Filthy Lawyer (The Firm #1) Read Online Whitney G

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Erotic, New Adult Tags Authors: Series: The Firm Series by Whitney G
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Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 52699 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 211(@250wpm)___ 176(@300wpm)
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As I sifted through the assignments, I was further convinced that I would’ve remembered giving someone an ‘A.’ Hell, I still remembered the four B grades I gave with ease.

Henry Marks. Harriet Jenkins. Nicole Manning. Bryan Lamb.

By midnight, I was down to the final set of essays and wondering if this woman had ever taken my course at all. If she were bold enough to forge my words for a letter, another blatant lie wouldn’t be surprising.

I refreshed my screen, and an unfamiliar image appeared.

Final Essay Grade: A

Student ID: 786712

Impossible.

Confused, I sent the essay to my printer and refilled my glass.

I snatched it from the machine as soon as it finished, but it didn’t feature a final argument about a controversial Supreme Court ruling as it should’ve.

It was a letter of some sort.

Dear Frank,

You said that you wanted me to be honest about why I’ve been ‘off’ lately, so…I feel like we need to talk about our bedroom life, and I feel silly writing this, but…

I paused, tempted to grab a red pen and correct her atrocious grammar for a lesser grade.

How many ellipses does this woman need?

I crossed out two more sets before continuing.

I know I was a virgin when we first met, but ever since we started having sex, I’ve never had an orgasm. I know most girls don’t with just penetration, but I was thinking we could spice things up by watching some hardcore porn together.

And maybe, since I’m always willing to go down on you, you could go down on me for a change? (I know that’s not “your thing,” and you don’t think it’s sanitary per se, but like…Maybe we could shower together beforehand, and you could try?)

I knocked back my shot and smiled.

It was all coming back to me. I remembered why I gave this mistakenly turned-in masterpiece an ‘A.’

Just once, I’d like you to be super rough and whisper a bunch of dirty things in my ears while you fuck me.

Kind of like, punish me and make me say things only we’d know in the dark, but not on the S&M level (unless that turns you on, of course), and then give me a whole night of orgasms where I scream your name at the top of my lungs and tell you that my pussy will always be yours.

I hope you won’t judge me for writing this.

See you soon,

Elizabeth

Laughing, I read over it a couple more times.

I was certain she’d long dumped this guy and found someone better, someone who could give her the orgasms she deserved.

I scrolled down to her name in my phone, tempted to call and ask her about it, but I caught myself. I'd already made the mistake of calling her once earlier when she crossed my mind.

She’s definitely the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.

Shaking away the thought of her, I headed to bed, determined to get at least three hours of sleep.

FORESEEABLE RISK (N.)

A DANGER WHICH A REASONABLE PERSON SHOULD ANTICIPATE AS THE RESULT FROM HIS/HER ACTIONS

DAMIEN

One hour later

“Please stop,” I moaned. “Please make it stop.”

My eyes burned as I lay paralyzed on the mattress. Ugly and unwanted memories played in my mind, holding me hostage with every frame.

Sheets of flames covered the walls, blocking my escape. I choked on heavy black smoke as screams filled the room.

I tried to turn around, to run back and save them, but someone pushed me aside and into the freezing rain.

An explosion came next, and within seconds, every connection I’d ever had was burned to ashes.

The images suddenly faded to black, and I sat up.

No matter how many years passed, time had yet to heal any of the wounds; it’d only left them prone to worse infections.

Getting out of bed, I strolled into my kitchen and buried myself in this week’s case files. When I finished, I sent notes to my research team and drove to the firm.

When I reached my floor, Andrew was holding up two bottles of pink nail polish.

What in the…

“Which of these is closer to ballerina pink?” he asked. “The one on the right or the left?”

I gave him a blank stare.

“My number one client is demanding that I have this ready at our morning meeting, so your response is greatly appreciated.”

“You mean, your daughter?” I shook my head. “The one on the right.”

“I thought so, too. Are you here early to greet our newest team member?”

“I’m here because I have work to do.”

“Well, whenever you take a break—” He tossed me a folder. “Here’s a template and a few ideas about how your first few weeks together should go. I think this will help lighten your caseload, too.”

“I work better alone, Andrew.”

“You used to,” he said. “But I’ve noticed a recent and depressing change in you.”

“Thank you, Father. I’m fine, though. Trust me.”

“Okay,” he said. “When’s the last time you slept for more than two hours at a time?”


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