Reasonable Doubt 2(8)
I opened my mouth to say sorry, but he continued talking.
“I’m not sure if I’ve made this apparent over the past six months or not,” he said, “but I’m not the ‘sit up and talk about my feelings’ type. I’m not interested in deep conversations and just because I’ve fucked you more than once and can’t seem to get you or your mouth off my mind, that doesn’t entitle you to things I haven’t told anyone else.”
I immediately unbuckled my seatbelt and flung my door open, but he grabbed my wrist before I could get out.
“I meant what I said a few months ago, Aubrey...” He cupped my chin and tilted my head toward him. “You are my only friend in this city, but you have to understand that I’m not used to having friends. I’m not used to talking about personal shit, and I’m not going to start now.”
Silence.
“If you’re not going to open up to me, what incentive do I have to continue being your so-called friend?”
He said nothing for a few seconds, but then he smirked. “Get in my lap and let me show you.”
“Is this a joke?”
“Am I laughing?”
“Do you really think you can just demand for me to have sex with you whenever you want?” I raised my eyebrow. “Especially since you just said you’ll never be that open about your personal life?”
“Yes.” He unbuckled his seat belt. “Get in my lap.”
“You know...” I looked down, noticing his cock slowly stiffening through his pants. “I've let a few things slide the past few times we've had sex, but I have to tell you...” I bit my lip as I slipped out of the car. “I'm really not into the possessive caveman shit.”
He narrowed his eyes at me as I grabbed my purse and stepped back.
“I think we need to give your cock a rest don't you think?” I crossed my arms. “You have a pretty big hearing coming up next week. Don't you need to save all your energy so you can be better prepared?”
“Get back in the damn car, Aubrey...” His voice was strained.
“Are you begging me?”
“I'm commanding you.”
“Did you not hear what I just said?”
He didn't answer. He reached out for my hand, but I shut the door.
“I'll see you tomorrow, Mr. Hamilton.” I smiled and walked away.
Liability (n.):
Legal responsibilities for one’s acts or omissions.
A week later...
Andrew
There was only one thing in Durham that held no comparison to New York: Court. The lawyers in New York actually took their jobs seriously. They pored over their research all night, polished their defenses to perfection, and presented their cases with pride.
In Durham, “lawyers” didn’t do shit, and in a moment like this—when I was listening to a young and inexperienced prosecutor embarrass herself, I almost missed those days.
Then again, I wasn’t paying too much attention to the proceedings today. I was too busy thinking about Aubrey and how many times we’d fucked in my office this morning.
We’d said our usual, “Good morning Mr. Hamilton,” “Hello Miss Everhart” greetings and locked eyes as she set my coffee down. She’d opened her seductive mouth to say something else, but the next thing I knew, my hands were in her hair and I was pulling her sexy ass against my desk.
I was ruthlessly pounding into her from behind as I massaged her clit, and when she collapsed on my carpet, I’d spread her legs and devoured her pussy.
I was completely insatiable when it came to Aubrey, and being around her for more than five seconds was enough to send me over the edge.
There’s no point in even counting how many times we’ve fucked anymore...
“As you can see...” The prosecutor’s voice suddenly cut through my thoughts. “Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, all of the evidence that I’ve presented will prove—”
“Objection!” I’d had enough of this shit. “Your Honor, last time I checked, this was an evidentiary hearing, not a trial. Why is Ms. Kline being allowed to address a nonexistent jury?”
The judge took off her glasses and shook her head. “Ms. Kline, as hesitant as I am to agree with Mr. Hamilton, he does have a point. Have you concluded with your presentation of evidence? Barring a closing statement to the jury?”
“I have, Your Honor,” she said, puffing out her chest as if she’d just presented the case of the century.
“Mr. Hamilton...” The judge looked my way. “Do you care to surprise me today by refuting any of the evidence presented?”
“No, Your Honor.” This hearing was a waste of time, and she knew it as well as I did.