Laird’s POVIn the morning, I hurriedly drove Fenella to Gene's office. By the time we arrived, it was exactly nine o'clock."Hi, Laird, Nice to meet you," Jessy greeted, extending himself towards me.Perhaps he intended to kiss both my cheeks, but Fenella quickly intervened between us. Her face looked stern, her eyes fixed on him."Good morning, Jessy," Fenella greeted him with a wide smile, though her eyes clearly glared at him."Oh, geez, you scare me!" Jessy exclaimed irritably."Hi, Jessy!" I chuckled."Come on, follow me. Alan's waiting in his office. Do you have the documents?" Jessy asked, turning to walk up the stairs."Yes. They're printed and paid for," Fenella replied."Are you ready to sign them today?" Jessy asked with giggles."Yes, I trust you completely, Jessy. Don't disappoint me," she said, wagging her finger in front of Jessy's face."No, darling. I've always been able to satisfy you in these seven years," Jessy laughed. He glanced at me and laughed again. "Of cour
Fenella’s POVI followed Laird's steps as he descended to the ground floor of Gene's office building. Once we were far enough from Alan's hearing range, I coyly linked my arm with Laird's."You seemed quite tense with Alan. Are you still jealous of him?" I asked."No. It seems he clearly prefers super-sexy men," he scoffed."Do you think John is sexier than me?" I asked curiously.Laird turned his head toward me with a chuckle. Then he gently pinched my nose, causing me to widen my eyes. Luckily, my nose was natural; if he did that to Kiara, she would have screamed as her plastic bones shifted."In my opinion, you are far sexier than any man or woman in this world," he said, embracing my shoulders."You smooth talker," I said, rubbing my nose briefly."Only a man in love," he whispered in my ear.Listening to Laird's words, I immediately felt my face heat up with embarrassment. My heart raced, and a wide smile spread across my face. Gosh, I was truly smitten with him.We arrived next
Fenella’s POV"Why was your face gloomy?" Jessy asked."It's nothing," I replied."This morning, you signed a contract as Gene's main model. You got Oscar de Ragetti as your first client for the entire fashion brand and his clubs. Just an hour ago, you secured a second client for a cosmetics collaboration," he asked quickly."What else is bothering you?" he asked irritably.I just shook my head and hugged my knees to my chest. It was already 8 p.m. tonight, but Laird had only responded to my messages briefly, seeming reluctant to communicate with me again. Slowly, my tears started to flow, and I could only bury my face in my knees.Seeing my tears, Jessy immediately sat beside me on the couch. He put his arm around my shoulder and rubbed my back, which jerked with each sob."What's really going on? Tell me," Jessy coaxed softly.After holding it in all day, I couldn't contain my sadness anymore. I let my tears flow after waiting so long for a message from Laird. Now, I felt thankful t
Fenella’s POVI pulled Laird's body closer into my embrace. We walked slowly towards the main bedroom at the end of the hallway. Once we reached his room, I immediately pushed him to lie flat on the bed."Are we going for oral?" he asked with bated breath as I took off his shorts."Yes, that's one of them," I said as I removed his boxers."I have lube if you need it," he grinned, and I narrowed my eyes."Ah, so is this your method during phone sex?" I teased him with a tickle."Don't judge me because you're the one who made me use that almost expired lube," he said, handing me the tube of lubricant."So, you've had this for a long time? Tell me, who were you thinking of when you used it?" I asked as I squeezed a bit onto my palm."It doesn't matter. Just for fun while watching a website, urgh!" His body tensed as I started applying the cold liquid to both of his balls."Hm, is that Charlotte McMillian?" I asked before licking the tip of his rising erection."As I said," Laird held his
Fenella’s POVThree weeks later…I sat in the long chair again with Jessy, Mike, Alan, and Laird. This time the courtroom was packed with journalists jotting notes in their notepads. Cameras were prohibited, and filming with phones was also forbidden."You look tense," Laird asked me."How could I not be tense? You said this prosecutor is famous," I whispered back.From a distance, I noticed the figure of an old man with a full head of silver hair. Such men were often referred to as silver foxes, with their whitened hair yet still energetic bodies.What did an experienced prosecutor like him want, anyway? Why bother with such a minor case?Laird himself didn't understand why a veteran prosecutor like that would handle such a small case. He suspected that Prosecutor Golden's presence was closely tied to Laird's father."All rise!" The bailiff's voice rang out as Judge Brown entered the room.We all stood up, and I gently squeezed Laird's hand beside me. My heart was pounding uncontroll
Laird’s POV"Have you gone mad?" I growled under my breath.Alan and I moved to a secluded corner of the empty hallway behind the courtroom. My eyes flared as I stared at Alan's face, still seeming to view this trial as mere play."Laird, read the prosecutor's charges to me again. Read them aloud right in front of my face," he said, pointing to the papers I held in my hand."What's your problem with that?" I asked irritably."Don't you realize the prosecutor is playing games with us? Read through all his charges carefully!" Alan raised his voice."You don't need to tell me to read aloud as if I were a child. I remember perfectly well what's in there." I clenched my fist and squeezed the papers tightly."If you've already read it, why are you telling me to plead guilty to everything?" "Because that's what you want. You were the one who said at the precinct that you would bear all the punishments for her. Did you hit your head and get amnesia?" I furrowed my brow."Yes, but I didn't ex
Fenella’s POVI stared at the two men standing in the defendant's place. Laird's face looked stern, his eyes squinting at Alan, while Alan appeared worried. Opposite them, Prosecutor Golden, standing behind the prosecutor's table, now wore a smug smile."What's your answer, Mr. Schmidt?" Judge Brown asked impatiently.Everyone whispered anxiously, waiting for Alan's response. I glanced at Jessy, and we exchanged nervous looks. It never occurred to me that Alan would change his mind at the last moment. But apparently, it could happen!"Your Honor, I—" Alan's voice caught in his throat: "I plead guilty."My eyes widened as I heard Alan finish his sentence, followed immediately by a sigh of relief. Reporters scribbled notes, Jessy breathed a sigh of relief, and so did Laird. I felt drained and held Jessy's hand tighter. Both of us smiled broadly."Everything will be fine," Jessy whispered to me."Thank you, Jessy," I whispered back.Upon hearing Alan's answer, Judge Brown also seemed rel
Fenella’s POVIt turned out that all copies of the contract documents for Gene and the talents were ready. Laird already had an appointment to meet with his paralegal at the office to pick up all the documents.Coming to Laird's office? Of course, I wouldn't miss this opportunity!"Are you sure you won't be late?" Laird asked me."It's okay; don't worry. Today, I only have a scheduled appointment at 1 p.m. for a treatment at the sponsor's clinic," I replied."Are you sick?" he asked."No." I chuckled softly upon hearing the question. "It's a skin and beauty clinic," I said, blushing."But you're already beautiful," he fr