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Velvet
The floor was covered in crumbled paper and notes. A groan of frustration slipped from my mouth as I dragged my pen across another point. Gripping the edge of the page in the notepad I tore it away for the book's spine.
I spent the weekend looking deeper into our case. Nothing they said added up. I mean nothing. They already had money, why would they involve themselves in something so heinous? Deal and Baker both stated they weren't exactly friends. Yet they were photo'd together at numerous events. Baker admitted to knowing two of the five women. Deal even confessed that he and Baker knew all of them, but the meeting between the seven of them was fleeting. It made no sense, how would know Deal this if they weren't friends? Those are the holes our opposition wants, the ones they'll use against us and honestly as I delve further into this case the chance of winning were getting bleaker.
That was until I opened the file Shane gave me.
I've read the lives of five different women. Read their backgrounds, knew their dislikes, likes, quirks, and anything one could think of. I had no idea this sort of information was available. I had the lives of five women in the palm of my hand.
I tossed my pen and notepad aside to rub my temple. Calling Rick might make things easier. Another opinion other than my own was needed. Besides, I didn't want to message Gregory for help.
"Michonne!? Michonne?!" Through the closed door, I heard Sasha muffled shout. My body felt like led when I tried dragging myself off the ground. After a few attempts at getting up and sharp pain shooting through my back, I decided to remain on the floor.
"I'm in here." I shouted. I heard her shoes quickly hitting to floor before she opened the door.
Sasha held a white envelope in her hand. She blinked at me nervously. "What's that?" I asked.
"This is the results for the bar exam." She held it out for me to examine. "I just got it. I haven't opened it yet." Clearly, the envelope was still sealed shut; I turned it over, taking in the red stamp across the seal. I thought results took longer than a few weeks. Clearly, something happened for it to be released early.
My heart sped up. "Why haven't you?" I questioned, returning the envelope.
"I couldn't do it by myself." She shook her shoulders. "I'm way too nervous for that, Michonne. You should've seen me in my car. I was shaking like a leaf." This was a significant moment for her and she wanted to me to be there for it. I could feel my eyes well up behind the smile I gave her.
"Are you going to cry?" She asked me.
"It's just hormones, Sasha." I explained. "Are you ready to open it?" Sasha nodded. Silence settled in the room around us as she flipped the paper over. She paused and gave me an apprehensive look. Sasha just needed that little nudge. I put an encouraging hand on her shoulder. I understood the jitters; I would be in her shoes eventually.
"Okay." She huffed and tore the top of the envelope off, pulling the letter out. Sasha unfolded the paper and her eyes scanned the words in the paper. I didn't want to stare at the paper, this was her moment. She choked on a gasp; her hand went up to cover her mouth.
"What does it say?" I asked. "Did you make it?" I watched her hand fall away from her mouth. She swiftly pushed the paper into my hand letting me read it for myself.
I ran through all the scored finding my way to the bottom of the sheet. "154." I said. A wave of giddiness rushed through me. "You passed!"
"I passed!" She squealed pulling me into a suffocating hug. She released me. "It's not even close to being a top score but shit it passed. We need to do something."
"Like what? We both have a job to get to in the morning."
"I don't know Michonne, maybe we can go out to someplace fancy." Sasha took the paper holding it close to her chest. "Bob is going to be so proud of me. I need to call my mom." She jumped up and pranced out of the room.
Out of 200 points, she only needed 130 to pass the bar. I was proud of her, she achieved what she wanted and it was my turn to do so. After a few minutes of fill out the application and reading through guidelines. I had a date. Now I just needed to study. It was going to be a task but it was something I can do.
Sasha came back to my room informing me that she booked reservations at a restaurant. "So I'm supposed to go with you and Bob for a celebration party?"
"I'd invite Tyrese but it's a little out of his way and it's on short notice. Come on, Michonne, would you at least consider going. I know you have a mountain of work to get through so we'll only be out for an hour or two." The timing didn't concern me, it didn't matter how she celebrated, I would've been a part of that. I just didn't want to be a shadow between her and Bob.
