Page 2 of My Bossy Billionaire Attorney

“Good luck to you and good riddance to him, but I will not be returning the ring. I guess I’ll see you in court. I don’t care. Let everyone know that while I was writing letters apologizing and sending back the gifts, and dealing with the humiliation of canceling a wedding, he was busy screwing someone else.”

She turns on her heels and sashays towards the door. Again, I’m drawn to the thick curves of her body and the way they are accentuated by her slacks.

When she turns around, fire flies from her eyes, I snap out of my thoughts.

Focus, Michael.

“Are you married?” She asks. “I doubt it. I know men like you, good women come and go from your life. You probably can’t handle the commitment, and you probably leave them over a text message.”

Her words hit a raw nerve that sends my patience through the roof.

“I don’t know who you are, but you and Brandon seem to deserve each other,” I say as bluntly as possible.

Her eyes narrow. “What?”

I scoff. What? I tried to hold back, but if there’s something I won’t take kindly to, it's someone making assumptions when they don’t even know me.

I walk across the room, slowly and deliberately moving close to her. I keep my eyes fixed on hers—like a predator stalking its prey. I watch as she swallows hard, seeing her confidence falter momentarily, and the stubborn tilt of her chin drop before she picks it up again.

I should back down, I know, but I’ve crossed the point of being nice. Now, I have to clarify that since she was not playing nice or listening to me, she should be ready to take what I’m about to give her.

When she first barged in, a part of me wanted to listen. But I soon realized that she was like every other scorned ex-girlfriend or wife that comes into my office after losing out on the divorce settlements, claiming they deserve this or that, never happy with the outcome.

She steps back until her back hits the door, but I don’t stop walking. I halt when two steps are between us and brace my hand on the door, inches away from her head.

“I said,” I repeat, “that you and Brandon deserve each other. So you should return the ring and stop holding onto something that is never going to happen.”

“What do you mean by that? He cheated on me. I was…I was the one who spent weeks cleaning up his mess.”

I shrug.

“Okay? You claim I am the type to break up with a woman over text, but you don’t know me, do you?”

She shakes her head. “But you’re Brandon’s lawyer. I know the type of man he would choose to defend him.”

“You don’t understand, do you? I’ll break it down for you. You don’t know me, and you’re willing to slander me. Yet, I seem to have gotten a good picture of the kind of woman you are.”

“Nagging, for one. You must have nagged the poor man to death. I don’t excuse his cheating,” I add when she’s about to object, “but darling, do you think you’re without fault? No, you’re not. You think you do everything right, but deep down, you know that there are parts of you that nobody wants to see.”

“Ugly parts of you. Now, that’s why I said you and whoever Brandon is deserve each other. Also,” I exhale, returning to my desk and picking up the letter.

I make my way back, and I put more distance between us, putting the letter in her face.

“If you had taken a moment to look at the letterhead on this paper and the name plaque on my desk, you’d have seen that they are not the same and you are in fact in the wrong office.”

“You are looking for a Matthew Shepherd, and my name is Michael Stone.”

“Sure, our names start with the same letters, but I assure you we are very different.”

Her gaze flickers from the paper in my hand to the name plaque, so I hand the paper to her. Her eyes widen as she reads the letterhead and then glances at the plaque again.

I shake my head.

“You’ve come here and wasted my time, and I’m tempted to send you a bill for the last 15 minutes you just cost me and have you thrown out of here. Unless you decide to apologize, and I’ll see if it’s acceptable.”

When her jaw remains in the stubborn angle, I chuckle quietly. I didn’t expect her to offer an apology, not after that rehearsed dramatic display.

Unfortunately, her stubbornness no longer amuses me, so I set my face in a stern frown.

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