2015. Grimes & Jones Co. Atlanta, Georgia.
Everyone knew Rick Grimes hated her. The cold shoulder, the constant usage of her last name without her proper title of 'Ms', and the glares. Always the glares.
Michonne was a new addition to the 'Grimes & Jones' law firm in Atlanta, making her an easy target for some of the older lawyers at the firm.
Fortunately, her eloquence and professionalism won over everyone she's ever encountered.
Everyone from the lawyers, to the police officers who came by, the clients, the interns, and even the damn janitors. All except him.
Everyone admired how Michonne didn't care about what Rick Grimes thought of her. She was there to do her job, and he was there to do his.
Months go by, and Michonne was exceeding expectations by a mile. She won every case, despite Rick giving her the hardest ones. She had made a name for the company just by her reputation of being a kick-ass lawyer.
Everyone was proud of her. All of her colleagues and Morgan Jones, one of the firm's owners, praised her nonstop for her brilliance, and her ability to bring sufficient evidence to every case she was on.
Other competing firms were fighting tooth and nail to get Michonne to transfer to them. But she stayed loyal to her employers.
Rick had absolutely no say in Michonne's track record. Anytime someone congratulated her or brought up her graduating Harvard law at the top of her classes, no one would miss the subtle eye roll or the scoffs under his breath.
"Michonne! You were amazing up there!" Aaron congratulated, "And all that for Merle Dixon."
"Well, I was doing my job. And I owed his brother Daryl a favor," Michonne smiled.
"Hawthorne!" Low and behold, none other than Rick Grimes himself was already calling Michonne over to him in a harsh tone. Several heads turned at the loud exclamation, and landed their eyes on her.
"Fuck," she muttered, clenching her fists.
"He's probably going to congratulate you for winning the case?" Aaron sheepishly theorized.
"Hawthorne!"
"Just a moment, Mr. Grimes," Michonne called, plastering a fake smile on her face.
"Now!" His voice seemed to project against the courtroom, as he harshly summoned her. How humiliating.
"Asshole," she muttered under her breath, "I'll talk to you soon, Aaron."
Aaron sympathized with his friend, as he watched her walk away towards their impatient boss. Rick had always been stern but polite to him alongside everyone else in their firm. But he seemed to always have it out for Michonne.
At first everyone suspected he was annoyed by her overqualified resume, but Paul Rovia and Glenn Rhee seemed to have similar backgrounds as well. Winning most cases, Ivy Leagues, various letters of recommendations, and graduating at the top of their ranks.
He just disliked her for whatever reason.
"He obviously wants to fuck her," Andrea Harrison, a civil rights lawyer smugly said.
Her, Aaron, Paul, Glenn, and Carol Peletier watched as Michonne was called into Rick's office for the third time that morning. It hadn't even reached half past noon yet.
"Andrea," Glenn gasped, "You can't just say that so casually."
"You all know I'm right," she shrugged, "What do you all think?"
"It's quite frankly none of our business, Andy," Aaron chuckled, "And I highly doubt it."
"I have to disagree," Paul smirked, "Have you seen the way he looks at her? Especially when she's walking in front of him? She has him wrapped around her finger."
"That's exactly what I'm saying!" Andrea laughed.
"Either way they'd be breaking conduct. Office relationships are prohibited," Carol huffed.
"He's the boss, he can overrule it anytime."
"Guys, they don't even like each other," Glenn sighed, "Let's just leave this topic alone for once."
"I don't think I will," Paul smirked, nodding towards Michonne coming out of Rick's office with a stack on files in her hands.
Her face was pulled into a glare, but her stride was confident. Her hips swayed, as she carried enthusiasm in her every step.
Rick stood at his doorway, and watched her walk away with a transfixed stare. His attention was pulled from her, to the four lawyers watching him in pure curiosity.
"Back to work," he glared, "Lunch is over," he then slammed the door to his office shut.
"Yup. He definitely wants her," Andrea chortled.
"Jesus, Andrea," Carol sighed.
But Andrea couldn't be blamed for her theories. He was always staring. Whether it was a glare, a scowl, or just him looking at her in a way where no one could've even comprehended his emotions. It created a new source of entertainment for everyone.
"So I was thinking, maybe we could transfer Joe Foster to Negan Smith" Glenn suggested, "I highly doubt any of our people would feel comfortable taking someone so... indebted in criminal records."
"Joe Foster? You mean the man who just got out of prison ten months ago?" Rick glared, rubbing his temples.
