My Lustful CEO

Chapter 3

Kris POV

Finishing up the last of the Hendricks case, I look at the clock to see that it's about time to head to lunch anyway. If I was working a case, I usually have lunch with my client, but today my schedule is mostly clear. Jenny, my assistant, smiles at me as I exit my office.

"Hey, Jenny. Anything else before I head out to lunch?" Jenny has been my assistant since I have started this firm. We met when she was a paralegal and I was an intern at one of those big corporate firms downtown. Having left that corporate job, she works for me and has more flexibility with her son. She's one of the only people I trust with my schedule, so I make sure to treat her well every chance I get.

Though my firm is pretty small in itself, we still get a lot of clientele as I made a lot of connections and quite a name for myself when I was in law school and interning at major companies. We do mostly contract work with large firms with big name clients.

I specialize in divorce and child custody cases and only take two large profile cases a year. While I am sure I could do more, the way I form my relationships with clients and business partners means that I need to be more hands-on. The remaining cases for the year are more average and don't take too much time.

"No, you're all set." Jenny gives me the go ahead and I make a mental note to stop by a bakery to buy them some treats for a job well done on the Hendricks case for my team. It was pretty standard, thankfully. Some of my clients have the strangest cases, but I guess that's just a day in the life of a divorce attorney.

"Alright, I'll be back a little later than usual." I offer Jenny a small smile before leaving the office in Beverly Hills and walking to my condo for lunch. My office is only two blocks away from my condo so it's easy to walk back and forth if necessary.

Nodding to the doorman of my building, I get into the elevator and hit the sixteenth floor. It's not the top floor, but it still has a gorgeous view of the city. Once I get through the hallway to the end, I enter my three-bedroom and two-bathroom condo.

Once you enter, you see light brown wood throughout with white furnishings and a touch of pastel greens for decor. The living room is on the right while the kitchen is on the left. With the kitchen island connecting the kitchen and living room, you can clearly see Los Angeles from the kitchen with my floor to ceiling window walls. It's a decent condo and I am almost finished paying it off. The Hendricks case really helped with that.

"Come here, Luna." I call for my old miniature Australian Shepherd to come to me. I got her when she was about six years old, but I was with Ethan, my deceased husband, then. Now, she's about eleven to twelve years old, almost time for her to pass. She struggles a bit to walk over to me, but I know she is happy to see me. Setting down my purse on the island counter, I ruffle her fur to see that she is shedding a lot more today than usual. I will have to take her to the vet and see if we can make anything easier for her.

The ringing of my cell phone takes my attention away and I stand back up to see who is calling me. Keegan. That's weird. The case is over. Why the hell is he calling me now? Keegan is a nice guy, don't get me wrong, but once a client is finished, I expect not to hear from them for a long time. If he is calling now, that means something isn't finished properly. f**k.

"Keegan?" I pick up the phone to hear his loud breathing on the other line. Okay, so something definitely is off.

"Jessica went to London's ballet school this morning. I thought she wasn't allowed contact?" s**t. Damn it, Jessica. I won't lie. Out of all the crazy people I have seen come through my firm, she is one of the most persistent ones about her own lies. That just made it easier to win in court, but a migraine to deal with outside of the courtroom.

"Where are you?" I hold the phone between my ear and shoulder while I go to the fridge and take out a bottle of Powerade.

"Home." His voice seems nervous about something.

"I just went for lunch, but I'll head to your place now. We will work it out." I reassure him as I drum on the counter with my fingers. Something isn't right here. The court order was very clear. Why would Jessica risk prison time for this? Maybe she's crazier than I thought. Money drives people insane around here. It is LA after all.

Before I can think about it anymore, I get another phone call. I roll my eyes at the caller ID and let it ring to voicemail. Andrew is getting more persistent by the second. I went out with him once after Ethan died and now he thinks he owns me or something. It wasn't even a good date. He flaunted how good he was doing in his corporate law firm and then tried to hook up, which I thankfully dodged.

I know what you are thinking. If he bothers me this much, why don't I just block him? I wish it were that simple. Andrew and I have known each other since our undergraduate years and he went to Stanford for law school. Cutting him off would be snipping off a business connection I may need in the future. Every now and then I will pick up to say hi and then politely decline his offer to dinner. One of these days he may take the hint, but now I feel like he's straying.

Before I am even out the door, his caller ID pops up yet again. Seriously, if I didn't answer the first time, you would think he would just leave a voicemail or a text, but no. He has to speak to me personally. f**k.

