The Lawyer (The Broderick Saga Book 2) by Charlotte E Hart & Rachel De Lune

Author:Charlotte E Hart & Rachel De Lune [Hart, Charlotte E]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-06-20T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

WILLOW

Why did I have to push him?

I curse myself as I shut the door behind me and then head to the bathroom to set about cleaning myself up. I know why I did it. I needed to prove that I could—that this wasn’t all one-sided between Landon and me—and that what happened at the ball could happen again. Sadly, it’s made everything so much worse, because now, all those worries about my job and reputation are front and centre because I crossed the line. In fact, not only did I cross the bloody line, I tore it up and threw it out the window as I was hitching my skirt and screaming in pleasure.

By the time I'm back to my desk, I'm cursing myself again because I’m going to have to deal with the fact that this will only ever be what Landon sees it as. A fuck. Nothing more. Not even a fling, according to me. A dirty secret behind his locked office door. Despite everything I told myself after the weekend, I walked right in and turned my own world on its head. So why, with all those negative thoughts floating around inside my skull, does my body already crave more? Why am I pressing my thighs together under my desk, hoping for an excuse to go back in there?

The rest of the day is a write-off with no ability to concentrate on a thing. Luckily, there are only a few hours to endure before I can run home but escaping his presence doesn’t stop me from hashing everything out in my head over and over again. The last words Landon said to me still resonate in my mind. It will happen again. As often as he sees fit. Am I prepared for that? To be only a convenience to him, no matter how good it was?

And what about Juniper? Landon and I have a standing arrangement now. Thursday night—every Thursday night—with all the lines and rules in place. Am I meant to still dance for him and hide who I really am?

The guilt twists in my stomach at that thought.

God, what a mess.

Another few hours pass by in a blur, and I finally gather my things and leave. By the time I push the key into my front door, I'm not sure I can remember any of the journey.

“Ash! I’m home,” I call, dropping my bag in the hall. No answer. I'm not surprised anymore. He’s been gone since I arrived home on Sunday, and his request for money still niggles in my mind. I text him, asking him to check in, before hitting the fridge. It might be a Monday night, but I deserve a drink.

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The week drags. With all the excitement that led up to the ball, I miss the frantic action that came with it. Instead, I’m left with piles of legal contracts, requests, and other PA duties that I can’t keep my mind focused on.

On Tuesday, I worked my shift at The Priory.

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