*Adrian*“Let’s go home,” I grunted, anger coursing through my body. Amelia didn’t say anything, so I turned toward the direction we came from and walked away. I could hear her steps echo behind me. I walked a few steps ahead of Amelia the entire way back to the penthouse. And I couldn’t tell if I was walking quickly purposefully to avoid her, or if she was walking slowly to avoid me.We entered the gold-tinted glass doors and hurried through the lobby to avoid talking to anyone. The unoccupied elevator was dark and empty except for the reflection of our faces as they closed shut and started their vertical climb.Amelia cleared her throat and asked, "Where did you learn to defend yourself like that?"I felt a tightness in my upper body and tried to relax. Memories of years spent studying taekwondo and hapkido flooded back into my head, the long hours of drilling strikes and counterstrikes. Even now, I still made sure to train once a month, pushing my reflexes and keeping my bod
*Adrian*It wasn’t easy, but we made our interaction better. She did everything right, and I felt like an idiot for it, but she fell into routines and peaceful conversations after a few more days.I stepped into the penthouse foyer, took off my gym shoes, and hung up my duffel bag. I could see Amelia in the kitchen stirring a steaming pot of her famous vegetable stew that filled the large space with its earthy aroma. I held back a smile as I walked towards her. This had been our routine for the past three weeks. Amelia always got home before I did, and she had dinner waiting for me when I walked through the door. Am I being domesticated? Ha.Anyone looking from the outside in would assume we were a regular couple and not two people who were forced to live together because we were working against one of the most powerful pharmaceutical companies in the world.It was alarming how quickly I felt like I became more tame due to a woman's presence. More specifically, Amelia. I’m not
*Amelia*It's been two days since the bathroom incident, and Adrian and I haven't spoken. He avoided me pretty effectively until we had to get into the car together to ride to work this morning. I specifically chose the skin-tight skirt and cream-colored blouse for him, I wanted him to look at me and acknowledge how he felt.But he didn't. He got in the car and turned the music up loud enough for me to take the hint that he didn't feel like talking. I felt so powerless as I sat there, not knowing what to say or do. The silence was stifling, and a million questions raced through my mind.I wanted to ask him what was going on, but his expressionless face made me weary. His eyes were firmly fixed on the road, and with every passing second, my heart sank further into my stomach. As we finally pulled up outside of work, I knew that nothing would be resolved this morning.We pulled into a parking spot, and Adrian jumped out of the car and walked away without looking back. I paled whe
*Amelia*"How have you been, Amelia?" Dr. Sullivan asked me once we were settled in my office.I sighed, and my shoulders sagged."It's been chaotic," I admitted. "I've spent so much time working that I'm not sure who I am outside of the courthouse."Dr. Sullivan gave me a sympathetic look and nodded his head in understanding."It's the same way in medicine. The good cases are easy, but the bad cases stick with you and change who you are," he said, patting my hand comfortingly. "But I have faith in you, Amelia. You're smart and courageous, and you have integrity that many in law lose. You'll come out ahead in the end"He then leaned forward, his blue eyes twinkling with excitement as he said, "Now, let me look over the medical notes for this suit you're working on. You said they're trying to say the accident at work wasn't responsible for the permanent nerve damage?"I nodded, and he began reviewing the notes. After a few minutes, he looked up at me with a frown."Did you say t
*Amelia*Adrian had one of his goons bring me back to his penthouse after my meeting with Dr. Sullivan. Naturally, his goon didn't tell me what Adrian was doing or when to expect him home, so I'd been busying myself with catching up on laundry and watching some trash TV.We'd been working non-stop for weeks, and both my mind and body were exhausted. I leaned over and grabbed a dress that needed to be hung up, and the tight muscles in my back protested. I needed to see a massage therapist or a chiropractor sooner rather than later.I was apprehensive to see Adrian, he'd been wound so tightly lately. This case was making him almost unbearable to be around, and the living arrangement we were currently dealing with wasn't going to work for me if he didn't let off some steam. I needed to find a way to get him to lighten up, at least for a few hours. Then, maybe I'd be able to make it through the next couple of months without murdering him.I turned to put my bra and underwear in a d
*Adrian*I left Amelia in the living room and took the elevator down to the lobby to wait on the food. How did she come up with the idea of us taking the night off tonight? I had worked tirelessly on this case for what felt like forever, and I couldn't afford to let up until it was over. Amelia had been working tirelessly as well, and she felt we both could just have dinner before finishing the night this time, without going through more documents.I wanted to fuck her, of course, but it was more than that. There was something about her that felt familiar to me, and if I was sappy or spiritual, I'd say I'd known her in a past life. We were polar opposites, but somehow that only made me enjoy her company more.A few minutes later, a delivery person arrived with the food. He had two large bags full of Thai takeout. We exchanged pleasantries, and I handed him a hundred-dollar bill, Amelia's insistence that I tip him well still ringing in my ears. I rode the elevator back upstairs an
*Amelia*I woke up sometime through the night alone on the living room floor. Adrian and I had fallen asleep after we had what was the most intense, passionate sex of my life, and I was surprised and disappointed that he was already pulling away from me again.The sex had felt like a breakthrough, Adrian had allowed me to see his vulnerability and humanness, especially in regards to opening up about the death of his father.I was thinking through all of these revelations as I got ready for work. I brushed my teeth and tied my hair back into a simple, sleek bun. I usually didn't wear makeup into the office, but I had an evidence hearing and liked to feel my best on days where I was in front of a judge, so I used brown eye shadow to highlight my green eyes, mascara, and my favorite nude lipstick to pull the look together. Simple, yet effective.I slid the black pencil skirt up my hips and noticed finger bruises on my thighs, Adrian was rougher than any lover I'd had before. I nev
*Amelia*"Knock, knock," Evelyn said as she walked through my office door, "Are you ready? Sorry, I'm a few minutes early. Mr. Arrogant had to leave to meet with someone, so I snuck out."I laughed at her nickname for Adrian and motioned for her to come in, "Yeah, I can be ready in two minutes. Let me send an email, then I'll grab my stuff."I watched Evelyn out of the side of my eye as she walked around my office and looked at some of the photos I had set out. There was one of my mother and me from right after we found out the cancer had come back. Her hair had grown out some from the first round of treatment, and it was the last photo we had taken where she looked healthy. The others are of Nina and me."She was beautiful," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.I nodded, feeling a lump form in my throat. "Yeah, she was. She passed away a few weeks after that photo was taken.""I'm so sorry, Amelia," Evelyn said, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder."It's okay