The Laws of Love

Chapter 8

Yuri cleared her throat as she looked at him as if he were a threat. Between the fact that she was quite petite and he was quite tall, he was already impressive. His blond hair was somewhat long, an ash hue that matched his fine beard a few shades darker, and his light tan. His knife”like eyes intimidated her more than twenty thousand soldiers. Because yes, those eyes were armed at both corners, full of ambition, secrets, and a darkness that counteracted the sweetness that they should inspire due to their singular clarity.

It was... Perfect . Just like the disposition of his three”piece suit, in a flattering navy blue, and the tie placed with care on a chest that was intuited worked. Just like his confident walk, his slow and direct way of speaking. And that perfection that would cause rage in anyone could only have a name, or rather a last name: Ambani. Only he would respond to all the descriptions he had heard from Caleb, from his secretary, from the chief's assistant... From all those who, ultimately, had dealt with him.

If the legends were not mistaken, Yuri was not only in front of an attractive man, but also an unscrupulous lawyer. This gave him a sudden headache that soon disappeared. She trusted her work, and she was still a person who was interested in growing in her field. There would be no better way to raise the level than by "winning" Marc, if one could speak of "winners" in the practice of Law.

“Why does it occupy the place of Palermo? he asked, keeping his distance.

“He already had previous commitments, and he was not in a position to face another one. Apart from his regular client portfolio, he is currently dealing with his own divorce. He asked me to take care of it.

“But you don't pay attention to this area. It is dedicated to large corporations.

“Do not worry about me. I have never let anyone down in my work; I'm not going to do it now, not even premiering in another section.

Yuri smiled without connotations of any kind. The man was not her favorite person, but there was no reason to confront him with a bellicose attitude. They were there for the customer.

“Divorces are very delicate. Do not rely too much on your talent convincing others where to put their money, because it is not transferable to something as delicate as personal relationships. Anyway, I'll try not to be too hard on you.

"Tough on me... what a cutie!" That word wreaked havoc inside Yuri. Let's just not go to trial.

“Why? Are you afraid that it will destroy you?

“Oh no. I just hate making women cry.

“For that, you should first find out if you are dealing with a woman with easy tears.

“All women are easy to tear if they touch their weak point.

Are you trying to break a record for sexist comments?

“Not. I'm just teasing you. It is a form of distraction that precedes destruction. Would you say it works?

Yuri exhaled through her nose in a sort of chuckle.

So the legend is true. Marc Ambani is a destroyer.

I don't trust legends. I prefer to know your opinion when you know what I am capable of.

She returned his gaze in silence, barely controlling her nerves. I was not afraid of him as a lawyer. The corporations “for managing million”dollar companies and charging that amount for their work” believed they were capable of dealing with anything without having a true idea of what it required. At least experience. He was not prepared to carry out a divorce of these characteristics with a patrimony of that magnitude and minors at stake. Even less when the other party was indestructible.

But it did make him uneasy just by her presence. The way his closeness felt. The light scent that washed off him every time he moved. The solidity of his look, loaded with hidden intentions. Yuri was afraid to breathe too hard in case he realized that she felt trapped, vulnerable and confused. Marc was still the type to talk to right off the bat about his insurance situation, when it wouldn't have occurred to him to open up to anyone no matter how much Allen had sent him.

And he was also the one who had forgotten about her.

They were not more than fifteen minutes in the closet, if they came. They exchanged no more than a few sentences. But Yuri was fantasizing about him like a child until Allen called out to her and she deduced, much to her regret, that he had only laughed at her.

She didn't consider herself pretty enough to impress a man who would eat three of her size for dinner every night. Not like her younger cousin, who was the prototype of a woman who never forgot. Nor was she very imaginative, spontaneous, or funny, like her sister, whose antics left men hooked. She was just the responsible, courteous and introverted girl who could attract attention because she liked to dress up, and because her shyness was often mistaken for a supposed irresistible enigma.

Well no. Yuri was not a puzzle, nor an otherworldly beauty, nor did she know how to make anyone laugh. But even knowing all that, he had assumed that at least his face, or his name, would sound a little like that spectacular man.

Good thing he wasn't there to flirt. That same morning she had just promised herself that she would not go out with anyone else until she was convinced that she would cut off her arm for the aforementioned. She would focus on her work and ignore the boredom mischief that led Marc to her shores. If it wasn't that important to him, he should lose it to her.

If he looked like a prince and wore a blue suit, so what. Not that the world was made only of coincidences or that she was foolish enough to be fooled. That man could dress as a kid, and when he opened his mouth everyone would see his jaws. And who knows how convenient it was to date a werewolf. I was betting that he wouldn't be as nice as Jacob Black.

"We'd better go inside." The Campbells must be coming down.

Marc gestured toward the door. “Behind you.