Page 85 of My Bossy Billionaire Attorney

“Don’t scold me. I don’t have the strength right now,” I plead.

She comes up to the bar and, reaching for the shot, she drinks it all. She makes theahhhsound as she slams the glass on the bar.

“I’m not scolding you. I told you that if you want to drink, you call me.”

I laugh.

“Okay. You’re the only person who hasn’t let me down yet. Why?”

She shrugs as she sits next to me. “Maybe it’s because I know I’ve hurt you already, and I’m trying to make up for it?”

I wave my hand, dismissing her worry.

“The past is in the past. Besides, Brandon was the one who made you feel like he would give you the world,” I say.

“But I believed it. Even as I talked to you and you spoke about your wedding, I still believed it. I shouldn’t have. I should have been smarter.” Alice confesses.

I should have been smarter too.

If I had a time machine and would go back with the knowledge I have now, I would not have let Brandon charm me at that event.

Instead, I would have politely refused and found somewhere else to be. Or I’d leave to save myself and have struck up a conversation with someone else, but they might have ended up dead, too.

I would not say yes to him.

I would not get engaged, either.

“And, I wouldn’t be going to prison for something I didn’t do.”

“You’re not going to prison,” Alice says with conviction.

Sighing, I place my hand on her shoulder.

“I know you have faith in me, but I think it’s time you face reality, Alice. Even my attorney ditched me, and the person he placed in charge of my case thinks I killed Brandon.”

“He does? I thought you were supposed to beinnocent until proven guiltyin this country.”

I chuckle.

“Oh well. He keeps asking me if there is anything I haven’t told him. Especially now that the person who framed me has a video of me supposedly entering Brandon’s apartment.”

Alice gasps. “How? You didn’t go there, so why would they have a video of you?”

I tell her what happened when I walked into the office to see Peter and Michael and what was on Michael’s laptop.

Alice is shaking her head by the time I’m done.

“The video is doctored, I’m sure. But the person is a sick bastard because that’s the only explanation for what is going on,” Alice says defending me.

“Another glass?” The bartender interrupts our conversation.

I shake my head. “Bottle. Alice will be drinking with me.”

“Oh no, no, no,” she shakes her head. “I’m your designated driver. I can’t drink.”

“Nope,” I shake my head. “This might be my last free night out. The evidence against me is mounting, so I know Elaine Rogers will be coming for me soon.”

“Drink with me tonight and let’s forget all our problems.”

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