Okay here you go chapter 2 and first time I write Will in 1st person. So yeah please bare with me. It is dedicated to my two Monis. Monis for AW like one of them once said. One of them because she helps me write this. Without her it would be a mess. I own this chapter so much to her... she is really kicking my ass so if you like this one it is thanked to her...

The other for the soundtrack to this chapter. (Go search for Alicia/Will and the song title of this chapter and enjoy her video)

also another thanks goes to Steffi and to Sab that helped me come up with some tweeking for this one...

And a special thank you to someone very dear to me a frien who will never be forgotten!

I don't own the good wife or AW would be making babies instead of war.

Also i would like to thank you all for all the amazing reviews i recieved... the number and yoru words completely amazed me... it really brought me to tears... why i hurried up and wrote this chapter so fast.

(There is another m-rated scene near the end that can be skipped like always)


Now and then I think of when we were together
Like when you said you felt so happy you could die
Told myself that you were right for me
But felt so lonely in your company
But that was love and it's an ache I still remember

But you didn't have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing
And I don't even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough
No you didn't have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records and then change your number
I guess that I don't need that though
Now you're just somebody that I used to know


Somebody That I Used To Know

I look around at the holiday party. We really had done well here, in getting clients and potential clients to come. Diane is charming a few with Kurt by her side, and I feel a pang in my heart. I wish it was me, I am getting too old to be alone like this. To be single at holiday parties or picking up ladies. Sure I have had my share of sex with strangers in the past and actually also in the not so far past. I have had more than I can count since I found out about Alicia's betrayal. After all sex is an outlet, and since I won't gamble again and won't be playing Russian roulette, sex had been the outlet, sex, sport and work. Beating Alicia in court was what I took pleasure in. Beating her and then going to pick up some girl I could fuck while I somehow wished it was Alicia I was with. Even though I avoided women that looked like her, redheads and blonds and one with pink/purple hair it had been. Never tall, and too smart for their own good, but brunettes, those were off limits. Yet these events like tonight remind me of the fact that I am 45 years old, alone, and that I must love a loathed enemy. Because that is what I do. I hate her and I love her, how it is possible I shall never know. And I wish it wasn't the case. It would make my life a hell of a lot easier if it wasn't the case.

"Will..." I turn around as I hear the voice. A voice belonging to someone I certainly didn't expect to see at my office party. Alicia's mother, Veronica. She is walking towards me, with David Lee. It unsettles me a little, there was something I for sure didn't know.

"Veronica..." I answer as polite as possible. I would prefer not having her or a member of her family here.

"I invited Veronica with me... I hope it is alright..." David is smiling at me, one of his Cheshire smiles. It shouldn't surprise me he came up with something like this. He is still angry over how Diane and I have not made him managing partner. So I guess this is some sneaky revenge. Though he hates and wants to crush Florrick& Agos as much as any of us he also likes a good game. Especially one he makes the rules of.

"Of course, I am just surprised" I answer, what else is there to be said.

"David and I decided to put our differences aside... that even though I knew of the split and helped out with the office buying, we could still stay friends. He is still my lawyer and financial adviser. And he invited me on a date a few weeks ago." Veronica explains as I nod. Her words makes me remember only one week ago and the heartbreaking earth-shattering sex with Alicia. I hadn't let her kiss me. I couldn't do that, her lips were dangerous to me and my heart. Sex was one thing but kissing her had always been something of itself. Kissing her was how I forever had conveyed what she hadn't let me tell her. So now kissing was out of the question.

"I see..." Is all I can manage to say. Somehow it hurts, that even David Lee seems to be finding love in no one but Alicia's mother while I am alone yet again. I excuse myself to them. Lee can take it however he wants. Like he has gotten to me or that I have clients to charm. Because off to charm some of them is what I go and do.


Though I don't keep it up for long, but seek refuge in my office. I need a break. The holiday season is one where you can feel the loneliness the most. It has never before been as strong, well maybe except for two years ago when Alicia broke up with me around this time of year.

