Hello all you lovely readers. :) This is my new story I've been working on. I almost have it nearly complete, I wanted that before I would post the first chapter. I hope you all enjoy it. Let me know if I should continue posting updates or not, they could come every day or every other day.

"This is all just too much for me, Ashley." She tells me and I roll my eyes. I've heard this speech before. Hundreds of times actually.

I get with a girl, we date for a while, we exchange I love you's and then suddenly my schedule is too much for them to handle.

I should be used to it by now really, but I guess I always see the best in people.

"Look Michelle. It's fine." I say and shrug. "I get it. My lifestyle is too much for you to handle, it's totally fine." I drawl out and smile sarcastically.

She nods and hugs me before saying, "I'm glad you understand baby." And kisses me on the forehead.

"Right." I purse my lips and nod as she grabs her bags and head out the front door.

I sigh and go to the fridge to grab a beer then flop down on my couch.

"Another one bites the dust." I say then hold my beer up in a toast before taking a swig.

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"I told you it wouldn't last." Jackson says to me as we enter the elevator. I roll my eyes at him and smile.

"You only said that cause you want me for yourself." I tell him pointedly and he shrugs and nods.

"You're right. But come on Davies. I've told you once and I'll tell you again, you're way too hot to be wasting your beauty on one sex. I say live it up a little. Venture out." He says seriously, using hand gestures to get his point across.

Jackson has been trying to get in my pants since the moment I met him on our first day of Law School and although I turned him down, we've been friends ever since. Jackson isn't bad on the eyes either. His 6'5 frame towers over my tiny 5'6 frame. He has green eyes and short black hair that accents his perfectly shaped face. But... I love girls.

"Never gonna happen." I assure him.

"But-"

"Jackson. I loves the pussy and the pussy only. Got it?!" I say sternly and he nods as the elevator dings signaling that we've reached our floor.

"You break my heart Davies." He tells me putting his hand over his heart and smiling.

"I break a lot of hearts." I smile as I walk in the other direction towards my office.

"Good morning Ms. Davies, can I get you a coffee or espresso?" Madison, my secretary asks me.

"A coffee would be marvelous, thank you Madison." I tell her and she nods and smiles.

"Oh, ADA Russell called, he wants to know if you're still on for golf this weekend, Michelle called but she didn't leave a message, and Judge Hallawell called and said that she's going to have to cancel dinner tonight but will call you tomorrow to reschedule." She finishes, handing me my mail and messages.

"Thank you Madison." I say then head into my office. I contemplate calling Michelle but think better of it. I mean, she just broke up with me last night. What could she possibly want not even twenty-four hours later. I take a seat behind my desk and grab and file from the stack of them on my desk.

"Here's your coffee Ms. Davies." Madison says and places the coffee on my desk.

"Thanks." I smile and she nods before exiting my office.

In case you're wondering. No, Madison and I haven't slept together. Okay, once it almost happened after an office party but we were both really drunk and clearly out of our minds but we came to our senses and realized how extremely bad of an idea it was and promptly proceeded to get dressed.

We haven't spoken about it since that day, two years ago.

It's hard enough being the only female attorney in a predominately male oriented field without having all your co-workers thinking you'll fuck anything that moves.

I work at Dean & Keller by the way. The most prestigious law firm... well on the entire west coast. We take on the most high-profile cases. Usually celebrities and people with a shit load of cash to spend on an attorney that will almost always get them off the hook.

Yeah, we're those people.

The people that get people like Lindsey Lohan out of jail and back on the street to do more dumb shit to get locked back up and need us again... it's a vicious cycle really.

But it took me almost a year to get in here. And almost three years after that to become as successful and respected as I am.

So I definitely wouldn't do anything to jeopardize that.

And being what people call a California dime probably does more harm for me than it does good. Most people just see me as a pretty face rather than actual attorney who went to law school, graduated a year early and passed the bar with flying colors.

On the first try, might I add.

But no.

To these guys, I'm the 5'6 brunette with a nice face and a smoking body.

It's only when I open my mouth and speak that they understand I'm not fucking around. I mean business.

After looking through a few files on my desk of cases that I'm thinking of taking on, I whip out my blackberry and send Scott an email letting him know that we are definitely still on for golf this weekend.

"Ms. Davies you have company." Madison tells me through the phones intercom.

"Okay thank you, send them in." I press the button and tell her. A few seconds later a petite brown-haired girl appears in my office.

