ONE NIGHT STAND WITH MY PROFESSOR/LAWYER

9

LEVI'S POINT OF VIEW

I could smell the tension, the desperation, the corrupt filth that is this family. Everything reeked of old money, not any of that new s**t, the oldest form of money. Rumor has it this family descends from a long line of drug barons, human traffickers, and more of that dark stuff, but like I said earlier, I do not care. Beside me, Aurelia's eyes are wide, as she blinks, her mouth slightly agape. "Close your mouth, you might catch flies."

She instantly fixed herself, flashing me her eyes, the brown pools filled with embarrassment and anger, as I handed my coat to the butler beside me, the ghost of a man whose footsteps were never heard, but would appear just in time as you needed him.

"Levi!, Good to see you, my friend," The voice of the patriarch, Richard Cavannaygh, says from the top of the stairs, as I climb, the grant staircase with the most luxurious tiles still feeling plush under my Valentino shoes, it was like I could hear the screams and cries of the people who had to suffer unimaginable terrors, just so he could afford these.

"Richard," I call out, my gaze as stoic as before; the old snake of a man was to be treated like you were dining with the devil- a long spoon in hand, and possibly a gun in hand, under the table. He is known to betray those he works with, it is only by my quick thinking that I have not fallen victim to his antics.

The son of a b***h was not alone, beside him was his wife, Kate Cavannaugh, the viper of a woman who could torment every other woman in her vicinity, as long as they did not outshine her. The flawless makeup on her face did not fool me; perhaps it would fool others, but it did not fool me. I could tell that she was bruised under the heavy foundation; the bastard beside her never missed a chance to put her beneath him.

The only people she could stand up to are women; women who outshine her, even if it was not on purpose. Her sharp eyes moved over to the woman by my right, Aurelia, her blue eyes instantly lighting up with hatred and envy as her lips pulled up in a snarl.

I should have known this would be interesting. My lips are in a full-on smirk as I get to the top of the stairs, shaking his hand firmly. I meet his stupid grip full on, his intimidation tactic would only work on weak men; I could take him any day. I tighten my grip on his hand, not letting go ntill I hear the faint grunt of pain from him, satisfaction filling me as I pull my hand from his, and turn to his wife. The woman with her eyes still on the brilliant star student beside me.

"Did you have to come with a cavalry?" She asks, Aurelia not once giving her the time of day, as she looks at the house discreetly, her lips not open, but rather pulled in a straight line as she quietly analyses the place, her eyes going over everything.

Ever the observant one.

"These are my students, the rest are my associates. I do not move without them. If you want my services, I would recommend you allow me to do my job without looking at my workers,ike they are gum beneath your shoe" My voice dripping with sarcasm, and anger as I snap at her, her eyes widen as she looks at me, finally taking her eyes off Aurelia.

Nodding, her lips pulled tight, she smiles as she gestures over to the room where my problem for the next few days is. I do not miss the way she winces as I pass, her husband's hand tight on her arm.

I do not bother to knock on the door, he would have to learn the hard way-I do not f*****g care.

The white room with pristine walls and floors was arranged neatly, not even a pillow out of sight. The huge, wide room is silent, save for the sound of the television as the boy with headphones on his head plays away at the PlayStation, his voice coming in between as he yells.

"Oh, get it together, man!"

This is the sight I deal with in my work, overpriviledged bastards ascing like they were not about to habe their world lit on fire from the s**t they pulled themselves into. Sighing, I walk over to the plush leather seats, which I am sure are made of raw materials specially shipped from Italy, and yank off the headphones from his ears, stopping his game abruptly.

"What the f**k?!" He yells, snarling as he rises to his feet, his short frame no match for my six-foot muscular one as he widens his eyes in anger and hate

"Who the f**k are you?!" He asks, still yelling, and causing a disturbance to my eardrums.

"Ask your parents who I am," I simply reply, before walking over to his bed, and sitting on it, the room now filled with my workers, the rest who are probably downstairs working with the press, who are probably already storming the premises at the moment.

"And who the f**k are these?" He yells again, his prepubescent voice grating on my nerves as I watch his parents walk in, his father's blue eyes alight with anger and embarrassment, a mix that was dangerous for the prideful man who stormed over to his son, his fists clenched.

On getting to him, he raises his hand, and instantly strikes his son, the latter falls to the chair, the force of his father's smack sending him over immediately.

"These people are here to clea up the mess you made, so you better act rught and not piss me off, goddamnit!"

He instantly rubs his cheek, the bruise instantly forming as he nurses it, trying to stop the bleeding.

"I am sure you know just who I am now" I say to him as he cleans off his jaw, using a towel, his hate filled eyes still on me "Now, I want to know why you r***d and killed your girkfriend, Anthony"