"Yes, sir. Our firm cannot afford to lose our reputation of being a morally fair company. We serve justice to those to deserve it. Not men like Foster, who get accused of taking advantage of a child."
Rick nodded, clasping Glenn's shoulder, "I'll make a call and see what I can do."
His already sour mood worsened, as he saw Michonne laughing with Spencer Monroe. Rick hated Spencer. The only reason he had a job in his firm was because of his father, Reginald Monroe.
Being the son of an influential judge came with its benefits. That included speaking to the pretty women in the office as well. It didn't stop Rick from giving the idiot a hard time though.
A vein nearly popped out of Rick's forehead, as he watched Spencer slide his grimy hands over Michonne's crossed arms. His breathing labored, and his eyes grew darker in what appeared to be pure jealousy. This wasn't missed by Glenn.
"Monroe!! What the fuck did I tell you about loitering!? Back to work!! Hawthorne! My office! Now!!" Rick stormed off, and waited by his door, slamming it shut once Michonne entered not long after.
"Jesus, what the hell is his deal?" Spencer tried joking, as he walked up next to Glenn. He was ignored, as Glenn walked away in complete bafflement. Maybe Paul and Andrea were on to something...
"Ah, yes! I told you he wanted her!!" Andrea squealed, after Glenn had recalled the entire situation back to everyone else.
"Or maybe Rick is just cautious. We all know Spencer is a slacker, have you ever thought about the possibility of Rick not wanting one of his best lawyers to be influenced by him?" Carol argued.
"Michonne is too intelligent for that, Rick knows that more than everybody. Why do you think he goes out of his way to pay attention to her out of all of us?" Aaron smiled.
"Because he wants to fuck her," Andrea simply stated.
"How are you so casual saying this, Harrison?" Glenn sighed, running his hands down his face.
The blonde shrugged, as she bit into her peanut butter granola bar.
"I doubt it," Carol sniffed.
"Why are you so adamant on being against a simple theory?" Andrea asked, narrowing her pale green eyes.
"It's not simple. Accusing your colleague and your boss of sleeping with one another is a serious matter. It could lead to both of them getting into trouble."
"You say that as if you wouldn't jump at the chance of sleeping with Morgan Jones," Aaron boldly teased, "I've seen the way you stare."
The older woman's face turned a deep crimson red, as she silently excused herself from the conversation. The three remaining laughed amongst themselves at her sudden reaction.
"Hey, guys," Michonne smiled, approaching the group, "What did I miss?"
"Carol likes Morgan," Andrea laughed, wiping away a stray tear.
"Mr. Jones?"
"More like Daddy Jones if you ask Carol,"
Michonne gasped, stifling a laugh, "Andrea!"
"Not like you're any different- ow!" Andrea exclaimed, as Aaron jabbed her arm with his elbow.
"Excuse me?"
"Ha... ignore her," Glenn nervously smiled.
Michonne narrowed her eyes, carefully assessing each and every one of them, "Is there something you all would like to tell me?"
The group fell quiet. As if on cue, the sound of a door closing momentarily distracted Michonne.
"Hawthorne. I need eight hundred copies of this document," Rick requested impatiently, holding up a piece of paper, "ASAP."
"Don't you have an intern or perhaps an assistant for that task, Mr. Grimes?" Michonne glared.
"Noah is running an errand, and Tara is busy. You seem like you don't have anything preoccupying you."
"Mr. Grimes. I certainly hope you didn't forget my position in this corporation. I'm not responsible for your papers," she scoffed.
"And I hope you didn't forget about mine," Rick glared, "I'm still your boss. Now, make the copies and get me a cup of coffee. You know how I like it."
Andrea, Glenn, and Aaron's jaws dropped.
"No," Michonne simply stated, causally walking out of the break room, harshly bumping into his shoulder, "You can make your own damn coffee."
The group watched, as Rick's pupils dilated at her contact. His hands twitched, before finding themselves running in his brown curls.
"If it was any of us who did that? We'd be fired on the spot," Paul smirked, his eyes following Rick's disappearing figure.
"I know that's right," Andrea laughed.
They wouldn't know that Rick violently thrusted into her throat, forcing semen and saliva to spill from her mouth later that night, after the whole building was emptied out.
For Michonne, there was no way her knees weren't bruised, she'd been kneeling in front of him for God knows how long. Her eyes were flooded with tears, as she stared up at Rick's smug and condescending face looking down at her.