I motion for her to take a seat and she does. "How can I help you?" I ask the girl who looks at me with a conflicted expression. "Are you in some kind of trouble? Do you need representation?" I ask her and she shakes her head. Well I'm confused.

"It's actually um... my friend." She speaks up after a moment.

"Okay." I say and wait for her to continue.

"She's being blamed for something she didn't do." She shakes her head and looks down.

"Has your friend been taken into custody?" I ask and she nods. "Has she been arraigned?" I ask and she looks at me confused. I think of a way to say it so she can understand. "Has she gone to court at all yet?" I ask and she shakes her head no.

"She just got arrested last night."

"Has bail been set?" I ask and she nods.

"Three hundred thousand." She tells me.

"I see." I nod.

"I um... I got your information from a family friend. I heard you were the best lawyer in California and I... she needs the best." The girl nods firmly to stress her point.

"I didn't get your name, I'm sorry." I realize that we had not exchanged pleasantries.

"I'm Kyla Woods." She sticks out her hand for me to shake.

"Ashley Davies, but I'm sure you already are aware of that." I smile as we release each others hands. "So Ms. Woods, what exactly didn't your friend do that she needs the best representation in California?"

"Well she's um...they think she killed her husband." She tells me and I nod. I've done many cases like this. This would be nothing new.

"I'll take the case." I tell her standing up from my chair. "I'll have my secretary draw up the paper work and-"

"Um... there's something else." She tells me with an apprehensive look. Uh-oh. This is never good. "We don't really have much money, I mean she has money but it's kind of inaccessible at the moment, her being accused of murder and all, so there's no way to actually pay you until the jobs done." She finishes but I stopped listening after 'don't.'

"Ms. Woods, Dean & Keller is one of the best Law Firms in the country...scratch that, we are the best and it's gotten to be that way because we win and we win often, But, winning isn't everything Ms. Woods, winning is nice, don't get me wrong, but getting paid is better." I tell her taking a seat back in my chair. "I'm sorry, we don't do pro bono cases here." I shake my head for emphasis.

"If you would just come with me to meet her, you'll see I promise. She didn't do this Ms. Davies, please, you're the only one that can clear her name for this. She needs the best and you're the best. Please." She begs me again and I chuckle inwardly.

I didn't become the best by letting people guilt trip me into taking on cases that will not put money in my pocket, or gas in my Lamborghini or pay the rent on my ten thousand dollar a month condo in Westwood Village.

"I'm sorry Ms. Woods I wish I could but I'm absolutely swamped." I tell her, pointing out the many files on my desk.

"But you just said a minute ago that you would take the case." She says pointedly and I smirk. She's not gonna back down.

"Okay, I'll go meet this friend of yours but if I go meet her and decide not to take the case still, no more discussion about it, correct?" I ask, getting up and she nods. "Let's head over there now." I say escorting her to the door. "Madison could you reschedule all my meetings this morning, Ms. Woods and I are going to go talk to a potential client."

"Of course, Ms. Davies." Madison replies and picks up the phone to make a call as I usher Kyla towards the elevator.

"Aye yo Ashley, who's the hottie?" I hear Jackson yell from his office down the hall.

"She's out of your league too, Jack, sorry." I tell him and he flips me off as Kyla and I enter the elevator.

"You won't say no after you meet her. I promise." Kyla tells me confidently as the doors of the elevators close and the ding sound tells us that we're headed down.

"I'll be the judge of that." I smile back at her.

The ride to the jail was quick and painless. Hardly any L.A traffic, almost like fate wanted me to get here as quickly as possible. Kyla drove in her car and I drove mine. I got here a good ten minutes before her and was greeted by a mob of media people. Why in the hell would the media be interested in a simple murder case, I think to myself as I wait for Kyla to arrive. Once she did we made our way through the sea of sharks and went inside. Kyla spoke with the officer as I answered a phone call from Madison about an important meeting I have this afternoon.

Whatever Kyla said got the officer to lead us into a interrogation room and he left to I'm assume, retrieve the suspect.

He came back a few moments later with a girl who looked like she hadn't slept in days. If I didn't know any better, I'd think she'd been in here for weeks. But underneath it all you could tell she was a beautiful person, incapable of committing such a crime.

"Ashley Davies." I offer her my hand to shake. She lifts up her hands, that are cuffed together and shakes mine.

"Spencer...Spencer Dennison." She says in a low raspy voice and it could be my pussy talking but I think Kyla was right.

I would be taking this case.