"You didn't stop being polite." A voice pulls me from my thoughts and makes me look up from the case file and scotch I have found myself. It is Veronica standing in my doorway.

"What? Excuse me?" I stammer in surprise and confusion.

"I told you if you loved her you needed to stop being polite about it... an advice you clearly didn't take." Veronica explains, bringing my thoughts back to a conversation we had back months ago.

"It's is not... I am sorry, this is none of your business..." I answer her calmly. I don't want to remember. I don't want to think about election night and Alicia's scarlet lips I caressed with my own. Just before Diane caught us. I don't want to remember Alicia's breathless voice as she begged me to answer what we should do. I don't want to remember the heartache I felt when she kept rejecting my calls later that night. Even though we had promised we would talk. Even though I had been clear there. I don't want to remember the day after. Actually I don't want to remember anything related to Alicia if I can avoid it.

"It is my business when my daughter is sad and hurting. I told you, if you didn't stop being polite she would tie herself more to that bastard. And look what happened..." Veronica tells me, and I almost snort at her. Hurting and sad, I am the one hurting, Alicia seems to do fine, even now when her husband is facing hearings. I know that one is my fault and I know she has to wonder if I started the avalanche before or after I slept with her again. I did it before, but I will never let her know that. That I would never have been able to do it to her after having her once more. She is not the one hurting, I am, just like I have always been.

"You don't know the full story... you don't get to judge me here... she lied, she stole clients, she stabbed me in the back after all I have done for her." I tell Veronica, a little bit angry. I don't like to be judged, least of all for not fighting more for Alicia, I mean I have done nothing but care about her, want her and approach her when I thought it possible, back off when she told me to. I don't want to be judged for not fighting for the woman that cut me off and broke my heart.

"Did you ever once tell her you loved her? Did you ever stop to think about why she left?" Veronica asks me, making me flinch as I remember how I found out the truth of why she left. Of how I listened to those NSA tapes connected to a case, to suddenly stumble over one of her and her brother mentioning that subject, and her feelings for me. How she was in love, and couldn't stay away from me if she didn't leave. Something that hurt more than anything else.

"You can spare yourself an explanation Veronica, I know why she left. And it doesn't change anything. Other than I now know she hates loving me that much, that she will rather stab me in the back than give me a chance. That she will rather stay with her husband she isn't in love with and who cheated on her and she doesn't trust and is corrupt than give me a real chance." I tell Veronica with a deep sigh, my answer shakes her a little to my surprise.

"I... I... I thought you didn't know." She answers, suddenly unsure, and I shrug my shoulders.

"Well I do know... and I am not interested in discussing it further, like I said it doesn't change anything other than making it all worse. So I am sorry if your daughter is hurting, but I am done saving her. You can only love, save and help someone that wishes for it. And Alicia doesn't want my love, she never did. She prefers I hate her, which is why she did what she did, and keeps doing it. But I gotta give it to her, Veronica, she is strong. I never seen anyone like her before, she is the only one I know who is able to beat me in court in my own game. The protégé surpassing the master in some of our battles." I tell her, because it is the truth. Seeing her like this is complicated, as one part of me, of my heart feels incredible proud of her. If she was doing this to anyone else I would be laughing my ass off. She is using all the tricks I ever taught her, like the perfect protégé. The first time she beat me I cursed loudly because she used my very own method against me. The protégé challenging me to better my game which I had. The hate brain sex we had was incredibly thrilling and sent me on a high. One that also made me crash pretty badly after, just like the real hate sex we had did. Yet everything when it came to her confused me. And I wasn't about to open my heart to her again, or rather to trust her again. Because she was already in my heart no matter if I wanted her there or not.

"Will I am sorry... it wasn't meant that way... I thought it was differently. I want her happy, I want her to do what she wants not what she feels like she needs to do." Veronica looks surprised now and a bit sad. I can't blame her, it is her daughter after all.