"Hi, Andrew. I can't talk right now. I'm on my way to a client."

"I'll make this quick then." Yet again, I roll my eyes. I can practically feel another migraine coming in. "Kris, it's been five years. Ethan would want you to move on. Let me come over tonight, I'll show you a good time."

"No, Andrew." I breathe in deeply and then out again so I don't go full on b***h with him. "I appreciate the offer, but I am just not interested."

"That's because you haven't have good d**k in you in a long time and I can change that." I stop in my tracks. Is this man for real?

"Seriously, Andrew?" Shaking my head, I finally get to the hallway to my door and open it to see Andrew standing in my doorway. You have got to be kidding me. I do not have time for this.

"Hi, Kris." He snickers at me, but he doesn't exactly meet my eyes. Instead, his eyes run through my body predatorily like he's about to devour me. I fold my arms at him which only causes him to be more excited because my breasts are now more accented in his direction.

"Andrew, you have to stop showing up like this." I nudge him out of the way and lock the door behind me. Everyone nowadays uses a pinpad, so I have one as well, but I am careful of who has access to my condo. Andrew only knows where I live because he followed me home one day from the firm. I definitely will have to be more careful about that.

"Come on, Kris. You won't answer my calls and ignore my texts. What else am I supposed to do?" He fights with me about this as we both get onto the elevator and head down.

"Andrew, you're a lawyer too. I am sure you understand how busy we can get, especially with our type of clients." Sadly enough, Andrew and I are in the same field of law. Though his corporate firm usually likes to be in the limelight in all their cases, I prefer to stay low key. His company offered me that job first and I knew I was their first choice with the healthy salary and benefits package they offered me, but I declined and started a private practice and contracted my work.

Having worked with various corporate firms and clients through my summer internships, I was able onto build some meaningful relationships that allow me to still take care of their clients, but on my terms. This way, no one could have the final say but me. Andrew doesn't know that I beat him out for that position, but I'm not going to burst his pretty little bubble now.

"But even I know how to return a call, Kris." He gets serious with me, or as serious as he can be.

"Why are you so persistent about going out anyway? Our last date wasn't exactly memorable." It pains my heart just mentioning it. Trying to get over Ethan at the time, it was just too soon and too much. I have accepted that I got my one soulmate and I lost him. You don't get another love like that again in this lifetime, so why bother with the dating scene?

"Who said anything about going out?" He snickers a bit at me. "Celibasy all these years must make your p***y yearn to be fucked." I ignore his remarks.

"You're right." If he wants to play, let's play. "It does, but unfortunately, it dries up thinking about you." I snark back harshly at him as the elevator opens and I get out of there quickly and into the parking garage. He doesn't follow me down here, but I have a feeling that he is still stuck on what I just remarked at him. i***t.

I pull out of the parking garage to get another phone call. Geez, what do people want with me during my lunch hour? Making a right turn, I have my Audi S8 pick up the call as I make my way over to Keegan's. I hate that he lives so damn far away. I will have to call Jenny to cancel the remainder of my meetings for the day or reschedule them if possible.

"I'm on my way now." I say before Keegan gets a chance to say anything. "Got held up, but should be there in thirty to forty five minutes." Hanging up quickly, I make a call to my contact in the police department.

"Peter." I hear a disgruntled sound at the other end of the line. Peter is my high school friend who overcame a lot of adversity to become a police detective in the largest and busiest county in Los Angeles. His achievements have made quite a name for himself and he helps me out with some of my clients' needs like the one I have now. It works both ways, he will ask me for favors in regards to things against the law to see if he can find a loophole if they need to track down some asshole selling drugs to kids or something.

"Yeah." His husky voice finally says. I check the time, it's almost one in the afternoon. Seriously?

"I need you to take care of a Jessica Kender. She violated her court order to stay away from her daughter and my client."

"Text me the details. I'll take care of it now." Another disgruntled voice comes through, but it's definitely not Peter.

"And what unfortunate soul do you have in your bed today?" He laughs at me and I quickly hang up to stay focused on my drive. God, Peter can be such a player, but I am happy for him. He used to be in this really toxic marriage with his high school sweetheart, who I never liked very much. When they got divorced, he was finally able to be himself and find himself and I couldn't be happier for him.

I think that's why we get along so well. Now that both of our significant others are out of our lives, it just feels lonely and I don't think anything is going to change that, at least for me.