As I slowly woke from my slumber, a sense of carefree relaxation washed over me, only to be quickly replaced by a slight soreness between my thighs. Blinking my eyes open, I realized with a jolt that I was cuddled in bed with Liam, his strong arms wrapped around me protectively.
The reason for my soreness became all too clear as memories of our passionate night flooded my mind. Liam always woke up with a hunger for me, and I found myself unable to resist his advances, giving in to him completely.
Blushing furiously, I started to apologize and move away, but before I could even utter a word, Liam abruptly pulled me back into his arms, his voice husky with sleep as he murmured for me to stay.
Feeling a rush of warmth and contentment, I nestled back into his embrace, allowing myself to bask in the comfort of his arms.
Despite the lingering soreness, I couldn't help but feel a sense of fulfillment and happiness in his presence, knowing that I was exactly where I belonged.
"I like it when your wrapped up in my arms." Liam says further making me blush.
Ugh, I knew this was wrong. I knew sleeping with my client was forbidden but then I remembered my boss's words explaining that her Senior Associates and partners all did dirty things including sleeping with their clients.
I guess I was no better than them.
"I want your advise on something."
Liam's voice broke the comfortable silence between us, pulling me from my thoughts. I looked up at his handsome features, curiosity flickering in my hazel eyes as I waited for him to speak.
"What is it?" I asked, my voice soft with sleep.
Liam hesitated for a moment before finally speaking. "How much money do you think it would take to have a happy life with someone, without having to work and just living happily ever after? Like, for a family of four or more, maybe."
I furrowed my brow, taken aback by the sudden question. "Why do you ask?" I inquired, my curiosity piqued.
He shrugged nonchalantly. "It's something I saw on television, I think it's quite interesting." he replied vaguely.
Liam's question caught me off guard, but I maintained a professional demeanor as I considered his inquiry. "Well, it depends on various factors such as location, lifestyle, children's education, and other expenses," I began, my tone measured.
"Taking all of that into account, I would estimate that a family of four could live comfortably with around two million or less," I concluded, offering him a very vague analysis of the financial considerations involved.
Liam nodded, seemingly satisfied with my calculation. As the conversation lapsed into a reflective silence, I couldn't help but wonder about the motivations behind his sudden interest in such matters.
Another one of Liam's question took me by surprise once again. "Have you ever heard cases where clients ask their attorneys to increase the amount being sued for just before the trial ends?" he inquired, his tone serious and contemplative.
Feeling a sense of confusion about the question's timing, I nodded slowly. "Yes, it's not unheard of for clients to request adjustments to the amount being sued for as the trial nears its conclusion," I replied, trying to maintain my composure despite the unexpected nature of Liam's inquiry.
"However, there are exceptions and circumstances where it may be possible to amend the amount being sued for, such as if new evidence or circumstances come to light during the trial that warrant an adjustment. Additionally, if the trial has not concluded and a settlement has not been reached, parties may negotiate and agree to adjust the amount being sought through a settlement agreement."
"Have the amount being sued for adjusted to twenty million." Liam says shocking me.
I was taken aback by the sudden increase. Lying next to him in bed, I shifted slightly, my mind racing with questions. "Why the sudden change?" I asked, my voice tinged with disbelief, as I turned to look at him, searching for answers in his gaze.
Liam's response left me stunned. "I now have primary evidence that could conclude the trial at the next hearing," he explained matter-of-factly.
The implications of his words hit me like a tidal wave, and I found myself fully sitting up in bed, unable to comprehend the surprising and exciting revelation he had just shared. My mind raced with the possibilities, and I was left flabbergasted by the unexpected turn of events.
I pull the sheet to cover my top half, feeling a sudden urge for modesty in the presence of Liam's touch. His hand rests on my side, rubbing gently, sending shivers down my spine.
I try to stutter out a response, my voice barely a whisper as I struggle to find the words. "H-how?" I manage to say, my heart pounding in my chest.
Liam's blue eyes gaze at me intently, his touch making me blush as I look away, unable to face his intense gaze.
The weight of his stare leaves me feeling exposed and vulnerable, yet a part of me can't help but be drawn to his presence, his proximity stirring up conflicting emotions within me.
Was he trying to say that I could win my first case after all?!
Liam's revelation catches me off guard, my eyes widening in surprise as he speaks. "I have email correspondence and surveillance footage of everything that went down," Liam says.
A surge of relief washes over me at his words, a weight lifting from my shoulders as I realize the depth of his commitment to our case. "That's incredible," I reply, unable to hide the genuine happiness in my voice. "Having that evidence will make a huge difference."
Gratitude floods through me as I realize the significance of what Liam has done. With this evidence, our case suddenly feels more solid, more attainable.
Liam's revelation leaves me speechless, a rush of excitement coursing through me at the thought of having concrete evidence to support our case.
Without a second thought, I find myself straddling him, my heart pounding with anticipation as I lean in and kiss him passionately.
I could feel my heart flutter as I kiss him, electricity soaring through my veins and I wondered if he could feel the same thing I was.
As I attempt to pull away, feeling the heat of embarrassment flush my cheeks, Liam's firm grip holds me in place, preventing my escape. Caught in his gaze, I'm unable to look away as he speaks.
"Don't."
Then I remembered how much I had treated him so bad for the past few days.
"I'm sorry," I blurt out, the words tumbling out in a rush as I apologize for my harsh treatment of him. The realization of how unfairly I've treated him weighing heavily on my conscience.
"I was wrong to blame you for everything," I continue, my voice trembling with sincerity. "It wasn't just your fault. It was my fault as well, you never forced me to be intimate with you so I should live up to my responsibilities."
Liam's response catches me off guard. "Don't worry about it, Bonbon." he says casually, his tone betraying no hint of offense. I smiled at him for being so thoughtful and sweet, "Your words barely registered on my radar. But I appreciate the effort."
My smile falters, a mix of emotions swirling within me at his nonchalant response. Despite the relief that he didn't take my words to heart, a part of me feels wounded by his lack of interest in even caring about my words.
Bastard.
Chuckling sheepishly, I manage to respond, "Well, that's good to know," though deep down.
"I went to make breakfast this morning and noticed your kitchen could use some attention," Liam's words sting, a subtle rebuke that leaves me feeling slightly embarrassed.
I feel a flush of embarrassment creep up my neck as I realize the state of my kitchen must have been quite unappealing. Liam's blunt honesty is a sharp reminder of my neglectful habits.
Technically I was going grocery shopping this afternoon when I decided not to. My kitchen was practically filled with empty ice cream cups from sulking.
"That's why you should live with me," he continues, his words shocking me out of my momentary daze.
"No," I blurt out, interrupting his proposition. "I-I need to get back to working on the case."
Hastily, I hop off the bed, clutching the sheet around me as I try to maintain some semblance of composure. As I glance back at Liam, my eyes widen at the sight of him laying there in only his underpants, his toned physique on full display.
A primal urge surges within me, tempting me to throw caution to the wind and give in to desire. But I swallow it down, reminding myself of the importance of professionalism.
Glancing at his face, his eyes mischievously gleamed at me with no doubt but indecent intent making blush quickly looking away.
I slip into the bathroom, making sure to lock the door behind me. As I lean against the cool tiles, I breathe a sigh of relief. The last thing I need is to give in to the temptation of my hot, steamy boss and end up in round five.
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