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.
Marc waited for the future divorcees and the lawyer to leave the room to do it himself. It wasn't a polite gesture or a learned rule, but another strategic move in favor of his "wicked goals," as Nick liked to call them. The way in which the parties said goodbye and if the lawyer had sweated the seat were key clues to know what their chances were.Seeing that "the Campbells"“it would be better not to say that in front of Carol Price”would not approach each other and avoid looking at each other even in the face of even a basic courtesy such as "see you tomorrow," Marc imagined that he could destroy to her client's ex”husband without her making any qualms. In fact, he was grateful that Carol was one of those shallow, even unscrupulous women whose only goal in asking for a divorce was to keep everything and bring the gentleman down. It never hurt to have ambitions in common with someone who was going to pay him a substantial amount.As for the lawyer... There was no trace of sweating on
Veronica Duval, Nick to him and him alone, was his sidekick. Nothing more.“It would take twenty women like Yuri to distract me from my goals, and even then they wouldn't succeed.“So Miss Japan has a name... Don't worry, friend, if I understand your situation. It must be annoying waiting so long for this moment to now be more interested in his face than destroying Campbell.It has nothing to do with physical issues. It's as simple as she's better than me. I have researched it and already came with that in mind. He has only lost one trial and it was because the client withheld vital information. It is indestructible in the civil sphere and I have never touched a divorce. I can recognize a failure when I smell what is to come if I don't take action on the matter."Then you have to get her out of the way." And how do you plan to do it? "Finding a weak spot, an open wound to stick your finger into." I doubt she'll drop the case by herself. She's not stupid. You will know that if you win
Marc knew from the beginning that it was a bad idea to date someone from work. Then what happened happened. Jesse hadn't set foot in the firm for almost a month, which would have gotten him fired if Marc hadn't pulled the strings, and Victoria had asked for a leave taking advantage of the accumulation of vacation periods on her record. If that was all Jesse was doing wrong by not dealing with their breakup, Marc could intercede for him”which he had been doing since day one”but it kept giving him reasons to raise a voice and order.He had given in to her every plea. He tried to talk reason with Victoria, to no avail. He even made some inquiries behind their backs to make sure that the reasons that the woman gave to justify the divorce were true and that she was not cheating on him with another, thinking that if so, she could make the process more bearable. But no, just as he figured, Victoria was being legal. He even suffered from the decision made, which is why Marc stopped intervenin
"Nothing... I just went to see her last night, and she wasn't very excited."Mark sighed. Well, in most divorces two lawyers were needed, one representing each of the parties involved. She could collaborate with Tori if she cared that much.In the end he would have to give him that cable he asked for, and not because he had time to spare to handle another case, but out of pure appreciation. Although the Ambanis were three siblings in all, and three different women had carried the last name, Jesse was the only relative he felt in his family, besides Camila, who was like his adoptive mother. The 'great' Ambani's first wife had passed away without his knowing her, and his had died too. Of the others, his older brother and his father, he preferred not to comment. It was too early for him to be admitted for arterial obstruction, and he had too many enemies to give them the pleasure of dying young."As your adviser, I ask you, please, don't do that again." If he asks
The brother frowned as if he didn't know what he meant. Most of the time, his attitude was just desperate, but other times the distorted vision he had of things was comical. How the hell could he be a psychologist and at the same time so little self”aware? In his defense he would say that as long as he was paying attention, he was aware of the mood of others. That's why he was an excellent brother.Yasin, stop here. He gestured to the coachman. You have to take the detour to go to the apartment and I prefer that you leave this guy there. I can look for life. Do you remember the address?Yasin stopped at a red light and turned to say:"Are you sure you want me to take your brother there, boss?" That place contains relics and could break something. It's like putting an elephant in a glassware."You have to give him a vote of confidence," Marc intervened, opening the car door. I'll call the house landline tonight to make sure you're there and not drink
