Jill's POV I stormed out of his house slamming the door shut. I didn't even make it to my car before the tears started to roll down my face. After I got into my car, a gut-wrenching howl escaped my lips as I cried against the steering wheel of my red Range Rover. Thank goodness for tinted windows, It wasn't like Manuel was wrong, but he was in no place to say those things to me. I was also a person with feelings and I should also be treated with respect. Why would I even be jealous of the people he was sleeping with, he was sleeping with them for money nothing else. He was a male prostitute, for goodness sake. Yes, I hadn't had sex in a while but that was the least of my worries, there's more to life than sex, like my career, which I had spent my whole life building. What pissed me off was that, Manuel had a choice. He had a lot of choices, but he chose to sleep with people in exchange for something. I know I have no right to judge, it's his life, not mine, I also didn't

It's been two weeks since I left Manuel standing at the door of my office and he'd been calling me every day since then.All of his text messages went unanswered, and his calls were unreturned, but that didn't stop him. He still called every day. This was a power play on my end and he was beginning to realize but I didn't care. It was too late in the game to change lawyers. The trial was in a few weeks.After my little tantrum at the police station, the cops were finally doing what they were supposed to do; their job. And the investigation was a fruitful one indeed.A few days ago Sanders called me and offered me a plea and I knew I had him hook, line, and sinker. I was making him sweat, and that was what I wanted.I hadn't opened the folder Rambo gave me the other day, I've been so busy and occupied with the other cases. Jury selection was in a few hours for Manuel's case. I needed jurors that would be able to relate to Manuel's case.Not the murder case, but the discrimination one

Manuel's POV It was at that moment that I knew I'd fuck up, as soon as I came I knew it was a mistake.Talk about post-nut clarity.Jill was right.The chances are Jeanine might not even help me, she just wanted me to fuck her, I went with it. I couldn't even hold my own.This business was all I knew, but it wasn't my only means of survival anymore. As soon as this trial was done I'd leave this life behind, I don't know what will happen if I don't get a not guilty verdict, I didn't want to think of that now.After I was done, I left her house I didn't want to be there much longer. I told her to get back to me after she'd done what I asked and I went home.I now felt bitter about this whole thing, I showered, ate, and looked at my laptop trying to remember anything from that day, but nothing came to mind.I went through her pictures on Instagram and wave a of nostalgia hit me, I did miss this woman and I knew, I was in love me her but nobody could ever know that.It's okay they assume

It'd been a few days since Jeanine got what she wanted from Manuel and although she said she would help, how was she going to help?Cassidy's husband, Daniel, didn't exactly like Jeanine and she knew but she didn't care. He was cold to her, she didn't understand, and she was always baffled by his chill towards her.Jeanine had gone over to his house a few days after the news of Cassidy's murder was out, but the housekeeper told her Daniel wasn't in the state to receive visitors, so she left.She was always going to warm her way into Daniel's life, but now that his wife was dead, she saw a perfect opportunity to try her luck again.Jeanine did not care whether Manuel asked her to or not, she was sure was going to get Daniel anyway she could.The truth of the matter was Jeanine always wanted the best for herself, she wanted to have the best shoes, the best outfit, and the best makeup in the room, she always wanted the be prettiest and best at everything. Her aim was high.She had the b

Daniel woke up the next morning with a splitting headache. It was not a surprise to him, he was used to the pain, and he'd rather have physical pain.It was better than the emotional pain that was eating him up inside.He'd been drinking to stupor ever since Cassidy's death.His housemaid always dropped two pills of aspirin and a glass of water for him every morning.Aside from the fact he reached for his pills and didn't see, his attention was turned to the brown-haired lady beside him.“No,” he whispered, his voice croaked.He looked under the blanket and was mortified to see he was nude, and so was the lady.He swung his legs over the side and planted his feet firmly on the ground. He was surprised to see a used condom on the floor.To make matters worse, the condom was filled with the unmistakable evidence of their intimacy.“Oh my God, what have I done! “ He said, his voice shaky, quiet.He picked up his underwear from the floor and disposed of the condom.Going to the other side