"It's not that Sasha," Suddenly I had an idea. "Is it okay that I bring someone along?"
Sasha gave me a long look then shook her head. "Is it Rick?" My silence spoke volumes. "See, I knew you weren't going to play hate him forever."
"I never said I hated him." I dropped the subject. "You didn't even tell me you took the exam already."
"Oh, it was a surprise to me too. I had to take it a little earlier than I expected. They said something about system adjustments and error. I'm just elated I have that out of the way and I got my results fast."
"I can only imagine." Sasha stepped on a few scattered sheets of paper on the ground.
"Oh, sorry. What is it that you're working on again?" She took one look at the mess that was my room. I gathered a few strays, tucking them back in the folder.
"You know Dean and Baker?" She nodded. "I'm on that case."
"No shit?"
"None at all."
"Wow, this should be an easy win for you. All odds are against those men."
"It would be if we weren't the ones representing them." Sasha winced. She didn't know all the details of the case, only the ones the media chose to disclose, yet she still understood what that meant.
"This is big, Michonne. A lot of money is being pumped into this." She said.
"That's what I don't understand. It has to be something bigger than just two football players. Someone is dead because of this and I have a feeling Deal and Baker aren't telling the truth." I had my work cut out for me.
"Your good, Michonne. Remember that case Rick gave us? The one about the police officers?" I remembered all too well. It was a part of a quiz he gave us in our fourth week in his class. It was just a few lines about an officer who was indicated on drug charges. Trafficking, manufacturing, and delivery. One man, accused of it all. All of that and we only had one thing to work on. The amount of money that was poured into proving his innocence was far above his pay grade or any amount of money he would've made selling drugs. In the end everyone failed the quiz and Rick never gave us the answer key.
But I understood her point. Deal and Baker were hiding something. I needed to talk to Shane.
"Don't forget you have a dinner date with me tonight, Michonne." She reminded me. Of course, I didn't forget about that. Sasha offered me my phone after my fruitless search.
"Michonne." The warmth in is voice washed over me. After our last date, Rick remained an absolute gentleman. I might've have said some very inappropriate things in an effort to sway him but it didn't work.
"How did you know it was me?"
"Just a hitch. How are you feeling?" I rubbed my stomach.
"I'm well, and so is your son. I wanted to ask you on a date."
"Really?" He asked surprised.
"Is that something else that never happened to you?"
"Actually, yes it is. I'm having a lot of firsts with you. What brought this up?"
"Sasha got her results back and as it turns out you're a decent law professor after all." I could almost see the smile on his face. "We're going for dinner and I'm inviting you. Consider it my treat." He hummed.
"Okay, what time should I be there for you or do you also plan on picking me up?" He teased.
"Just be here for seven, Rick." Laughter made me feel warm all over.
"Michonne?"
"Yeah?"
"I'll see you soon." He hung up but I still couldn't shake his voice.
...
We stood side by side waiting for a waiter to direct us to our seats. Sasha skimmed through restaurant reviews and picked the most exuberant one she came across. I can't fault her but since I was treating Rick tonight this would definitely hurt my pocket.
Rick wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me closer to his side. He's been glued to me since I answered the door. I spent the better half an hour ensuring that I got this reaction. I slipped on a blue dress that molded to my body. After putting it on I just knew tonight was my night.
"Bob you know Michonne right?" Sasha said. The tall dark man nodded. He was clean and very polite.
"It's very nice to meet you. Sasha talks a lot about you." He held his hand out and I shook it.
"Does she? She spoke a lot about you too. It's nice to finally meet you." I can go on about how much she's raved about him.
"Oh, and this is Rick Grimes. He the law professor I told you about." I quirked an eyebrow, not sure what she meant.
"Mr. Grimes. It's a pleasure to meet you both." He said looking between us. Confusion was written on his face.
"Rick is my boyfriend." I explained. What else can I say? After all it was the truth. Sasha gave me a look as the two men joined their hands in a masculine shake.
Rick cleared his throat. "Michonne told me a lot about you Sasha. I know you two are close. I'm happy to share this moment with you." He was such a sweetheart.
