes she can sneak in without running into Anders. The door slides open without a creak. She smiles at the success. She enters the house and turns to shut the door as quietly as she entered. “Ah!” she screams once she turns around after shutting the door. Her hand flies to her chest as she breathes heavily to calm her racing heart. Standing before her

She pushes her immoral thoughts to the back of her mind. She clears her throat and tries to change the subject before she jumps on him and rips him apart. Wild. “Dinner was great. I just remembered I didn't say thanks.” He throws his head back, rests his neck against the head of the chair and chuckles. His amusement, born from the fact that she's expressing appreciation. “You're welcome. I’m glad you liked it.” She more than liked it. She enjoyed every bit of it and has found herself loving his meals. How did he learn to cook like that? “I must say, you're the first lawyer I know who cooks like a professional chef.” Her compliment is sincere. His shoulders straighten as he lights up at her compliment. “I don't eat out. I prefer to cook my meals.” She pauses, her eyes rolling back as she seems to consider his words. “But you ate that day on the date.” She says, referring to their second date. She recalls vividly that Anders had eaten the meal served, and there was no reluctan

Electra's phone vibrates in the pocket of her coverall. Using her feet, she pushes the garage creeper and slides out from under the car she is working on. She’s already smiling, knowing who has texted her. Anders. They've been at it since morning; texting back and forth. It had started with a ‘hello’ text from Anders, to which Electra replied with an equal hello. [Just checking in on you.] Anders texted. She smiled at the text. [This isn't acting normal, Anders.] [It's not? I didn't know. Maybe you should teach me more on what this ‘acting normal’ thing is. I think I suck at it.] She had laughed out loud at his response. [My tutoring service doesn't come cheap.] From finding out the price of getting her to teach him, the conversation moved into more personal space. Now, she's smiling at her phone as she reads his recent message and types her responses. [It's a beautiful color.] [Really? What happened to pink, red, purple? Those are more girlie colors. Of all the colors in th

Anders stands by the door, dazed, frozen, the color drained out from his face. It feels like he just walked into a nightmare. If only he could step back outside and everything would go back to normal. But it isn't as easy as that. He just stands, watching, his petrified eyes fixed on the lifeless body of Laurel. Mac moves close to him by the door and places a sympathetic hand on his shoulder. “I'm sorry, Anders.” Mac says. It takes Anders an eternity before his gaze shifts to Mac. “Mac.” he calls. His voice is laced with confusion, disbelief, request for some explanation, agony and growing pain, sounding nothing like him. “She stopped responding to treatment months ago. Nothing we gave her worked. We did our best, Anders, and there was nothing more we could do.” Mac explains further. It is the best he can do to bring Anders some comfort. Anders stares at him as though he speaks a foreign language. His eyes question Mac, needing more explanation. What is he saying? What does