Page 56 of My Bossy Billionaire Attorney

“How is he your lawyer now?”

Ha. Funny story.

“Well,” I wave my hands around. “We ran into each other a couple of times, and everyone thinks of him as kind and caring and handsome, but to me, he was a handsome jerk. I told him I would tell everyone what he was really like.”

She laughs again. “Did you have proof?”

“No.”

“How was it going to work, then?”

I shrug. Looking back on it, Michael could have easily fired me. I had nothing on him except a burning anger fueled by the men in my life who have fucked me over. He put up with my outbursts when he could have said, “To hell with it,” and rid himself of a loudmouth paralegal.

Huh.

I shrug again and drink some more.

“I guess he heard about my arrest and came to the station. I explained things to him and asked him to defend me. But Michael Stone,” I wag my finger, “that handsome devil rejected my plea.”

The wait staff comes with another round of drinks, shakes her head at us, and walks away. I laugh as she walks away.

“Why is she shaking her head? We are paying for our drinks, aren’t we?”

“I think it’s because we’ve been sitting here for over three hours. A lot of people have come and gone.”

“Oh.”

I look around and realize that she’s right. We’ve been here the longest. Which means it’s time to go.

“I guess we better call it a night, then,” I say slurring my words.

“Where will you stay? Your house?”

I open my mouth to tell her that I was staying in a motel, but I feel embarrassed, and I know she will bug me to come home with her. So, I shrug my shoulders instead.

Alice sighs concernedly. “Okay. I promised I would not push. But if you need anything, you know where to find me.”

I nod. “Yeah.”

“Okay. Wait a second. I’ll go call a cab, and then I’ll come get you.”

I watch her walk away, and in her absence, a bit of soberness returns to me. What am I doing, sitting and getting drunk with Alice?

My life has truly hit rock bottom.

She returns and places a hand on my shoulder.

“Alright. The coast is clear. Let me help you outside. I want to stay a little longer.”

I shake my head. “I’ll get there myself. Thanks.”

“Okay. Uhm…I know I’m in no position to give you advice, but if you feel something real for this guy, your boss, maybe try telling him?” She suggests.

That’s why you’re in no position to give advice.

Chapter 17

Savannah

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