The waiter came and showed us to our table. The building was lit with bright lights and chandeliers over almost every table. I ran my hand over the velvet fabric of a chair we passed. This was definitely going to hurt my pocket.
After we got seated and had the menu before us, the conversation started to flow.
"So Rick," Bob corrected. "Why were you a teacher? Don't get me wrong but you don't look like the teaching type." A waiter made his way around the table pouring wine into our glasses. It was already too late before I could decline. Discreetly, I pushed the wine glass further away from me.
"I guess I just needed a change of scenery. Besides, it's rewarding knowing you helped a hand full of your students." Sasha rolled her eyes. I wanted to laugh, knowing how much she told me she hated his class with a blinding passion. But Rick's answer was genuine.
"Cheers to that." Bob raised his glass. "And cheers to my beautiful lady for passing the bar." I picked up the wine glass just to toast the others.
"You want me to ask for another drink?" Rick asked after catching me push my drink aside again.
"I'm fine." I told him. Beneath the table, he laced his hand with mine.
"Have I told you how stunning you look?" He whispered leaning closer to my ear. I could feel the heat of his breath hitting the skin of my neck. There was nothing more arousing. I just wanted to climb all over him.
"You did when you first saw me." He licked the corner of his mouth, taking a small sip of his wine. He knew I was going to be on my best behavior, which meant no dirty talk.
"Well, I'm reminding you how gorgeous you look."
"I don't mean to pry but how did you get your results so fast?" Rick asked.
Sasha shrugged. "They never explained it. I knew there was a waiting period, trust me even I was surprised when the contacted me about it." Rick kept sipping his wine. This dress was beginning to feel tight.
The waiter came back with a tray of food. "Maybe it wasn't a large turnout. That can happen from time to time. It's rare though." I wouldn't have guessed dialogue between the four of us would come so easily.
"So, I went to this party. It was all white, not a red or black shirt in sight. I'm telling you I've never been so afraid in my life. It was downright embarrassing." We all laughed at Bob's story.
"You're the only one that showed up in a blue suit. What do you expect?" Sasha teased.
"I'm just saying people should let a guy know what certain dress codes mean, I never heard of 'snow white' before." We were on our last course. I was proud of Sasha and all but being this close to Rick had my body humming with need.
When his hand went underneath the table I expected him to hold my hand, instead, it fell to my thigh. Let me be the first to say. Pregnancy hormones heightened every sense in a woman's body. It might've have been different for some but I was feeling it tenfold. Bob was all coupled up under Sasha so I knew what that meant.
"Are you enjoying yourself?" I dug my fork in the red velvet cake before me. Making a show of sliding the cake in my mouth slowly.
"Um, of course. I like being spoiled but I prefer doing all the spoiling." He watches me eat the cake. His eyes glued to my lips as they wrap themselves around the silverware.
"So Michonne, we're heading out after this. Maybe to a club, do want to join us." Resting my fork down, I looked at Sasha. The last thing I wanted to do was dance in heels.
"I'm not sure I can handle that, what time are will you be home?" Bob whispered something in her ear making her giggle.
"Oh, I'm not sure I'll be home early." She giggled again.
Rick touched my shoulder. You can stay with me until she gets home. I don't want you there by yourself."
I wasn't even finished with my cake before Bob called for the waiter to bring over the checkbook. They hustled around the row of tables before arriving to ours. "I can handle myself, Rick."
Rick tried to take out his wallet but gave him a sharp glance. I paid 150 for the tab and stood up on shaky legs. "Congratulations, Sasha." I gave her a hug and she blushed. We said our goodbyes and parted ways.
...
I had no idea where Rick was taking me. He mentioned that he didn't live too far from campus but I didn't know what to expect.
"I noticed you haven't asked me for help as yet." He said.
"I thought that was optional but I think I've stumbled into some trouble. I might need your assistance."
He glances at me. "What kind of trouble are we talking?"
"I think I can handle this myself but I need your opinion, Rick. How do I get Deal and Baker to tell us everything? You have experience with that don't you?"
