"I love you too. Have a good day." I smiled and threw him his key he almost forgot on the counter. Once he was out the door, I went to pick up my ringing phone. "Hello?" I answered.
"Hi Mrs. Escarra." Joseline said from the other end. "I know today is your day off, but Mrs. Dubois says she needs to see you. It's urgent."
I sighed and set my cup on the living room table. "I'll be down as soon as possible." Hanging up, I jogged up the stairs and to the room. Being one of the very few best women lawyers can be extremely tiring.
I slipped on black high-rise pants with wide legs and a black strappy tank top that fit a bit loose on me. I paired the outfit with shiny black stilettos and curled my hair. I left my face bare before making sure I had everything and leaving the house.
Everyone nodded in my direction as a sign of respect, and some scurried off. People either knew my good and friendly side or my rude and annoyed side. Most knew the bad side, but I wouldn't be where I am now if I was polite all the time. The more they feared you the more the respected you.
Mrs. Dubois, formally known as one of the powerful women in Atlanta, sat in the lobby with Joseline comforting her. Mrs. Dubious was mostly known for her charitable donations to hospitals like the Peachford hospital. She ran multi-millionaire companies and had a daughter, Bella, along with a husband, Mr. Dubois.
They both stood as I neared, and Mrs. Dubois wiped away her tears. "Mrs. Escarra." Joseline said and I gave her a slight nod, greeting and dismissing her. Mrs. Dubois followed me into my office, and I took a seat in my chair as did she.
I handed her a box of tissue then spoke, "How can I help you Mrs. Dubois?"
She chuckled, using the tissue to get under her eyes. "Please, call me Brinda." I nodded. "I'm sure you know who I am along with my husband. I- um..." She started to stutter as tears fell down her cheeks. I sighed quietly and walked over to her, placing a hand on hers.
"Calm down, Brinda. Take a few deep breaths then talk."
She nodded and used the tissue to wipe her eyes again. "It hasn't made it to the media, thankfully, but I'm taking my husband to court. H- he..." I gave her a soft smile and she let out shaky breaths until her breathing returned normal. "He... he sexually assaulted me as well as hitting me on multiple occasions. I need a lawyer. A woman lawyer. You've won basically all of your cases, please. These men won't fight for me as hard as you will."
She used the new tissue to wipe away the tears that had once again fell and squeezed my hand tightly. I absolutely despise cases like these. Husbands who abuse their wives and probably in front of the children. "Of course. Let's get started right away, yes?" She nodded and let out a breath of relief. "I promise you I will put Mr. Dubois behind bars for as long as possible." I squeezed her hand reassuringly.
For the next three hours we talked about her marriage, the first time he hit her and assaulted her. She showed me messages of him apologizing and saying that he'll never do it again, to forgive him. She had photos of every time he laid a finger on her and let just say, there was a lot.
I had learned not to ask why the victim stays with their partner in these particular situations. Most of the time it's because they think they love them and can't survive without them. In a situation like Brinda's, it could be because of the child that they don't leave. Pathetic excuse of a man is what I'd describe Mr. Dubois to be.
I put away the printed-out photos I had gotten from her phone and into her file. "If you don't mind me asking, why did you decide to report it now?"
Brinda took a deep breath before speaking, "I told you there was an incident he had with my daughter. Last night we were arguing pretty heatedly, and Bella had walked in on it. Zac was yelling at her to go back to her room and when she didn't... he went after her. That's when I decided that she couldn't live like this. I couldn't put her through that suffering."
It hurt my heart and soul to hear her go into a bit of detail about that incident. Mr. Dubois was surely going to get as many years as I could give him. After about another hour of discussing her case we hugged, she thanked me once more and we said our goodbyes. I knew deep down how hard it would be to get this case any serious attention but with her being a very well-known person in Atlanta it would give us a bit of a push.
I hated that she had to be known by a crowd of people in order to get a case like hers some real attention. We said our goodbyes and I gave her a hug, something I usually never do with clients. She left and I did as well a few minutes afterwards, since technically I didn't have to be in today.
I went home and studied her case, putting my phone on silent and listening to music. I seem to get more work done when I have music playing and nowhere to be, so I took the opportunity. Brinda's case was going to be unpleasant to say the least. Her husband was a narcissist and abuser who'd do anything to make sure he didn't get time in jail.
I felt like if I didn't win this case then I'd be failing not only Brinda and her daughter but every other woman who has yet to speak up about what happened to them.