"I understand but I just can't do it anymore. I don't trust her. I can't, not after what she did." I explain and she nods.

"I hope it is alright David is still my lawyer." She asks and I nod.

"Sure, I am sure he charges you..." I answer. Even though a part of me know it would be way easier for her if my firm wasn't connected to her, in case something with Alicia arose.

"Actually it was Alicia that advised me to stay here with my dealings." She offers making me flinch and snort at the same time.

"She said she wasn't sure there was anyone with her that would handle these matters as well as David..." Veronica offers, and I have a hard time not laughing. Well Alicia is right on that area. She is not the best at family law, and the rest with her certainly are neither. So wanting her mother well represented makes sense. The irony is that the representation is in form of my firm and the one Alicia is trying to squash. I nod at Veronica though.

"It is fine. I am sure David will be doing his best. Now I need to get back to work." I offer, and I see Veronica nod. She turns to leave but turns back around for one last comment.

"She loves you, I thought it was about sex for her, wanting sex, but it is not. She actually loves you!" She offers before leaving me alone and speechless. Wondering if some of her words have a meaning to me. In my conclusion they don't. I mean how could they? I have known she has feelings for me since hearing that tape, and it really is like I told Veronica, it hurts more. That she would rather stab me in the back than give me a chance that is how much she hates loving me.

I drown my scotch, the burn in the back of my throat is almost a relief, it is a reminder I am alive. I am strong, I am a fighter and I don't need Alicia's love or anyone's love really, no matter how lonely this time of year is. My train of thoughts is interrupted by a song about the same subject. They must have reached the part of the party that includes dancing.

The nights are colder now
maybe I should close the door
and anyway the snow has covered all your footsteps
and I can follow you no more
the fire still burns at night
my memories are warm and clear
but everybody knows it's hard to be alone at this time of year

Well the song got it right, the nights are colder now, and the snow has covered every footstep of hers. Though it is snow in metaphorical form. And my memories of her are still clearer than ever no matter how much I damn them. I focus back on the case. It is almost ironic. It is a family law case and I am only in on it because like David Lee said I would be better at arguing it against Alicia than anyone. He isn't wrong, and he is coaching me in every family law matter possible. He is even more right with this particular case as it is connected to Matthew Ashbaugh, a client he doesn't even know how much history there is between Alicia, me and him. Well Ashbaugh himself is dead. He died the night Alicia once again broke my heart, telling me she was back with Peter and whatever we had slowly started again needed to end. The night I feared Ashbaugh's killer could come after her as well. Something that was really just a stupid police set up. Now family was fighting over his legacy, and who better to represent the family parts than the law firm that had him as a client and the law firm that had once been connected to his case.

I want to laugh over the irony of it really, how I gave Ashbaugh to Alicia, because I felt she should have the big client, because she would be the only one I trusted the new one with. Now we were to fight each other over that very client's legacy. A lot like we were and had been fighting each other over our own legacy. Last I saw her was a couple of days after I had slept with her again. We had done the best to pretend we were nothing but strangers. It became easier for me to do when I saw that it had changed nothing on her side. We were back to the rabbit-hole so we fought, tearing each other apart like we do. Something I know we will be doing with this case as well. I mean some things never change, I fight her now the same way I loved her once. Soul-consuming, deep, hard, endless, like a dark ambush that is on the edge of exploding. I read the words irreconcilable differences and they catch my attention. I snort, great I know a lot of those. It is the often used grounds for divorce as well. Something else I want to avoid thinking of, as divorce leads me to wonder why Alicia thought that was so hard to do. I know she doesn't want to hurt her kids, I get that, she is a good person for that, it is something I always respected her for, and one of those things that has always made me love her a little bit more. Because of how she puts her kids' happiness above her own, that she is always taking care of those she loves. I only wish I had meant enough to her, that she would at least never have betrayed my trust and stabbed me in the back.

I shake my head trying to avoid the memory creeping up on me but it is impossible, a memory of another time another place.


