ONE NIGHT STAND WITH MY PROFESSOR/LAWYER

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LEVI'S POINT OF VIEW

My voice laced with venom and anger that I wish I could have directed at her as she stared at me, her eyes wide, her chest moving up and down as she tried her hardest to gain her breathing back, her hair a bit wet with sweat as she stood barefoot, her white painted toes looking good enough to suck on.

Of all the women I had to have slept with, and actually form a connection with, it had to be her; the one woman I cannot have. It was simply too risky. I pride myself on control, on order, on discipline. Every single move I have made, I made them based on my calculations, it was the most logical, the most practical, the one with the best outcome in case of anything backfiring...but there is an issue.

HER

She keeps crashing my mind, my thoughts filled with her; her soft lips, her thick thighs, her soft moans as she grabbed onto me that sinful night as I buried my essence in her, determined to leave my mark deep and far, untill I am all she sees, all she feels, all that she thinks of. That morning, I woke up feeli ng excited, elated, eager, to speak to her, to let her k now that in just one night, I have felt nothing more than desire, lust, and something else; I have no idea what it is..but I was eager to work on it.

The cold sheets beside me left me floored as I realised one thing- for the first time in my life, I had been abandoned by a woman...a woman I took to my bed. It was f*****g embarassing, and I felt even more embarassed as I saw her in my damn company, a student worker in my f*****g form, and the f*****g lecture room in the college I was to teach in!

It felt like she was God's punishment to me for selling my soul to the damn profession, as the most beautriful woman I have ever seen in my life was everywhere around me, but far out of reach, wrapped in nothing short of disaster and chaos if I ever made another move or attempt to make this more that it was supposed to be, more than I wanted it to be.

So, I decided I would ruin her for every other man, and I would have her reeling as she gives up, leaving this work so that maybe I could pursue her, and finally, we would have a chance.

She swallowed as she blinked rapidly, her eyes maintaining that wide look

"I'm sorry?" She asks, stunned, a mix of surprise, fear, and anger in her voice, but I simply turn to the woman behind her, the short, pale-faced woman who stood like a deer caught in headlights, her grip tight on her bag

"Ssir," she stutters, and Aurelia turns to look at her, a mix of relief and pity in her gaze

"Did I stutter? Next time you work with someone else, because rest assured it will not be anywhere I own, do not be late even if it is by a minute. A lot can happen in that minute, the world could end, there could be a natural disaster, your client could have the tables turned against him. You get my point?"

She blinks rapidly again, licking her lips as she pleads, but I just sigh and turn to the woman hauinting my dreams on the night I actually get to sleep, "I expect more from the star student, you really could not have shown up here first, you should set an example for the rest of your mates" Her eyes practically light up, fire in them as she stares at me, her eyes also as sharp as daggers.

"It was almost impossible for me to get here, sir. There were no taxis, and trains, I had to practically speed through the shortcut in that old car, just so I cou,d get here. Besides that, I think all that matters is if I only get here in time, as you stipulated in your email. As long as I am not in breach, it should not matter," She says, her teeth clenched together as she looks at me as though she wishes her looks could kill

It probably would if she concentrated more.

"All I hear is excuses, dear 'star' student," I say, my emphasis on the work star is not going unnoticed by all of them, before I move ahead into the mansion of the Deveauraux, a long-time client of mine.

The ambience of the mansion works perfectly well to hide the real coldness of this family, the evil that lurks behind the fancy gates, the beautiful gardens, the state-of-the-art Interior.

The only way I would have been fooled, was if I had not been in this businesss for over a damn decade. One of the maids rushed towards us, her hands held together tightly as she tried to hide her frantic state.

"Sir, they are all waiting in the young master's room," She says, her eyes as dead as her soul. I would expect it; anyone who has lived here as long as she has would easily die internally from the evil she must have witnessed.

I did not care, however, all that matters to me is the fat check I was paid. Like I said, I already sold my soul to this a long time ago.

"Today, I will be speaking to a client of mine, I expect all of you to not take notes, well, physical notes anyway, I will be asking every single one of you questions about everything, the files that will be shared to you by some of my associates will have everything on this case, I expect you to all fifty pages of the summarized work memorized before I am done speaking to my client, if you cannot answer my questions, or if your answers are not to my satisfaction, you will be fired. I do not entertain mediocrity, I expect nothing short of excellence. If you cannot deliver, you do not deserve to be even the runt of the litter at Vale & Co."