Violet's Seduction

Chapter 2

*Picture of Lucca Santos^^....isn't he dreamy??*

"Not guilty." Judge Morgan sentenced.

Just as a look of satisfaction crossed Mr. Santos's face, a look of utter disbelief, hatred and defeat crossed my not so worthy opponent's face. I, on the other hand remained stoic and emotionless although, I was rejoicing on the inside. It was a given but a happy occasion nonetheless. One more victory to add to my hall of fame.

The opposition lawyer, Mr. Harrison, although was quite well endowed appearance wise, was a fucking idiot nonetheless. He wasn't even a challenge for me. Manipulating him and trapping him in his own words was far easier than I thought, even my eleven year old sister puts up a good fight.

The murder charge against Mr. Santos was a challenge for me but the evidence given was enough to help me through. Nothing that a good evidence and a confident voice can't win.

"Good job, Styles." Christopher's annoyingly smug voice comes from right behind me, much closer than I would like. I turned around to find the said bastard with an extremely cheesy grin etched on his face.

"What are you so smug about? Don't you go taking credit for this...this is all me. You don't have to be smug about my victory, Christopher, especially when you were busy fornicating in the Bahamas with your latest Barbie half the time." I snapped at him. He did not do anything other than flirt with the associates on my team, distracting them from the main task at hand whenever he was around.

"Oh come on, love. It is our team work that paid off." He patronized.

"You were not there for half the time and the other half you were busy trying to get Madison in your bed." I stated monotonously.

 Madison who was sitting right next to me turned beet red and excused herself immediately with a very sour looking Jeffrey following her. Both of us paid no heed to the departing duo.

"But I was there for moral support! And plus Madison is hot." He just wouldn't relent.

I was about to snap back at him when a deep, husky voice, the one that has been haunting my nights and filling my days for the past week, beat me to it.

"Come on, Chris. The woman worked quiet hard for this victory. Surprising as it may seem, the credit does go to tesoro. Complimenti, gattina." His grin was anything but sincere. On the contrary, it was mocking.

"That is Ms. Styles to you, Mr. Santos. I will appreciate if your chauvinist self will refrain from calling me names in some foreign language that I don't understand maintain professional decorum."

"I will choose to ignore that. Though I must say, I did not expect you to perform so... well. The only consolation I had throughout was that Chris would be around the time of trial if you mess up, but you never cease to amaze me, tesoro." His smile never faltered but anger flickered through his already darkened emeralds.

He looked dangerous. A beautiful disaster in making.

Suddenly Christopher's ring tone broke our stare down, alerting us of his presence which we both had conveniently forgotten, as impossible as it sounds. He looked at his screen and I saw his eyes widen in surprise and a gigantic smile spread across his features.

"I have to take this call, excuse me. It's Ms. Queen." The last part was directed to me. A ghost of smile crossed my face. Although she was one of our clients, she was also a dear friend to Christopher and me both.

As soon as Christopher left realization dawned on me, the courtroom was empty and the only person that was blocking my way to the exit was a chauvinist ass with an ego worse than Hitler himself.