I should have forbidden her to be like this at the office. How does she think I can focus on work when she gives debriefing the boss a whole other meaning? She is biting her pen, glancing over at me. Her eyes are sparkling with merriment. She is teasing me, flirting with me. And she fully knows she is getting to me. She knows I am already longing for her, and wondering how I can make the others in the room leave. "You are trouble." I mimic to her, and she smiles at me, like she doesn't understand. However her eyes are telling me another story. She bites her pen once more, and mimics the word "Sir" back at me, making me shake my head, as I look down at my papers. I will never get anything done as long as she keeps giving me looks like that, and she needs the help I can give her with Ashbaugh that is once more fighting with a neighbor.


I shake my head, I can't let this case get to me. I can't let it drag me back down memory lane of Alicia and our time together. I need to not dwell on her. Especially when I have to face her the next day in court.


And face her I do. She is in warrior princess mode, playing hard ball from the start. Arguing the case is intense like always. I hate her and her guts but she is impressive, she never cease to amaze me in this area. No matter how much I hate it I am impressed by her like this. Upping me, never one to back down to me. I have never had a match like her, and it's fun, it's the game. Seeing her play it is a pleasure in itself. To think of how she gave it up for 13 years because of that fool of a husband she has is almost insane. It is almost impossible to think of. And yet it is the truth, and that is what I can always hit her with, that she might be good that she might be the student that surpasses the teacher once in awhile but she also is just that, the student. The one that was out of the game for too long, that, age before beauty Alicia. And that is what she forgets sometimes when she faces me. That I have played this game while she took care of her kids. That I played it while she smiled and waved and shook hands in the company of Peter, safely protected from the world. And that is how I play her. I know her like no one else, I know how that brilliant mind of hers works. I saw it develop in Georgetown, and through all the study sessions. As a lock of her hair slides in front of her face I am caught in another moment where her mind was just as brilliant and her hair never stayed behind her ears.


I find myself staring at her yet again, as a lock of her hair falls down to her face. One she with a flick of her hair brushes away.

"You are looking at me..." She points out. I had no idea she had caught me. And I look down at the books.

"No, just checking, if you were done..." I point out, and she looks up and meets my gaze.

"We are in the library..." She whispers at me, and I look at her like I don't get what she is saying, though I fully do.

"I think the others that were still here left an hour ago, only you are insane enough to keep me hostage here this late on a Friday night." I answer her, and she bites her lip and pouts at me. It doesn't take long to have her pinned against the book case in the darkest corner there. I pulled her shirt loose of her pants and let my hands slide up her sides, caressing the skin, while my mouth explores hers in longing kisses. I use one hand to open her pants and slid the pants down and off.


I shake my head I can't get lost in memories of her, certainly not the Georgetown ones. They will do nothing good for me, no matter how it was back there that I learned how she worked, and learned every corner of her mind. David Lee is coaching me yet again in what to use against her, and that is what we do. I am exhausted as I leave court yet again. Knowing I will be back again soon. We are already called back in the next day as new evidence has been dug up. I am shaken by it I didn't see this coming, I certainly didn't see her having run to one of the judges involved in my bribery scandal once again to get a warrant to keep me and my firm form contacting the witness she had dug up. And even less did I expect the witness to be one I had once told her about that I had looked into and she could go there but only as a last stretch. She is smiling at me, her eyes glinting like she knows she has the upper hand. But if that was how she wanted to play she would get that. She forgot that I had way more inside knowledge of the case that I wasn't supposed to have than she. So I started digging every precious moment spend with her for things that would be used against her. Whether it was her feelings for me or things she had avoided in the case. Things she had complained about to me regarding the cases. I used it if it could be used. It unsettled her, I know. The moment I first did it and saw a glimpse of pain flash over her eyes, I knew I had hit her hard and deep. That I had unsettled her the most I could. I expected her to fight back to use same tactic on me and I was right. She did, she used everything she could on what she knew about me from our moments of love. She used my love for her turning it into a deadly arrow against me. And the moment she did that, I knew there was no way I would lose this case. There was absolutely no way.


