Free Confessions of a Litigation God: A Legal Affairs Full Length Erotic Novel by Sawyer Bennett

I’ll
be hitting up One Night Only soon.”

Chapter 7

    “I don’t
have any further questions. Thank you, Mr. Lancaster, for your time.”
Turning to the court reporter, I add, “We’re off the
record.”
    I push back from the
huge conference room table that could probably seat fifty people. We
are in a massive steel and glass tower that dwarfs many of the other
buildings in downtown Chicago, and I take a moment to appreciate the
surrounding cityscape as I look out the window and to the setting
sun.
    That was the fifth
deposition, and while they went about as well as could be expected, I
am utterly exhausted. It was a mistake to bring Mac. I know I
promised her she could come, but it’s stressful trying to
concentrate on this case and stop my mind from constantly thinking
about her.
    I was a massive ball
of nerves yesterday when we flew out of JFK. I had been sitting
there, waiting for Mac before our flight began to board, trying to
read the newspaper. I say “trying” because I couldn’t
concentrate. Looking at my watch every five minutes, scanning the
crowd… waiting for that first glimpse of her.
    And then there she
was, and my heart slammed hard against my chest wall in response. She
had her hair down in soft waves, hanging over her breasts. She was
wearing a classic black suit with a French-blue, man-styled shirt
underneath. Her skirt was tasteful in length, hitting at her knee,
but her heels were sky high and gave enough sexy glamour that I
didn’t fail to notice every other man in a thirty-foot vicinity
checking her out.
    The fact that she
was so beautiful it almost hurt to look at her, and that other men
were looking at her too, put me in a pissy mood right off the bat.
    So, when she sat
down beside me and her skirt rode up a few inches, causing my eyes to
involuntarily check out her exposed skin, which, in turn, made my
fingers itch to touch her, I was not in a good mood. She cordially
asked how my weekend was, and I laced so much innuendo in my answer
that she knew what I meant.
    “I had an
amazing weekend. One of the best ever.”
    I saw it in her eyes
the minute I released those words. She took it as truth that I had a One Night Only date, and she was hurt.
    And that bothered
me, which pissed me off even more.
    I wasn’t sure
what I expected her to do. Turn away in a huff, start crying, slap
me?
    She didn’t do
any of that. Instead, she narrowed her eyes at me and gave me back a
swift metaphorical punch to my nuts. “What a coincidence. Me
too. Gotta love that One Night Only. ”
    Remember when I
wanted to leap on her the other day, push her to the floor, and fuck
the silliness out of her? Yeah, well, I wanted to do that again.
Except this time, I wanted to fuck the truth out of her. Did she
really sleep with someone else this weekend? The thought had my blood
boiling and fuck if that was not a bit of nausea I felt rising as
well.
    But being a man, and
seeing as how men are probably at least ten years emotionally less
mature than women at most times, I replied, “Definitely love
it. Although, they should rename it Two Nights Only . It was
that good of a weekend.”
    Mac stared at me
blankly for a moment, and then I saw it as clear as day. Hurt
filtered back into those gorgeous green eyes. Yeah, I just hurt her
again with that comment, but a bolt of joy coursed through me.
    If I hurt her with
the belief I was truly with someone this weekend, then there was no
way she went back to ONO. No fucking way. Mac wasn’t the type
to give it up to two men. She had monogamy written all over that
beautiful face.
    The flight was
awkward, sitting beside her. Smelling her shampoo, listening to the
way she breathed. I felt almost claustrophobic. When we touched down
in Chicago, I couldn’t get off the plane fast enough.
    Luckily, the rest of
the day was spent with my mind engaged on the depositions. By the
congratulatory slaps on my back just now from my co-counsel, it’s
confirmed that today was a win for us. I