I was able to move around my client meetings to allow for our fake court hearing to happen this Wednesday instead of next week. Mr. Adair told Mr. Rollins how we were going to leave for Italy and Mr. Rollins worked it all out with my other clients making it much easier on my part.
Because I’m going to be leaving in a couple days, Mr. Rollins brought in another accomplished lawyer, Mrs. Kimathi, to fill in for me until I get back. I spend the rest of my Tuesday briefing her about all the upcoming hearings, meetings, paperwork, and remind her that she has access to Aaliyah if she needs anything.
Mrs. Kimathi has been in the law field for over twenty-five years and listening to her about her cases makes me less worried about how she’ll handle mine.
“Any questions?” I ask Mrs. Kimathi throwing my purse over my shoulder.
“Nope. I got it all darling.” She smiles. “If I ever need anything I’ll ask Aaliyah, an
Adair wasn’t kidding when he said there’s going to be a lot of paparazzi there. There’s more paparazzi than actual news journalists. Words such as cheater, new woman, money are being yelled out and someone even tried to drag me into it by calling me "Adair’s new love interest" and "homewrecker".I’m walking as quickly as I can wanting to escape into the courtroom, but lights are being flashed from every direction in my face making it harder for me to even see where I’m going. The press follows close behind, wanting a statement from me on the case, but I continue my pace ignoring their demands.Tons of teenage girls and women stand on the side lines, dressed as if they were going to a club, chanted "Alexander Adair marry me" and "Alex, I love you" which I find to be totally ridiculous.This isn’t a concert, it’s a court case. They desperately want to get close to him, but thanks to Julian and his team their forced t
I wake up to the sound of steady beeps and whispering voices. Slowly opening my eyes, Adair and a lady with a white coat stand in front of my bed, their eyes directed at me.“What’s going on?” I croak trying to prop myself up on the bed. A sharp pain shoots up my arm and I let out a cry.“No, don’t get up!” Adair exclaims helping me lay back down.My eyes wander around the white room, taking in my surroundings.I'm in the hospital.Everything starts to slowly come back to me as I remember us waiting outside on the steps for the paparrazi to be cleared out of the way, the loud noise, the sharp pain, getting shot, and passing out.“Hello Ms. Carter, I’m Dr. Jacobs. How are you feeling?” The doctor asks as she walks over to my bedside checking on my vitals.“I feel okay, but my arm hurts a bit.” I say in discomfort.“Luckily the bullet didn’t go
“I’m going to miss you so much! Take care okay.” Aaliyah snifs, engulfing me into a bear hug.“My arm! My arm!” I exclaim through squeezed breathes.“Oops sorry!” She exclaims releasing me right away.Today is finally the day that Adair, Nick, and I go to Italy. It took a lot of assuring and promising Adair that I was fine, because that man was being stubborn that I wasn’t good at all. Luckily, I also had Nick by myside telling Adair that he was overreacting.“We’ll take care of her.” Nick smiles nudging my shoulder.“See nothing to worry about.” I say to Aaliyah as I shoot Nick a smile.“Shall we get going now?” Adair states in irritation from behind us as he fixes the cuff of his blazer.“Text me when your there okay!” Aaliyah smiles and I can see Andrew jogging up to our terminal.“Mr. Adair, your private jet is
The stench of sweat and blood lingers the in the cold air of the small dimly lit room. It's stone walls remain completely bare expect for a security screen that’s all black and a black chair that rests near the screen. Another man dressed in head to toe in black stands near another steel door, talking to a peculiar looking man.“Alexander Adair welcome back!” Exclaims a small chubby man walking over to us and brining Adair in for a kiss on the cheek.Wiping the kiss off with his shoulder, Adair reaches out to shake his hand. “Leo it’s been awhile.” He says teresly.That’s Leonardo?!The monsterious image of him that swirled in my head is now erased as I take in the sweet and approachable demeanor of Leo. His rosy pink cheeks remind me of Santa Claus sand his twirled grey mustache along with his shoulder length hair doesn’t make him seem he’s in a mafia at all. If I were
As soon as we exit both rooms, the once composed Adair now lands a bone breaking punch against the wall in frustration and anger, his knuckles turning bloody and bruised.“Alex stop!” Nick cries holding him back from throwing another punch.“Let go of me!” Adair growls his eyes blazing with furry.Nick and I take a step back from Adair as he regains his composure. I’ve never seen him this angry or frustrated, and it's freaking me out. I understand how he must be feeling because I feel the same. I’m disappointed that we came all this way and found nothing and there’s other than that the man is old and he has a lady love.“Another damn dead end!” Adair breathes out in frustration ruffling his hair.The blood drips from his knuckles all the way to his wrist with some drops hitting the floor as Adair balls his hands into fists. His breathing staggers as he closes his eyes and rests his forehead agai
The next morning is a whirl wind of events.Leo called Adair to tell him that we were to go to some boutique to get our measurements taken by a tailor for the party. According to Leo, there was no way that he was going to let his favorite people wear ordinary clothes.In terms of ordinary, the boutique was no where near ordinary at all, with it's dark green walls sparkling with specks of gold foil and it's light grey marble floors shining with no inch of dust or dirt. A long corridor lightens the way with chandeliers, exposing doors that remain tightly closed. Two doors remained situated behind the tall dark grey marble desk and before we could say a word, tailors from behind the doors came bustling out with their measuring tapes and iPads.All dividng out, they each take us to seperate sides of the room and measure us from top to bottom, not missing a single thing. I’ve gotten custom made blazers and dresses for work, but this was something else.
The prison officer quickly turns around, trembling in his spot at the sight of a destructive Adair.“Man, you don’t know who your messing with do you.” Nick says shaking his head.“I said, I want her in my bed.” The guy repeats again and this time in a tone that makes it sound like I’m his property.“Oh, do you now?” Adair growls lethally walking over to the cell.The guy squares his shoulders and looks up at Adair with a smirk playing on his face, as if he's challenging Adair.This guy is crazy for thinking he'll beat Adair, because not only does Adair tower over him but he’s so much more muscular and stronger looking than him. Adair will beat his ass in thirty seconds flat. Make than ten.“Open the cell.” Adair demands to the officer as he takes his blazer off and hands it to Nick revealing his muscular biceps and toned back.This gets the attention of other prisoners
The rest of the afternoon is spent with our tailors fitting us for the party. Jules booked a makeup and hair appointment for me which was to be done at the boutique since she wanted to see if the makeup matched the dress or not. She really is a sweetheart.A couple hours later my make up and hair are finally done and I’m fitted into my dress.“Don’t open your eyes yet!” Jules exclaims as she carefully walks me over to a mirror. “Okay go ahead!”Slowly opening my eyes, my jaw drops as I take in the beautiful person standing across from me. I can’t believe that she’s me. I never thought I was ugly, and thanks to my mom I’ve always learned to see myself as a beautiful woman, but what I see right now is just...gorgeous.“Do you like it?” Jules asks anticipating for my answer.“I love it.” I whisper, mesmerized by how good of a job she, my makeup artist, and hairstylist did.