"If you're flirting with me, know that I'm not Asian, I just have slant eyes." I was born in Barcelona and I am registered in Miami; I have dual Spanish and American nationality. But forget about it, this conversation is inappropriate. I don't even know how we got from the belt to this,” he added quietly.Marc pulled the belt forward, pleased with the initial results. It was very likely that she was pretending to be the impressionable young lady. If she had heard what they were saying about him, and knew that his reputation at Moore Lawyers was not as good as it was among his clients, then she would know what he would do to get away with it. He imagined her putting her pretty little head to work manipulating him in the same way. Or worse. Life had given him many key lessons, and one of them was that he should not underestimate the power of a woman who knew how to fake a sincere smile.But it wasn't just the smile, it was everything. From what he obs
“What happens? he murmured, noting that the numbers were no longer illuminated. He touched one at random. Nothing happened”. Has it broken down?Marc frowned, annoyed by the setback. He walked over and took a look himself. He rang the yellow bell several times."It seems so," he said between his teeth.Of all the days that could have happened, there had to be that one , the one where he was going to move forward with the divorce and the destruction of Campbell. If he believed in destiny or in some superior force, or for that matter, in God, he would have considered that this was a warning for his bad intentions. But even if he could have them, it wasn't the first time, nor was he going to lash out against someone innocent this time. Campbell deserved to go through hell.A nervous and melodic giggle cleared his thoughts. Marc looked down a few inches, meeting Yuri's calm smile."What amuses you?"She looked at him as if e
Yuri was slow to react, but as soon as she realized she was reading the novel, she jumped to her feet and tried to grab the book from her hand. She was no faster than Marc, who showed off his reflexes as he stepped back and raised the tome.“«He drew my hip towards his with a dominant attitude, making me feel his excitement. My vagina quivered with desire, painfully empty...». Painfully empty,” he repeated, raising his eyebrows. This is very explicit, Miss Sandoval. Is it what you like to take to an important meeting?"The condom man spoke 'just in case'," he grumbled, arms on hips. Give me the book.“Why? Not that you would have written it. It is in the public domain, we all have the right to enjoy the prose of... Uma Howland. Wow, is this her? It reinforces my theory that women writers of this kind of novels have as a rule not to be attractive. Of course, it's a personal opinion, and it's not like it has to be a requirement, but i
"Never thank me because I can always do better." And I'll always do better if you let me. Are you going to leave me? Lea smiled without wanting or being able to remedy her weakness. “In peace? Never. "That was what I wanted to hear." "What else could I tell you?" My life is much more beautiful when you are in it. What movie is that line from? Or is it from an Elton John song? “The second. "I think it's a good idea to move on to song choruses, because I wouldn't know how to respond to that if it wasn't with a Frankie Vallie…" She cupped her hands into a horn and yelled. I love you baby, and if it's quite all right, I need you baaaaaaby, to warm the lonely nights…! Lea silenced him by covering his mouth and giving him an elbow with the fit of laughter lurking. He defended himself by curling up in the seat, looking at her with merry eyes. His amused childish smile made her heart race. "I love you baby," she crooned
Wentworth got up and set the potatoes aside. The only reason he'd do that was because he'd run out of them, so Jesse didn't try to dig into the bottom of the bag. "Do you want me to help you be spontaneous?" he repeated with special sarcasm. You're the one who always picks me up with women, Jesse, you don't need anyone to convince a woman to be with you. And less three guys who have cost much more than you. That one over there took twenty years, and they'll end up leaving your brother, so… I'm going for the humus. "You're going to be a seal," Marc insisted, his eyes following him. And why is he going to leave me? I got married so that doesn't happen. "Have you heard of divorce?" asked Wentworth wryly. “Yes, and I've also heard that I'm a very bastard lawyer. You will have no way to run from me if I defend myself in court. Moore shook her head. "I'll never understand how you can refer to her and your relationship in those terms and expe
“ Merde. Sorry. She took off her belt and looked at him very seriously. Take advantage of the traffic light and let's change the site. I don't like to see you suffer. Jesse wanted to retort, but she was so sure of what she was up to that he had to give in. She was driving fine. So much so that he was not scared the only time he took him home, and not only because it was a short journey, but because he knew how to distract him and comply with all road safety regulations. So she walked around the car to switch places, taking the liberty of patting him on the ass as she passed. “Better? she asked, once she had buckled on the pilot's seatbelt. Jesse smiled and showed the hand he'd spanked her with. "Very much, don't you see the pixie dust?" She laughed. "Am I officially Tinker Bell?" "Only until you get tired of Peter Pan." "I doubt I'll get tired. It was my favorite cartoon movie. or so it says my father. S
