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Our story didn't begin with Once-Upon-A-Time, but rather with two very unfortunate words I hadn't meant literally.
The trial had been dragging on, and the opposing counsel was past the point of irritating me. Even his blonde hair, blue eyes, and drop-dead gorgeous looks couldn't stop me when he called out, "Objection, Your Honor, but she must be delusional."
"Screw you."
My outburst was warranted. Don't you agree?
The judge didn't see it that though, and he ordered the two of us to his chambers, where he unceremoniously locked us inside to work things out. Alone with the person who had become a thorn in my side, it didn't take long for one thing to became glaringly clear--
Ethan Miller likes it dirty.
The realization had me wanting to drop to my knees. All the weeks of pent-up tension suddenly seemed unbearable, and I didn't care about anything. Who he was. Who I was. The fact that we were on opposing sides. Not even where we were.
As he pushed me back on the hard wooden surface, it wasn't how wrong this was, I was thinking about. It wasn't how I could be disbarred for this very inappropriate conduct. It was more like, "Oh, my God, he's really talented with that wicked tongue of his."
Hey, I like it dirty too.
Little did I know the consequences of our indiscretion would bond us together forever, and not in the happily-ever-after kind of way.
We are two completely different people, and the whole opposites attract thing can only stretch so far.
Right?
***Please note this is a short story and a prequel to Sexy Jerk ***
The trial had been dragging on, and the opposing counsel was past the point of irritating me. Even his blonde hair, blue eyes, and drop-dead gorgeous looks couldn't stop me when he called out, "Objection, Your Honor, but she must be delusional."
"Screw you."
My outburst was warranted. Don't you agree?
The judge didn't see it that though, and he ordered the two of us to his chambers, where he unceremoniously locked us inside to work things out. Alone with the person who had become a thorn in my side, it didn't take long for one thing to became glaringly clear--
Ethan Miller likes it dirty.
The realization had me wanting to drop to my knees. All the weeks of pent-up tension suddenly seemed unbearable, and I didn't care about anything. Who he was. Who I was. The fact that we were on opposing sides. Not even where we were.
As he pushed me back on the hard wooden surface, it wasn't how wrong this was, I was thinking about. It wasn't how I could be disbarred for this very inappropriate conduct. It was more like, "Oh, my God, he's really talented with that wicked tongue of his."
Hey, I like it dirty too.
Little did I know the consequences of our indiscretion would bond us together forever, and not in the happily-ever-after kind of way.
We are two completely different people, and the whole opposites attract thing can only stretch so far.
Right?
***Please note this is a short story and a prequel to Sexy Jerk ***