As I left the court room my eyes flickered to her. I saw her hug someone, a girl. And as the girl pulled back I recognized her daughter. I wondered briefly what she was doing here. Why Alicia would have allowed her daughter to court even more on a case like this. It seemed very unlike Alicia. I saw how she told the girl something that made her walk over and take a seat on a bench close by as Alicia walked over to Cary. We only had a 30min break because the judge had gotten tired of our fighting.

I walked over to the vending machine needing a water or soda or something, and that is when a voice makes me spin around.

"Mr. Gardner?" I stand up and turn around to face Alicia's daughter, Grace, who is looking a bit hesitatingly at me. I have no idea what she can want, unless Alicia sent her daughter to do her dirty work. But I pull myself together, Grace is not the enemy, she is just a young girl.

"Yes?" I answer, still unsure what she could possible want.

"Could I borrow your phone? My own is dying, and I really need to call my dad to pick me up from here. I haven't gotten my license yet, and I came here post school because I have a mock trial in social studies. I would ask my mom but she is busy arguing with Cary..." She explains, it is clear she is uncomfortable with asking me. And I do have a brief thought of if Alicia could have used her daughter to spy on me to do something with my phone, but I push it back. Grace is 16 and clearly unhappy having to ask about this already.

"Of course." I answer and pull it from my pocket. Somewhere in the back of my mind I know it will also show Alicia, if she had given me the chance to connect with her kids and be her family, I could have. Grace smiles gratefully and quickly dials. I get my soda and get an extra for the girl, almost per reflex, as it would have been what I would have done for her mother in the past. I don't listen to what she says, but when I turn back around she is already done, handing me back my phone.
"Thank you... my mom won't allow me to take the train or bus by myself lately... and with the snow walking would be even worse." She offers as an explanations, she is hesitatingly, and clearly unsure if I even want to know that.

"You are welcome. Oh and here." I hand her the coke, making her eyes light up a little. Not that I can blame her, I hated when I was a kid and I a couple of times had to wait around at my dad's office or with him in court. Adults tend to overlook kids. I had of course been way younger than she is now, but it makes me feel a bit of sympathy for the girl. Everyone by now knows of the classmates of hers that have filmed her naked in her bedroom and charged money for it. Everyone that ever watches the news or sees the papers knows, they defend themselves saying how she wants it. How she has been flirting with everyone ever since the list where she made the 4th hottest politician's daughter. She can't be in the easiest situation, far from it I assume. Especially when one quick glance around shows me that every other man and a few women in here are in fact looking at her. Some checking her out, others looking grossed out.

"Thank you!" She smiles gently, and I nod. I notice how she smiles and walks back to her bench once again taking a seat, she looks lonely and a bit lost. I don't fret over it though and I instead start pacing as I drink my coke. It is almost time to head back in when I notice Peter approaching. At least it seems he had the time to pick her up and wasn't in Springfield facing hearings today. He glares at me and I make a mock salute at him. I almost laugh when I see him try to approach Alicia but her brushing him off with a wave. She is still deep into the discussion with Cary.

Grace seems to follow Peter out and I am ready to brush them off, I mean out of sight out of mind. And that is where I prefer the governor. But he stops.

"So what do I owe you this time Gardner, for letting my daughter use your cell phone? I mean I have by now learned nothing comes without a price when it is you." I snort at him, and I can see Grace is looking shocked, and annoyed. I am tempted to give him my usual come back, however one glance at the girl beside him, looking shocked, a bit scared and sad. Very much unlike her father, how in the world did Peter father two kids with Alicia? A boy I know is a computer genius, and a daughter that seems nothing like him from looks to everything. Actually she seems to take a distance from him even in this moment. I ask myself for what must be the millionth time, because trust me it is not a new thought. However her expression is what makes me back down. Again she is not the enemy and whatever I feel for her father or mother she doesn't deserve to witness.

