Six Floors More Until Divorce
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Chapter Six
An hour and a half later, they reached their destination: the sixth floor.
They were late. But as they entered the lawyer's office, her hand laced with his, they could really care less.
"Mr. Preston has been expecting you," the secretary said, a little agitated. They were late; they were ruining her boss's next client's appointment.
Tessalynn just smirked. "We know."
Holding the door open for her, Dean let Tessa in before him.
Mr. Preston stood up and shook her hand. He was mad too. Dean's lawyer, Ms. Abby, wasn't pleased either. She had to cancel her last two appointments.
Dean just nodded at her.
"Now that we're all here," Mr. Preston said, sitting down, "let's sign these papers and be out of here. Ms. Winchester, you get your Mustang, 94 Wilton Street's property, the-"
"Donald," Tessa said, referring to the lawyer's first name. They had gotten that close? Dean made a mental note to either talk to her about it or go a little rough tonight in bed (hell, he had a woman lawyer, so he knew she was thinking the exact thing). And he had a feeling they were going to do some very interesting things that he wouldn't want to miss, "can I see those papers?"
Donald handed Tessa the papers. She smiled at Dean and ripped them in half. "Send me your bill," she said, placing the twin papers on his desk. "You too," she said, directing that comment to Dean's lawyer. She grabbed Dean by the edge of his jacket. He was all too willing to stand up for her. "We've decided to give it another try."
Leading Dean out by a handful of his coat, they boarded the empty elevator.
They had six floors, twelve miles, a staircase, and twenty-six feet before they hit their bed.
And for once that day, Dean was glad for staircases and elevators.
Because, hey: otherwise the neighbors might see.
Sorry, just had to add the last line. Lol.
Hope you enjoyed the story. I just have one more chapter - an epilogue.
Enjoy!