"Check it out with your own eyes." Jesse glared at her and stepped over the threshold without a second thought. She walked through the living room with her body tense, past the kitchen with a hurried step, and ended up heading to the bedroom. Before that, his attention was caught by the light on in the bathroom, the echo of a song by Huecco and a female voice humming it under his breath. Jesse stopped in front of the ajar door, her heart beating so fast. He took a deep breath and released the air He repeated it once. Other. And another… “That I've cut his hair, I haven't stuck the scissors in his trachea! Shan snapped from behind him. Jesse turned to glare at her resentfully. "And what do you think is worse?" She didn't wait for him to answer and pushed the door very slowly, covering her eyes with her hands. Slowly, as if she were in a horror movie and wasn't quite sure if she wanted to continue watching it, she spread her fing
You even look your dog in the eye and you know what he misses because it is only a reflection of what you need: to be happy. And I'm always happy “he pointed out, extending his arms”, but you duplicate that illusion in such a way that you make me look like a sad man when I'm not with you. "I am aware of my shortcomings because I have seen them thanks to you," he continued. He stuck out his fingers to enumerate. Whim should not be the engine of movement, joking with everything is not always correct, decisions must be made calibrating the pros and cons, I have to be humble from time to time and, above all: I must accept the truth when I have it in front of me , especially when the truth loves me and I love her. "Seriously, I love you. I am in love with what we do. From playing I Spy after we cum, from philosophizing with porn, from chasing ice cream carts, from recreating movie dialogues. I miss your sucky kisses, your skirts cut with scissors and that y
Jesse frowned. “What are you talking about? “Marc and I like to gamble. He said you'd never get over Victoria and I said you'd end up falling for another woman with the right little push. I was a couple of months late thinking about how to get together without it being noticed until the light went out on the web. Jesse's eyes narrowed. "Are you telling me that you gave me that brutal row knowing that I fell into your trap, when on top of that, surely, you made money? “Man, I had to give consistency to my alibi. If I didn't get angry you might be suspicious. Or not, he mused, you're not as smart as you think, but I needed to entertain myself somehow. “As for the money, he hasn't paid me yet. You have to start dating her to get paid. We have a second bet, which is that if you marry her, Marc will be paying me a monthly salary from my retirement until they bury me. "Don't fuck with me," he huffed, in shock.
And he started walking rubbing his temple, which he felt was on the verge of sudden death. It always happened to him. He stopped before turning the corner to go by the photocopier, as if he had just remembered something important, and turned to face Marc, who was leaning against the wall, watching him. “I'm sorry about what I said to you on the phone,” Jesse added aloud. "Didn't you hear me?" You can't take someone seriously when they're angry,” he repeated, shrugging. And it's the least I deserve after fucking your shoulder. "I'll take off the bandage in a few days." Does that mean I have forty”eight hours to insult you and that it's justified? "I'll be all ears if you want to bash my ego." “Perfect. Marc half smiled. Then they went on their way without giving much importance to the matter. He passed the copy room. "…they called me, and I cheered up because I like you," she heard from outside. “Oscar, look, you
They think we're back. "I considered it, I admit it." “The fact that? "Yes, I would be interested in winning you back." It's been years thinking that I would die for you. And I would. But what you tell me about the hostile uterus… I value my carrot too much to risk it. He received a blow to the shoulder. Ouch, right on the war wound. Seriously now... Do you think I look at you like I'm in love? Everyone says so. “I know how to differentiate your eyes of love from your eyes of a joker asshole, and the look of the former is no longer for me. “Well, girl, that's life. You traded me for a baby, now you put up with it. "I traded you for nothing." “No, you'll see that you're going to have a baby. You only needed my blessings: I bless you. Now go get your ass poked. Tori sighed and shook her head. He didn't say anything. leaned on the chest Jesse and closed her eyes. "I've regretted leaving you many times, you
Kyoto leaned back at the end of the corridor. Jesse entered the copier room to hide from the onlookers and stood in front of her. He was so pissed off he could only be sad, and it didn't help that Lea conveyed something similar. "You don't have to go," he murmured, searching her eyes. If I have been abusing your trust and I have not even given you proper work, I am very sorry, but... She silenced him only by lifting her chin. "That's not what I want you to apologize for. Jesse shifted from one leg to the other and rested her hand on the copier, not knowing what to say. “I can't apologize for wanting to spend time with someone I care about. I can apologize for not realizing that I was displacing you. "Leave it, it doesn't matter." There is nothing more to say, we have already discussed everything a while ago. "Is that what you thought of as talking?" He shook his head. You haven't even let me explain myself well, and what I was