Lilah Morgan was dating Wesley Wyndam-Pryce. Shocking, huh? She's the queen bee, the woman who had everything. The brains, the looks, clothes, jewellery, a posh apartment, men lining up around the block for her and money. He was the guy who couldn't get a girlfriend in high school, played Dugens and Dragons in his parents basement and thought that books about math and science were absolutely fascinating. They were two people that came from completely different worlds and different countries, brought together by one thing.
So when Linwood Murrow said that he wanted Pryce to join them, Lilah was nominated to bring him into the company by his own free will. After she'd managed to pollute his brain with reasons to do so, of course. She'd been studying him for weeks before she finally made her move.
She showed up at his favourite dive bar on a Friday night, already knowing that he would be there. Mainly because she'd seen his car in the parking lot. She was dressed to kill in a short grey skirt, Victoria's Secret black stockings, lavender silk blouse and tall black pumps. She waltzed over to him, like a cat stalking it's prey. "Mr. Wyndam-Pryce. May I join you?" She asked in a sultry voice. He looked up at her, his eyes wandering over her body before going back to her face. "Um...o-of course." He stuttered nervously as she sat down, crossing her legs. "I'm Lilah Morgan." She flashed him a breathtaking smile and his breath stopped for a moment. "Wesley Wyndam-Pryce. But you already knew that..." He murmured before taking a sip of his drink. Lilah turned towards the bar and summoned the barkeeper over. "Scotch, 30 year old, two ice cubes." She told the man who nodded and went off to fix her drink as she turned back to Wesley.
"What brings you here, Ms. Morgan?" He asked her as her drink arrived. She picked it up and took a sip before answering his question. "I just finished meeting a client. Decided to pop in here for a drink." She drank scotch straight. That amused him. He didn't know many woman who could stomach the taste. "Ah, I see. I've been told that you're a pretty good lawyer." He said, attempting to flirt with her. She'd been here five minutes and he was already under her spell. She smirked at gim. "Well, not to brag but," she slipped off her shoe and ran a stockinged foot up his ankle. "I've been told that I can get anyone off." He had to repress a shudder that her touch has caused. "What do you want?" He asked in what he hoped to be a sultry voice. A smirk shaped her lips and she leaned forward, a little. "I want you to come home with me." His breath hitched slightly before he answered. "Right, then." He handed the bar tender a 20. "Keep the change." He murmured before standing and holding his arm out to her. She smirked and stood, taking his arm as they walked out of the bar, together.
Ever since that night he was hooked on her. She was like his drug, he wasn't satisfied until he was touching her, until he had her. She was changing him and he liked it. He was changing from a pansy assed girl into a man. He was changing into exactly what Wolfram and Hart wanted. But what neither Wolfram and Hart nor Lilah had predicted was that Lilah would fall in love with the man. He'd pretty much fallen on that first night, but he was supposed to be just a job to her. He'd guessed what was going on, and confronted her, asking if he was just a job, just a fuck to her. When she hadn't answered, he'd stormed out of her apartment. He found her on his doorstep next morning and they'd simply yelled at eachother for hours before the 'I love you's somehow ended up mixed in there. Next thing they knew, he had her pressed up against the wall, their lips locked in a fierce kiss.
It's funny how things change.