"Nothing, I am glad you could pick her up... I wouldn't want my child to sit here waiting around." I answer, the last part might be a little over the top but that is what he gets for all his mess. I mean I saw the words like everyone else has about her being liberal with threesomes like her dad was, and it truthfully grossed me out that a teen girl would have to be labeled with that. Yes, I am no saint and I have been involved with more than one of those, but she is 16 and now has a reputation of a hooker loving corrupt dad, naked dancing and liberal with threesomes. Peter's scoff is not surprising, just like how he doesn't stick around for more chit chat doesn't surprise me either. Instead he hurries down the hallway almost seeming to drag Grace with him. I glance at my watch it is time to head back inside.

Alicia is questioning a witness. I can't help but smile, she was always good at witness prep and she has done well here too. I have to give her that. She is smirking at me as she turns around for a second. Not the flirty one she used to send me but one of competition, and mockery though her eyes are still sparkling.


She is half sitting on the conference room table as she reads over a case file. I catch the sight of her though the window and can't help but stop and stare at her. She must have felt my gaze because she looks up and smiles at me. Her eyes teasing like they usually are when she flirts, when she temps me. I know I will be texting her about lunch as soon as I get to my office. And that is when I see it she reaches down to her ankle and let her fingers slide up from there and slowly up her leg. She could just as well have been picking something up, or have a mosquito bite she is scratching. If others saw it, but I know she is flirting with me I know she is tempting me, even more when she glances up and winks at me while her fingers slide the rest of the way up. I gulp and pull my tie a little looser, before I hurry to my office, where I send her a text with one word. "Lunch?"

The one that comes back in barely a second only has two emotion-cons but they are enough to confirm we will indeed having lunch. Or at least I will be.


I am shocked, I can't be thinking of her like that now it is distracting too much, and I need to concentrate on what she is saying, especially because David is angrily glaring at me, and I know I have missed an opportunity to object, something I also know when she casts another quick glance my way. Her brows slightly furrowed, she clearly didn't expect me missing that opportunity. The next slip up she makes I don't let pass but object to, and fight her with. So much the judge calls us both to order with saying if we don't calm down he will hold us both in contempt until we have solved our issues.

I let her continue but tear into her again when she has another slip, and I can see her glancing at Cary. I am unsettling her and I am making it harder for her, which is clearly a good thing. I want to win and I will win, I will beat her.

I tear her witness apart after she is done, not even giving Alicia a chance to object, though she tries. I know how she works, and I won't let her get another word in.


When I leave the court room I am on a high and even David Lee can see it as he points out to me how we will win. "How Judas is going down". That is what David has opted for calling Alicia these days. I take the elevator down to the restrooms before leaving. As I wait for the elevator to return I check my watch, it is later than expected but I can still catch a few hours in the office preparing for tomorrow.

I step into the elevator and the doors are almost closed when a hand slips in stopping the movement and Alicia slips into the closed space with me. My eyes widen in surprise. For a second I am unsure if it is by accident or not, but catching her eyes, I know there is no accident. She is slamming the stop emergency button as she approaches me. The fire is glowing in her eyes. And I wish I could say she didn't turn me on but that would be a lie. It would be the biggest lie I ever given. Because everything in her always turns me on, her passion, her anger, her love, her hate, her eyes and her whole being. The hate brain sex we seem to always be having these days along with eye sex, always has me in some half-aroused passionate state. One that makes me in tune to her mind and every movement. It also means that I have had all the casual sex first with Isabelle the days right after firm break up, later with whoever came my way.

She slides to me like a jungle cat. I know her, I know how she works. So when her hands slam against my chest I also know what comes next.

"How dare you? How could you?" She screams at me. "You broke that poor woman... was proving yourself better than me that important to you?" She hisses.

"I did what I had to do... you set the rules for this game... I didn't!" I hiss at her.