"Yeah, I do. Clients always withhold information." I noticed that the trees were getting taller the further we drove down this narrow road. It was dark but I saw the shadow of a large building up ahead. "It helps to tell them they'd get the death penalty if they don't tell you everything. In this case that might be proven true."
"You use scare tactics?"
"It's always worked when I use them."
"Maybe I can get Shane to talk to them." He scoffed.
"Shane's good but he's not good enough." He muttered there was a hint of venom beneath his words. We pulled up to a little booth where he punched a few numbers on a keypad. The gate opened for us.
"I've read his files. He's better than good." I looked at him. "Are you jealous of him?"
"Do I need a reason to be, Michonne?"
"No, you don't." He parked the car.
"I'm right in saying what I've said. I have my reason for that Michonne." I didn't want to talk about Shane any more than I wanted to discuss Gregory. A hard reset on my mind was needed. I didn't want to be consumed by this case.
After opening the door for me he led me to a small cozy building. I heard his keys jingle. "You may want to watch your step; raccoons always leave gifts for me around this time." He smiled. Sure enough, I stepped over a few dark circles on my way to his door.
He dusts his feet on the welcome mat. "Would you like anything to drink? I don't have any juice?" He asked after opening the door, letting me in.
I've been encased in Rick's scent for the entire night and his apartment smelled just like him. I was in his personal space, soaking in every small detail. "That's fine." I tell him. "What are these?" I touched a glass figurine on a bare shelf. It almost looked like a bear. It was so small.
"A housewarming gift from my mother." He answered standing beside me. "This was supposed to be her shelf. She'd buy little trinkets and fill it up." I looked the rest of the empty shelves.
"But there's only one figure." I stated.
"She has a tendency to forget." He sounded sad. "Come on, I'll show you around." I followed behind him listening to stories of how he struggled trying to assemble furniture. I knew I had this stupid smile on my face. I felt the ache in my cheeks.
"You could've called a handyman."
We stopped in front of his personal office. "I'm a man. I know how to build a lot of things. How would it look if our son asks me to build a swing and I call a handyman?" I rolled my eyes. "Would you like to see my office?"
"I'd like to see your bedroom." I said bluntly. He took a step back from me.
"Are you sure that's what you want?" I sighed. I was sexually frustrated and it was his fault. He took me to another room. "I thought we'd talk for a bit." He opened that door and I was relieved it was actually his bedroom. Walking past him, I added an extra sway in my step. This dress felt too constricting. I could feel the cold zipper rubbing against the back of my neck.
In my eyes, Rick has always been the perfect mix of sinfully sexy and adorable. But I partially knew the truth behind him. I knew how his hands felt against my body, between my legs…
"You know Sasha isn't going home anytime soon right?" He shrugged off his jacket, resting it on a small sofa.
"Why would you say that?" He kicked off his shoes.
"Because it's the same reason why I'm not going home." He paused then continued taking his socks off.
"What do you want, Michonne?" His voice dropped and I was already gushing.
"You."
"You know you have this filthy mouth on you when you're ready." He tilted his head. "I'm sure you can do better than that." His hand started working on his belt. "Go on, tell me." His belt fell to the floor. The shiver that ran through me at his commanding tone had me squirming.
I want his hands, his lips, his tongue, his cock…
"I want you to fuck me, Rick. Isn't that what you promised or do I need to please myself?" I wanted to provoke him. I definitely got the reaction I wanted when his eyes got wide.
His blue eyes were drowning in lust. Tilting his head, his hands started working on the buttons of his shirts. He was awfully calm. But it made me even more excited.
"I'm getting the sense that you've wanted this for a while." He finished loosening the rest of the shirt's buttons.
"Jesus." I whispered under my breath. He was toned, had the right amount of chest hair trailing down to his pants and I want to trail my tongue all over him.
"Lay down." He said. On my own accord, I found the back of my knees touching the comforter. My body was on fire but I lay down. "That's why you wore this dress for me? Is it because you know I'd be hard all night for you?" I nodded licking my lips.