His heavy breathing and groans echoed from the empty office, as Michonne harshly sucked on the tip of his aching cock.
He watched in captivation, as her red rimmed lips engorged the entirety of his pulsing length. Rick loved Michonne in red lipstick. But he loved her the most when she was gagging on him the most.
Gathering her brown dreads in a ponytail, Rick pushed her deeper down, until her nose was resting on his trimmed pubic hair.
She let out groans of discomfort, as she felt his cock pulsing directly against her urethra. She swore she could feel him all the way deep inside her trachea.
Slapping the side of his thigh, Michonne pleaded with her eyes for Rick to give her a break, before she passed out from the lack of oxygen.
He pulled his cock out of her mouth, and watched in amusement as Michonne gasped for air. It was always satisfying to see her gagging quite literally, in exchange of her usual smart-aleck behavior.
He suspected that she purposely acted extra bitchy towards him throughout the day, just to provoke him into punishing her harshly.
Rick's ego inflated, as she gave him a weak smile, before lapping up the cum and droll that ran down his veiny shaft. Her eyes were streaming with tears, and dark mascara ran down her lust-ridden face.
"You don't understand how beautiful you look while doing that," Rick groaned, caressing her cheek, "All that talk you do- Ah- fuck- makes me forget how good you are with that mouth of yours. Keep doing that, 'Chonne baby. Shit- shit you're gonna make me cum... Open wider, let me- fuck- let me fuck your throat again, sweetheart."
"Mhmmm," Michonne moaned, happily obliging her handsome lover.
"I don't know how long I can keep up with this sneaking around shit. What did I tell you about wearing those little skirts to work? You know I can't focus when you do."
"Why do you think I wear them, baby?"
"You're only making it harder," He huffed, gritting his teeth, "I didn't like that little attitude you gave me earlier, I'm gonna have to punish you for that, sweetheart. You know that right?"
"I'm sorry," She sighed, massaging her cloth covered breasts with her fingers.
"Jesus Christ, girl. Put your hands behind your back," Rick ordered, placing his hand on her chin.
"You better give me a raise after this," Michonne joked.
"You keep sucking me like that, I'll give you anythang' you want, sweetheart. Anythang'. Matter of fact, I'll drive you to the chapel," he assured, "Now. Open your mouth."
"Really? A blowjob is what it takes to tie the knot?" She giggled, "At least buy me dinner first."
"I love the sound of that, Mrs. Grimes," Rick grinned, ramming his penis back into her warm and inviting mouth.
The two were so caught up in their sexual activities, that they failed to notice a third party witnessing the whole scene.
Eugene Porter, the I.T. Guy in their company, was crouched behind a printer that barely concealed his heavy stature.
He watched as Rick fucked the shit out of his supposed arch nemesis's throat. Eugene was frozen, completely transfixed on the erotic and dirty scenario playing out in front of him. It was something straight out of a pornography film.
He gulped, and got up as quietly as he could. But to his luck, he nearly fell to the ground, and slammed into the printer to balance his fall.
Rick and Michonne were startled, and Michonne's eyes widened in panic.
"What was that!?" She harshly whispered, taking him out of her mouth with a loud 'pop'.
Rick furrowed his eyebrows in frustration. He didn't care about anything besides cumming in Michonne's mouth. He was damn near livid that he was no longer at his orgasmic peak. Just as he was about to finally flood Michonne's face with his seed, a loud noise had to interrupt.
"Fuck, ignore it," Rick hissed, his teeth gritted.
"But-"
"Start sucking my cock, Michonne. I'm not gonna ask you again."
She was still paranoid from the the sudden disturbance, but she was oddly turned on by the prospect of getting caught by one of her co-workers. Rick's dominance just added on to her carnal desire.
"Mich- Michonneeee," Rick cried, as she practically inhaled his entire length. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, as he enjoyed her ministrations.
As he reached his ultimate peak, he opened his eyes and stared directly into Eugene's frozen face. Instead of being upset, Rick shifted and started to fuck Michonne's throat even harder.
His lips pulled into a smirk, as he tangled his fingers in her hair and thrusted into her with a fast paced rhythm. He locked eye contact with the skittish mullet wearing man, and silently gloated at the thought of getting caught face-fucking his best lawyer. Rick's eyebrows furrowed, as he felt the beginning of his orgasm.
Eugene made a beeline for the door, as he fully realized that he'd been caught peeping at the two. He hurriedly hobbled to the elevator, and aggressively pressed on the button to leave before they could catch up to him.