"I went a little out of line, you destroyed a woman, a family... How could you... and you did it in front of everyone, her daughter heard it, her whole family heard it!" She is screaming at me tears in her mossy green eyes. Tears I am not sure if are from sadness or anger, but probably a little of both.

"You were the one that took it to this level Alicia. You were the one that made this personal, no matter how many times you try to deny that, it is not. You were the one that made it. In this case and always. You ran because you are so damn scared, you went to judges and boards you knew would be biased against me. You used contacts you only had because of Peter or me. You acted like you wanted to be my partner, then you planned on leaving. You were the one making this personal. If you had wanted it professional you would have come to me and told me you were leaving, you wouldn't have stolen clients, and you certainly wouldn't go to judges or boards you know are connected to my suspension. You made it personal!" I shout at her, making her flinch for a moment. The next moment my cheek is stinging from her palm. And this shocks me, from the look on her face it shocked her as well. She looks scared suddenly, angry, sad, hurt, and scared.

I raise an eyebrow at her, I don't know what else to do. I can't say it is the first time a girl slapped me, it is not even the first time Alicia did.


"You are really going dating that jerk?" I scream at her. I don't get it, I know I am overreacting but her new boyfriend is an ass, that is completely full of himself. He doesn't deserve someone like Alicia. She is way too good for him.

"He cares about me... he loves me..." She defend herself. If she thinks that is love he has for her she must be crazy. Love is the overwhelming feeling that made me end things with Helena, as I realized no one compared to the curly haired feisty brunette in front of me. The one I had kissed and loved and been too much of a coward to label what it was I had going with. Because I wasn't one to do serious, and Alicia put the word serious into my head and heart. Helena had been a safer bet for a month, until I realized one month with her was nothing compared to the study sessions with Alicia, or unlabeled exchanges I had with her.

However because I was a coward I had also been too late and that hurt. Here I was about to tell her I loved her, that I wanted her in my life. Only to find out she had met this guy. The guy I had just had dinner in the company of with her. Because her best friend (and ex-sex partner) of course needed to meet the new guy in her life.

"You think he does... well in that case you missed how he checked out the blond waitress and her breasts." I answer her, and the next moment I feel her hand connect with my cheek. She glares at me angrily. My hand locks around her wrist and I pull her into my arms, my lips finding hers, and I turn her against the wall.


It had been one of those incidents we both agreed to never speak of again, to forget all about. Expect that if we ever fought one of us had to back down or walk away or we would possible end up in the same place once more. And we were, I mean we already ended up there in the car not long ago. And the look in her eyes lets me know we are there again. My hand locks around her wrist like it did in the past, and her eyes flicker between that and my face. And then she launches at me. She tries to kiss me like she did in the car, but I turn my face. I can't kiss her. Whatever this is I can't do that. I find her neck once more and suck on the skin there. It is so soft under my lips. Her fingers are in my hair in pulling at it as she moans. I turn her around and slam her into the wall. Before lifting her up.


M-rated part.

