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Jillian Chapman had just won another case. She celebrated her success with colleagues at the bar.
After indulging in a few drinks, she became slightly intoxicated and suddenly noticed her lifelong rival in the next booth—Bryan Michaels, a celebrated attorney known across borders for his unbeaten streak in the courtroom.
She had pursued him from high school to college. He remained aloof despite her persistent attempts over seven years.
In a moment of boldness, she rose. With unsteady steps, she approached Bryan.
She audaciously settled into his lap, snatching his tie with one hand while daringly reaching his private parts with the other.
"Bryan... having trouble in the bedroom?" she slurred.
Bryan reclined against the couch, his expression composed and quiet.
"Not replying, huh? Does that mean you're incompetent in all respects?" she goaded, tightening her grip on his cock.
A trace of annoyance flashed in Bryan's eyes as he gently but firmly removed her hand from his pants, his tone even but strained.
"Don't you care about your image? Your colleagues are right here."
Their peers from competing firms looked on, agape with shock.
Jillian rocked!
"My image was already ruined because of you. Is there anything left for me to uphold?" Visibly inebriated, Jillian spoke in a bitter tone and unexpectedly bit down on his neck.
Their classmates from high school through college had seen her spend lavishly in pursuit of this man, to no avail.
Disheartened after graduation, she left the country, determined to surpass him in his own field.
When she returned six months ago, she too became a celebrated attorney with an unbeaten streak.
Bryan scowled, his fingers tightening on the back of Jillian's neck as he attempted to pull her back, his eyes intense yet controlled. "Jillian, you're too drunk. Let your colleagues take you home."
"No, you take me home!" Jillian yanked at his tie, her voice forceful yet flirtatiously soft.
Bryan pried her hand away and adjusted his tie. He silently grasped her arm, guiding her out of the bar.
Their colleagues' eyes bulged in shock!
The legal community was well aware of their strained relations. What was going on?
As they reached the car, Jillian wrapped her arm around Bryan's neck and kissed him, her other hand daringly reaching his private parts, causing a slight shiver down Bryan's spine.
Bryan pinched her waist and pushed her slightly back. In a raised tone, he remarked, "Don't you know I could sue you for sexual harassment?"
"Do you really have sexual difficulties? Well, I might just spend the night with someone off the street," Jillian declared firmly, dismissing his words and gesturing towards a passerby. "Hello there, care for some excitement?"
Bryan's expression darkened as he observed her actions. Firmly lowering her hand, he opened the car door and swiftly ushered her inside.
He drove directly home.
Once inside, they feverishly removed each other's clothes, sharing fervent kisses as they made their way to the bathroom.
The next morning, Jillian awoke and turned her head slowly—beside her was a man reclining lazily with a cigarette dangling from his lips.
His penetrating gaze, sculpted nose, and well-defined lips sketched a visage of allure yet carried an air of stern authority.
Her mind snapped into clarity.
After a decade, had she finally slept with this daunting man?
Fantastic!
"Good morning, Bryan," Jillian announced, drawing the blanket up as she sat up, reclaiming her usual poised demeanor as a lawyer.
"Get ready. Breakfast is on its way," Bryan remarked, snuffing out his cigarette in the nearby ashtray.
"No need, I've got a client meeting early today," she responded crisply, pulling away the blanket to rise from the bed.
Her gaze sparkled mischievously as she snatched her phone from the nightstand, her lips curling into a cunning smile.
"Should we capture this moment with a photo?" she suggested.
Before Bryan could react, Jillian swiftly activated the camera. She leaned against his firm chest, and captured the moment with a victorious grin.
Beneath the pale gray blanket, their bodies remained just out of view, igniting wild imaginations.
She sent the photo to her best friend, intentionally attaching a voice message.
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