"That's mean sweetheart." My pussy clenched at his endearment. Rick turned his wrist over to release the watch on his hand. I wanted to run my hands between my thighs. Feel the build of wetness against my thighs; sink my fingers into the empty void that only seemed to crave Rick.
My legs were still hanging off the edge of the bed when he made his way between them. "I'm going to worship you. Is that what you want?" He started at my heels, pulling off each shoe and tossing them aside. His thumbs pressed into the soles of my feet then I felt his tongue. My body shook with tremors of pleasure.
I underestimated how much I missed his touch. He kissed his way up to my ankles then dragged his tongue up my leg stopping to my knee. "Rick," I breathed. "Take off your pants." His hand made its way into the fabric that was molded to me, dragging the fabric up to my waist.
I left my underwear on my bed; I was naked from the waist down in front of him. His mouth fell open but words to tumble out of them. Wanting another taste of him I took advantage of our position. My hand grasped the outline of his cock while the other worked on getting rid of buttons.
When his pants came loose, I wasted no time sliding the inside. He didn't protest, instead, he kicked them off. The sight of him naked mare me hot. He hissed when my hands went to cups his balls. I dipped my head down flicking my tongue over tip before engulfing his length.
"Shit! Michonne." I was loving the taste of him. The sound of his moans filling the room made me wet with need. He maneuvered us so he was lying down. He pulled my hips until I was settled over his face. I didn't stop running my tongue along the length of his cock. But when his tongue dipped into my heat then flicked my clit. All conscious thought left me. I shifted my hips away from him, trying to focus on pleasing him but he kept my hips locked against his face. Rick closed his mouth over my mound, his moan sent sparks to my clit. I couldn't help myself; my hips started rocking against his tongue. His fingers dug into my ass encouraging the movement.
I took him in deeper, deep enough to hit the back of my throats.
"Hmmmm," His moan was longer the time. Pulling back, my hand worked his shaft while my hips kept rocking against his face. Two fingers dipped inside me. Rick kept licking, pumping his fingers in and out of me. He latched onto my clit, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud with just enough pressure. At the same time, he curled his fingers deep inside me. It wasn't long before my head fell against his thigh, my climax leaving me boneless.
He flipped me over, his face hovers over mine. "I could eat this pussy all night." I felt weak, sated even. But I still felt empty. I grab his cock, stroking him. "Shit." He gasped.
My hand fell away when Rick pulled me up, making quick work of the zipper on my dress. I was glad to be rid of it. The material felt like sandpaper against my nipples. My breast was full and heavy when they bounced free.
"Please." I whimpered when he did nothing but stare. "Rick."
"Please what?" He questioned. Pulling his lips between his teeth his hand ran up my sides. They covered my breast fitting perfectly in the palm of his hands. "Tell me exactly what you want. "You have a way with word Michonne." He tugged at my nipples. "Use them."
I swallowed lifting my heels to his firm ass. "I want you, deep inside me. Fucking me until I can't move, Rick." He had a smile on face. I watch him wrap his hand around his cock. He slid the head over my nub a few times before, he slid deep inside.
"Rick." I moaned. He settled over me slipping his tongue between my parted lips. His hips bucked against mine while he sucked my lips into his mouth. He gave another thrust before rising up to his knees. "My goddess," I heard him say ask held onto my thighs and began thrusting into my tight channel. I was taking every inch of him eagerly, swimming blindly in the pleasure he gave me. I squeezed my inner muscles, watching in fascination as his eyes rolled back. His fingers dug into my thighs and his thrust got faster.
I was seeing stars, the feeling of him filling me was blissful.
He places my thighs around his waist and I locked him there. The only thing either of us heard was our ragged breaths filling the air and my moans. His rhythm was becoming erratic, grabbing my hand he directed it between us. But I didn't need to touch myself I was already there. I squeezed my eyes shut, my walls clamping around his shaft with erratic spasms. He groaned, coming deep inside me.
"Sorry," He said moving his weight off of me. I kissed lips, loving the swollen look they had.
"Don't be." lifting my hips I rock it against him.
"Michonne." He warned. He was already getting hard again.
"I can take more."