Her legs wrap around me pulling me closer. My lips are on her neck, on her throat, oh her cheek and chin. I am sure I am leaving marks on her tender skin and I am also pretty sure I don't care one bit, as she is moaning and squirming in my arms. She moans how she hates me, and whimpers about her love for me, as she pulls at my shirt. We are both clawing at clothes. Needing to touch bare skin. I manage to get her jacket unzipped and down, letting my lips follow the skin so I can suck on the top of her breasts. Her fingers are caressing my face, stroking, pulling and tracing. I manage to get her skirt further up and let a hand drift over the silk of her panties. Silk that is already soaked. I push it aside and slip two fingers inside of her, making her groan loudly. My thumb rubs her clit hard making her twist and trash against me. She is moaning and screaming out my name in ecstasy. But I don't let her come just yet. I pull my fingers from her body, making her groan annoyed. But I somehow manage to get my pants open and pushed down enough to free myself. Without further ado I push into her. Fully and hard, making her let out a high pinched scream as I slam deeply into her. She is soaked and it is like screwing a glass of water, fucking her like this. I push all the way into her, and her eyes are wide open, staring at me in shock and pleasure. Her head thrown back soon enough in pleasure, as I pull back and plow back into her once again. She is wrapping her arms around me and still trying to make me kiss her but I don't. I avoid her lips on mine as I keep plowing into her hard and fast. No time left for niceties. This is hard and rough and I am sure she won't be the only one bruising after. Though I am sure there are both marks left on her neck, throat, and breasts. Along with those on her hips from my hands, maybe even some on her back from how she is hitting the panel. I will have marks or maybe scratches from her fingers on my face, and my shoulders. Along with her high heels that dig deep into my butt and thighs. It doesn't stop me though as I just take her harder, until she is screaming out in her orgasm. I grit my teeth to hold back. And I manage much to her surprise if I read her eyes right. She begs me now that it is too much that she can't stand another round but I know her, I know she can. So I change the angle a bit by grabbing her tighter and pulling her away from the panel. So the only thing holding her up is my arms. I continue to take her like this. Her arms wrapped around my neck holding onto my shoulders tightly. I know she wants to kiss me but I still don't allow it so her lips finds my cheek. And as she comes apart again she buries her head into my shoulder. This time I can't hold back any longer, her clenching walls around me is too much. She is sucking me into her warm depths even deeper as she falls over the edge, and I spill myself into her warmth.

M-rated part over.


I keep holding her as our breaths return to the normal and I step carefully up to the wall once more where I lower her onto the ground. I don't let go of her until I am sure she has found her feet once again. That is when I pull away and quickly slam the button to start the elevator again. I redresses quickly and have managed to do so even before the doors open and I can slip out and away from her. I don't wait around to see if she redressed as well. Another second with her would be dangerous and make me fall harder for her again. And I still need to win over her tomorrow.

As I lay in my bed that night trying to avoid thinking about her, while at the same time digging my memory for anything that can be the final blow I need to win another memory creeps up on me. It might be the sex, it might be meeting her daughter once again. It might be something else entirely.


She is on the phone, or actually she is on my phone. Her own was running low on battery and she needed to call back a client. So I lent her mine. That is when I hear the by now familiar ring tone of her daughter. Her eyes grow wide and I can see the frustration in them. I move across the room to get her phone for her. For a few seconds I look at her exchanging eye contact with her, and asking her silently if she wants me to get it.

"Hello?"I answer it.

"Umm Hi? Who is this?" The young girls voice asks.

"Umm Will, Will Gardner..." I stammer.

"Oh okay, is my mom there?" She asks, and I can hear she doesn't like I answered her mother's phone. I look over at Alicia.

"Yeah sure just one second..." I offer and I walk over to Alicia still on the phone with Ashbaugh.

"Talk with your daughter I can discuss with him and take notes for you..." I offer, and she nods and I can hear she tells Ashbaugh she needs to go but he will need to tell me what he needs with the report as I am the one who will be helping her with it.

I switch phones with her and looks for a legal pad.


I remember what he said in that call, and a smile creeps up on my lips. I can use this. I got the information myself, not even through her. This can be what I use to win. Tomorrow I will put the finale blow to this case, no matter what.

Now and then I think of all the times you screwed me over
But had me believing it was always something that I'd done
But I don't wanna live that way
Reading into every word you say
You said that you could let it go
And I wouldn't catch you hung up on somebody that you used to know

But you didn't have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing
And I don't even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough
No you didn't have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records and then change your number
I guess that I don't need that though
Now you're just somebody that I used to know


Okay so please let me know if you are still with me after this chapter? as said in the first part your response to this really overwhelmed me and made me write this a hell of a lot faster. So please let me know what you thought of this one as well... again a huge thank you for all the reviews to chaper one! (also since i got 26 reviews for chapter 1 lets say i will post the already written and betaed chapter 3 then i get another 20-25 reviews (around 50 in total) I am playing hardball now. Will taught me that, so review and you will get chapter 3 faster ;-) )