The door slammed shut behind them. Jill shoved Manuel against it, not breaking the kiss once.She continued to kiss him hard, with no tenderness she kissed him fiercely, her finger tangled in his hair, pulling him closerManual lifted her, her leg wrapped around his waist, and he moved them to the wooden table in the foyer. His hand roamed her legs until it got to the waistband of her sweatpants.There was no hesitation in his movement, just desperation and hunger. Her nails scraped his neck as he gripped her waist, pulling her closer, their mouths clashing, fighting for dominance.He peeled off her sweatpants and with one hard pull ripped her black lace panties into two.She gasped as his fingers found their way to her entrance. She was soaked, wet, and ready for anything he would do to her. Manuel knew this, and that caused a wicked grin to appear on his face.He used his fingers to draw circles around her clit, coating his hands with her wetness. He brought them to his mouth and su

Manuel's POV I waited for Jill to get showered, dressed and I waited for her downstairs.She came downstairs in her normal attire; a pantsuit and her louboutin heels. She was dressed in black, ready to kill. The red lip made her look more sexy.She walked past me without a glance, I strutted behind her like a lost puppy. She drove us to the police station in silence.I didn't think it'd be weird if we showed up together. My trial was supposed to have started anyways.We met her assistant, Sarah at the police parking lot. “Tell me everything.” Jill ordered “After I called you to tell you about the judge, one of my contacts at the police station called me to tell me one of the door men at the hotel came forward, the man allegedly saw Cassidy alive after Manuel left. His name is George Wilson” Sarah explained. Jill listened to her attentively, absorbing all the information she could.I just stood there in the side lines, watching.“Why is he just coming forward now, where has been al

Jill stood up from her seat, adjusted her blazer with practiced precision, and walked up to the jury box. There’s something almost ritualistic about lawyers and their blazers; perhaps it’s part of law school, a signal that every gesture counts. She strode forward, silent and measured, and the courtroom fell into a hush so complete you could hear a pin drop.After a beat, she finally spoke. “Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, my name is Jill Baker.”“And I am the lawyer for the accused.”Her eyes swept the room before settling on me. She pointed directly at me, and I met her gaze with a pleading look, a silent appeal begging her to see that I wasn’t the monster the prosecution would soon paint me to be. Without a word, she simply nodded and continued.“The case before us is an unsettling and disturbing one, a tragic reminder that a night of intimacy can sometimes turn into something frightening. My client has been accused of murdering Cassidy Jones, a woman whose future was so bright

Manuel’s POV I was too stunned to speak, as Jill made the announcement, I just sat there, in the midst of all the commotion, I couldn’t even move. All I could think of were those five words. “Cassidy’s body has been found” So she was really dead, she was gone, gone forever and her now lifeless body was proof. The commotion in the courtroom had died down, Jill had left. It wasn’t until a tear dropped on my hand that I realized I was crying. I didn’t know when exactly the tears started, but I couldn’t stop, it just kept falling and falling. For the first time since this whole trial started today was the first time I cried. Sarah cleared her throat, my attention turned to her. I wiped the tears in my eyes and dragged myself to my feet. I realized the courtroom was now empty. It was just Sarah and I standing. I didn’t even notice everyone leaving. “Where is Jill?” I asked, voice shaky. “She’s gone,” she replied. “There is a swarm of reporters outside, so we are going to h

Jill POV I’ve gotten use to being unreachable, I like disconnecting from the world and my problems Turning off my phone, not turning on the television, disconnecting my land line all so I can soak in my bathtub with a glass of wine and a book. Since that question was in the air, this case would be ten times harder, they’d be an argument about conflict of interest, lack of professionalism and some other bullshit the media or everyone else would come up with.Everyone needed at least one scandal in their career. I guess this was mine.But, how did it get out so quickly? In a matter of hours, was it Sarah that took it to the press? No, I don’t think she would, or would she? You think you know someone until you don’t.What am I going to do ? Do I confirm or deny? Do I step back from this case? Do I buy a house in Australia and move away ? I go under the water for a few minutes until my lungs start to burn. I get out, get dressed and get ready for court. It’s not until I’m done dress