Over the next two days I was almost prepared to go to trial. Miranda and I had already discussed her court meeting that would happen in a few weeks. Having no other meetings gave me lots of time to work on Brinda's case. Mr. Dubois signed the divorce papers without a hitch thankfully.I was sitting on my living room floor, my computer sitting on the marble coffee table with papers scattered all over it. I was wearing a black silk satin night dress with lace and my hair was tied into a lazy bun.These cases were really important to me, so I spent every moment of free time I could working on them. I made sure to finish most of my paperwork for other cases so I could have quick meetings with them.I held the cap of the pen in my mouth as I signed a paper, requesting evidence from the prosecutor. They were going to use everything little thing they could to win this, so I had to gather as much information on their marriage and then them separately.There was music playing in my ear from th
Oliver and I made up when he got back home the next morning. He said he had gotten really drunk and went to a friend's house because he didn't want me to see him in that state of mind. He apologized for how he acted and told me he loved me. It sounded like bullshit, coming from a lawyer, but I decided to believe him anyway. He reeked of cheap perfume and for him to have gotten really drunk his hangover wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. He'd have to come up with a better lie, he married a fucking lawyer for God's sake.Today, I wore a simple dark red tight-fitting dress with matching color heels. I was going to go see Bella today so I could get her testimony, she was a prime witness after all and would be a great help to the case. I put on fake lashes and dark red lipstick before I started to straighten my hair.Oliver walked in his usual brown trousers and a red button up shirt. "Where are you going?" He scanned my outfit."I have to go and see a client's daughter." I continued
Why did you run you fucking idiot? Because you have a husband; a husband you love. That's why you ran because you are a faithful wife. "Shit." I moaned as he pumped his fingers in and out of me. He kissed up and down my neck, leaving marks I'd have to hide later on.He kissed down my collarbone to the exposed part of my breast. Alessandro yanked my dress over my hips and palmed my ass while I gripped onto the railing behind me. "W- we're almost at the penthouse." I panted.He threw my leg over his shoulder, not caring that someone could easily see us. He moved the thin layer of my purple lace underwear over. "Fucking beautiful." His hot breath hitting my clit causing me to suck in a breath. His entire mouth-A loud honk brought me back to reality and I rolled my eyes at the car behind me. He put his middle finger out of his window, and I did the same. "Fuck you too, asshole!" I drove off and didn't hear whatever else he had to say back. You are not allowed to be daydreaming about an
Why does my life have to be so complicated? I work my ass off but I still have to with not knowing what I want in my personal life.I want to experience a night like the one I did six months ago. But Oliver doesn't like getting tattoos, he doesn't want to stay up all night and entertain me in any way and I'm almost one-hundred percent positive he isn't what I'm into sexual wise.I grabbed my purse and briefcase before getting out of the car. "I love you so much, Oliver Smith." I took a deep breath, ridding Alessandro of my mind, and walked inside. Oliver was sitting on the sofa already dressed watching TV.I gave him a kiss on the cheek before going upstairs and showering. I honestly didn't know why we needed to go to a store when I have plenty of dresses here. After showering I changed into black shorts, a rolling stones hoodie and slipped on red Jordan 1's."Are you-" Oliver walked in and once he saw what I was wearing he furrowed his brows. "You know that paparazzi will probably be
Brinda's court date was set to the twenty-fifth, a week from now. We were both grateful and relieved that her case made it to court we even celebrated over a glass of champagne. When I told Oliver the good news, we had celebratory sex. I couldn't help but feel like I was, once again, stepping out on my marriage. I didn't want Oliver to be under me I wanted Alessandro. He was the only person I could think of while having sex with my husband.I hadn't even spoken to him since that night, although he's been asking to see me. I've been dodging him with the 'I'm busy' excuse each time. I want to see him, so so badly, and that's the exact reason why I won't. I've already crossed a boundary because of what happened last night, and I can't go any further than that. Not again. Stay faithful, I'd tell myself whenever I'd want to call him.I was getting ready for the lunch with Oliver's mom and to say I was dreading it was an understatement. Oliver's mom has hated my guts ever since we started d
Alessandro. He wore black slacks, a tight black dress shirt that hugged his muscles too well. He got out of the car with a serious look, fixing the cuffs of his shirt. "I think your opportunity to be petty just arrived." I heard Serene say and Rachael hum in agreement.After a minute of me staring and him not looking he finally did. His silver orbs staring right into mine with a smirk. He walked right past my husband, ignoring the dirty look and the people asking questions, and stalked over to me. "Fuck, fuck he's coming." I said, looking back over at Serene and Rachael."Just act normal dummy." Serene said."Act normal, Athena. Don't embarrass-" Rachael started but cut herself off. I could feel him standing behind me and that alone sent chills throughout my body. "We'll be inside. Alessandro." Rachael said, taking Serene, who wanted to stay and be nosey, with her.I swallowed the lump in my throat and looked at him. "Athena." Oh, fuck. Why does he have to say my name like that?"Ales
Time has flown by and it's now four days before Brinda's trial. I've never been this nervous that it could go south but now is a different story. Sexual assault cases rarely make it to court and when they do, they don't even have a full trial. Having a male as judge isn't helping my case either.I'd usually talk to Oliver about this, but he's been busy with his own company and whenever we do get time alone, he either wants to 'make love' or talk about himself. Serene is out of town for a while, with Rachael, and is very busy with modeling and disturbing her time with her girlfriend who isn't her girlfriend doesn't feel right.I seriously need to make more friends.A knock came from my front door, and I stretched, setting my wine down and pulling my crop top down. I wore very short black shorts and a matching top with white socks on, my hair falling down my back. There was a man standing in front of me with a huge bouquet of blue and white flowers. "Is Mrs. Escarra here?" He asked with
I took the short way home, trying to get there before Oliver so he wouldn't question me on all of the manly products I had gotten. I couldn't hide them in my car because we switch between mine and his when we're going out together, it would just be plain dumb of me to keep them in the garage."Fuck." I sighed, chewing my bottom lip while thinking about where to hide the bags. I walked into my closet, dumping all of my heels and other shoes out. I had brought Alessandro's things upstairs already so I stuffed all of it in the boxes, knowing Oliver wouldn't go through my things.I had a few minutes left so I hurriedly put all the boxes back and ripped the receipt before throwing it away. Having a sidepiece is hard when you're married. I changed into a pair of short pants and a tank top that pushed my breast up.Oliver's car was pulling in when I started putting up the things I bought for myself. I already knew what to expect when he walked in and threw his things on the bed where I was f