Page 4 of Attracted to A Savage

"You're right, Mr. Carter. I'll look over the details more in-depth, and then we can reconvene if I feel like I can take on the case. Good?" she said as we all stood.

"Cool," I said. This time, I shook the hand that she had extended to me before she grabbed her umbrella and walked out the door. Corey looked back at me and chuckled once he caught me watching her ass in that skirt. I didn't give a fuck how old she was at that point, she was fine as fuck, and I wanted her. Thesooner she could get me out of this muhfucka, the sooner her life was going to change.

3

CASHMERE

The meeting with Kairo and Corey lasted for a little over an hour, and when it was over, I collected my papers and my thoughts and got on the road to make an almost five-hour drive from Gary, back home.It was raining cats and dogs when I made it here, and at first, I was going to postpone, but I had given Corey my word, so I pushed through. I woke up at the crack of dawn to make the early morning meeting, but I was thankful that now the sun seemed to be shining, and the drive home would be nothing like the one here.

Corey and I went to law school together. He was a great attorney; we often kept in contact through social media. When he reached out to me last week, nothing could have prepared me for the favor that he was about to ask for. I know that if he was reaching out to me for assistance, he was not confident that he could pull off a win.

Meeting Kairo was one of the few times that I got that feeling. Going through the never-ending stack of priors for him and how he snapped me up, made me believe that whatever they said he did this time, he did it two or three times. However, that wasn't my job; my job wasn't to have an opinion either way. I didn't want to say anything to get his hopes up, but I was confident Icould win his case. No sooner than I opened the file, I saw three loopholes in witness testimony that Corey should have caught. Still, I would wait until I could sift through everything before committing to it.

There was only going to be one thing that hurt us. Kairo was young, wild, and reckless, to say the least. He was the most complex type of client to defend. His run-ins with the law were extensive, with thirteen arrests. Not to mention the number of homicides that he was named as a person of interest in. With his current charge being double homicide, it would be hard to argue that he wasn't involved. At only 27, he'd already spent four years in prison for a shooting outside of a nightclub. From my research, Kairo was a kingpin from Gary, Indiana. He inherited the "throne" after his father, Kaine, got sentenced to life in prison. Admittedly, I had never conducted background checks or researched my clients beforehand. But there was something about Kairo that intrigued me as soon as his mugshot flashed across my screen.

Professionalism aside, it was hard not to notice a tall 6'4" brown-skinned man with long locs, tattoos canvassing his entire body, and a white gold diamond open-faced grill. His rich skin and those locs made him look like the human representation of a black God. Though I should have been utterly offended, his rugged demeanor alone would make him stand tall even if he was 5'2". It was easy to tell that he commanded respect in every room he entered, and if he didn't get it, there would be hell to pay. It didn't help that once he stood to shake my hand, I could see the outline of his dick resting comfortably on his thigh. I fanned myself, thinking about it as I continued the drive home.

"Hello?" I said with more attitude than I realized because the phone snapped me from my salacious thoughts about the man that I had just met.

"Cashmere, it's me…" the voice on the other end of the phone said, and I immediately picked up the voice.

"Nasir, what do you want?" I rolled my eyes so hard that they probably got stuck.

"Baby, I'm sorry. Can we please meet up and talk?" He pleaded, but I just hung up and proceeded to block that number as well. He had been changing numbers on that app around the clock for weeks, hoping I would finally hear him out, but I wouldn't. The divorce was set to go before the judge in a few weeks, so there was no turning back.

Nasir came from a traditional Nigerian family who instilled in him the importance of having a career and a stable family. I'm sure that now since his entire family has exiled him and his secret baby, the reality is starting to hit him that he fucked up.

His persistence would normally throw me off my game for a bit. Whenever he came around, he reminded me that I didn't get my happily ever after. But not this time; I could barely focus on anything other than the man that I had met. Thoughts of Kairo overtook any effort that I had to think about anything else, and it caused aching between my legs. The way he said my name in the deepest baritone that I had ever heard. The way his eyes scanned my body as he spoke to me. The few times that I had caught him blatantly looking at my breast as I leaned down but feigned ignorance. His dick was the size of a universal remote, the old-school ones. It made my middle throb in the wildest way, and there has never been a man, past or present, who had done that at just the thought of him.

Taking on his case was going to be a challenge. I had never had a felon that I wanted to ravage my body in the way that I wanted him to. Before Kairo, I had never even found any of them remotely attractive. But he was different. He would be trouble for me, trouble I would wholeheartedly welcome should the opportunity present itself. I know that it might be wrong, butI was absolutely about to dabble in the immoral corruption that Hanovich had spoken of. Just not the kind that he had thought.

Once I made it home, I ran my bath water as I prepared to soak before the long road that I now had ahead of me. Sliding down into the warmth of the tub did nothing to cool the burning desire between my legs. Taking my waterproof vibrator that I brought with me, I turned it on and submerged it deep between my legs. With one hand holding it steadily on my clit, I took a finger from the other and slid it inside of me. Imagining that my fingers were Kairo. He had been the subject of my fantasies for the last four hours now, and I couldn't shake him. As the vibrator brought me to the brink of my release, my finger worked in and out of me faster. I came with a force that I can't put into words. If the thought of him had me that worked up, I could only imagine what it would be like once it was real.

"Good morning, Greg,"I said as I went into the office the next day with nothing but work on my mind. I needed to comb through hours of witness testimony and surveillance videos, so it would not be an easy feat. This was the most time-consuming part of my job, but it was the one thing that I couldn't pass off to my team. My eyes and ears were sharp, and I knew what to listen for and caught things that most people wouldn't.

When I opened the door, flowers were on my desk. Rolling my eyes, I took the vase and headed to the trashcan before I realized Nasir had already sent me flowers on Monday. Stopping in my tracks, I searched for a card, and sure enough, there was one.

"Happy Wednesday, beautiful; I'm sorry that we got off to a rough start. I hope this gesture makes it better. -Ro"

I couldn't help the smile that escaped my lips even if I'd tried. I went to the table on the far side of the room and put them there before tucking the card in my purse and turning on the computer. What I saw would determine if I would officially take the case, so this would need my undivided attention. Despite how badly I wanted Kairo to fuck me, I wasn't approaching this any differently. My stats were on the line, and I wasn't going to mess them up by taking a case for dick that I'm sure he'd be glad to hand over either way.

My business phone rang before I was halfway through the first witness statement. I silenced it and continued taking notes. When it rang again, I picked it up and blew out a big breath. "Cash Savage speaking…" I answered.

"Cashmere," The baritone on the other end of the phone was like thunder. My breathing hitched. I wanted to say that I knew who it was just by his voice. But I fell into the game.

"Yes? May I ask who's speaking?" I asked as I bit my lip and awaited the answer I had already known.

"Kairo," he said, confirming my suspicions.

"Is there something I can help you with?" I inquired, trying to maintain my composure.

"Nah, I just want you," he said smoothly. It took everything in me to hang up on that man. Calling me from his contraband. He had some nerve.

“Mean ass”he sent a text message. I smiled at it and deleted it. This man was going to get me in a world of trouble.

4

KAIRO

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