There was no way any of this was real. He wanted it to be a secret, but he knew that Rick and Michonne were amongst the hottest gossip in the office. If he just told everyone what he saw, maybe he'd earn some extra social points.
"I don't believe you," Glenn said, shaking his head, "Michonne would never. Rick would never."
"I can assure you, I'm stating the truth, and nothing but the truth," Eugene deadpanned, "Mr. Grimes was receiving oral sex right there by the window."
"No way," Andrea beamed, "Fully naked? Or were they both dressed!?"
"Why the hell would you want to know?" Glenn asked, his face filled with sheer horror.
"Just curious!"
"Wait, so when was this?" Aaron asked, taking a bite of his breakfast sandwich.
"Last night at 2200 hours. I was here late since I wanted to go over the functionality of the cameras in the security room," Eugene stated.
"Oh, my god," Paul laughed.
"What's your thoughts on this, Carol?" Aaron curiously asked.
The older woman simply smiled, "If they're in a relationship, that's good for them."
"She's happy that she can finally bonk Morgan without getting in too much trouble," Andrea snickered.
"I- I don't!"
"Mmmh."
"Incoming," Paul warned, nodding his head behind Andrea.
The group turned around, and saw Michonne walking into the break room with Spencer trailing behind her.
He seemed to be very interested in the topic that he was discussing with her, as Michonne politely nodded along. She let out a laugh as Spencer was expressing in detail whatever it was he was talking about.
"I guess he didn't hear the news," Glenn sarcastically joked.
"I'm more than happy to inform him," Eugene offered, rising from his seat.
"No. this stays between us for now," Aaron warned, "For all we know, you may be lying. I don't want to lose my job over petty gossip and defamation."
"Aaron's right," Carol agreed, "Let's watch this play out."
"I guess we'll be seeing much sooner than expected," Andrea smirked, "Mr. Grimes himself just arrive fashionably on time."
And to her word, Rick had also joined everyone in the break room. He barely acknowledged anyone, as he made his way to the coffee machine to make a fresh batch. He waited patiently on his phone, and continued to prepare his drink once it finished.
Spencer was too preoccupied with his story, and found himself in complete shock while watching the following events unfold in front of him.
Rick confidently sauntered over to where Michonne stood, and casually wrapped his strong arm around her lithe waist, pulling her in to his chest. Leaving a soft kiss on her neck, Rick pulled away and whispered something in her ear.
Michonne's eyes widened. His public display of affection was complete out of character. Usually he'd have other ways of expressing his annoyance at her interacting with Spencer, but this time he'd completely blown their cover.
"Alright? 7 o'clock sharp," Rick drawled, backing away from her.
Michonne silently nodded, as she fought a smile from forming on her face. Spencer's jaw was wide open, as Rick gave him a smug look. Eugene tensed up as Rick turned his attention on him, and raised an knowing eyebrow.
"Porter. My laptop's been malfunctioning, I need you to fix it for me. I don't pay you to gossip and distract my employees, understand?"
A bead of sweat dripped from Eugene's forehead, as he nodded vigorously. He got up, and hurriedly followed the head lawyer.
"What the fuck," Aaron blankly said, eyes not blinking.
"I guess Eugene was telling the truth," Paul muttered, "Look at Michonne, I don't I've ever seen her look that relaxed in my life."
"Michonne! Come here for a second," Andrea waved over.
Michonne purposely ignored the intrigued group, and hurried out of the break room. She'd completely forgotten about Spencer.
"I was right all along."
"Indeed you were," Carol smirked. As must as she tried to oppose the idea, she was actually happy for the two. So as long as it would benefit her own interests with another shareholder of the firm of course.
"Wait... where exactly do you think they...?" Glenn started.
"Let's not think about that right now," Aaron smiled.
Author's note: so I found a little story I made a few weeks ago in my archives and I tweaked it a little bit to share with everyone. Ik Ik y'all are prolly still waiting for updates on my other stories but I promise I'll get to them! Take this as another apology :) idk cooperate/lawyer Richonne does something to me ngl... makes it even better that it's canon that Michonne is a lawyer too! I love her sm. I physically can't wait till 2024 I'm constantly checking for promo updates and stressing myself outttt. Anyways leave reviews and I'll keep working on my other fics/new fics that I have planned. I have so many ideas for future stories istggg but I never update the ones that actually need to be updated :( but I promise I will.
-Starlight.