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"Smart!" "I'm a lawyer, Madam", he says, chuckling. "Madam?" I raise my eyebrows. "I didn't know lawyers can flirt so smoothly" "Not everyone though. That's a different talent", he cracks up. I take the full sight of his smile. However, I still have that in mind, not to fall into any kind of trap or emotion so soon. This is the first time I'm experiencing such feelings. He better not trick me with them. "Anyway, thanks for coming", he closes the book. It looks like a non-fictional book on law. "What will you have? Black coffee doesn't seem like your thing"

I added, and we just shook hands again for the last time then I at once turned my head back and started to walk. I am Wayne Ferrer; I am one of the best lawyers in the country. It's not about bragging because I'm just telling the truth. Truth is my second name! My name is very well-known on this field, that's not surprising. They called me 'Lawyer of No-Failed-Cases'... I don't think I need to explain to you about that, right. Because ever since I started defending my clients inside the court, I haven’t lost any of my case. They trust me enough reason I already built my firm. The WHF Law Firm.

Raina questioned with an eyebrow raised and Elena blushed. "His name is Liam. We've known each other since college and he has always been the best student. Fortunately, we got posted to intern in the same law firm." "Is he hot? Do you like him?" Raina asked which made Elena blush the more. "Well he's handsome and I don't know if I like him." "Why is that? Don't you feel anything towards him?" "Liam is just too good for me, Raina. Look at me, I'm just an average student who chose to study law because my mom keeps telling me to do something with my life and be like my brother."

It was hard for him to believe she had been a high powered New York City District Attorney. When she told him she had quit her job to become a romance writer, Alex had been unimpressed. He enjoyed murder mysteries, especially ones with lots of steamy sex, and he’d written occasional columns for the two Postmaster’s Association magazines, The Postal Advocate, and Postmasters Gazette. But a girly romance novel was the last thing Alex would ever be interested in reading, and after seeing the address label on the last package he pulled out of the sack, he knew no one else was going to be reading it either.

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Esme's POV I literally could not see anything, but Liam’s arms around me were the only thing keeping the fear at bay. My body was still pressed so closely against his on the couch. And every tremble of his body sent fresh heat pooling between my thighs. “Liam…” I whispered, my lips brushing his neck. “I’m still so cold, but… I’m burning up inside.” He groaned softly, his hands sliding down my back to grip my ass. “Esme, we shouldn’t. We’re cousins. But fuck… I can feel how wet you are through your leggings.”

If I could have my way, I’d be standing in front of him right now, demanding answers. “Lucas, babe… are you even paying attention?” I glanced at the man beside me. Xavier was pouting. With his blonde hair, his angelic features and his small, lean frame, Xavier was a catch. Even better, he was good in bed. His oral skills could topple a nation. His mouth had the suction of a hoover. It was exactly why I’d kept him beside me for as long as I have. Our relationship was perfect. It was nothing serious. There were no commitments, no labels and I could always count on him to be there when I needed a distraction.

Instead, it clung to every hard line of his body, the orange fabric stretched taut across shoulders that spoke of violence and strength. His black hair was pulled back in a knot that emphasized the sharp angles of his face, and when those hazel-gold eyes met mine, liquid fire shot straight to my core. “Ms. Reyes.” My name on his lips was pure sin. “My lawyer, I presume.” I forced my legs to carry me to the chair across from him, hyperaware of how his gaze tracked every movement. The space between us felt electric, charged with something that made my skin prickle and my breath catch.

I would have to ask him when I next saw him. The thought made me pause. I couldn’t ask him because I wasn’t going to see him again. Not outside the courtroom anyway. Even the romantic in me knew that this wasn’t some romance novel. This wasn’t some situation where we would live happily ever after. Whether The Judge was innocent of this particular crime or not, he was connected to some very dangerous people. Very, very dangerous people if the attorneys had been telling the truth. I didn’t have any room in my nice life for that. Not if I wanted all my dreams to come true.