Page 8 of Lost Room Lawyer
“Yes, Melanie is sleeping over with Luna tonight. And Mina is at Jessica’s. Rony said he’d bring her home around noon.”
I let out a confirming hum.
“And Sylvia is sick, so I’m covering her shift on Sunday. You’ll get to play dad all weekend long.”
“I have a lot of work,” I said, which wasn’t even a lie.
“Good thing the kids are old enough to entertain themselves,” she teased me with a drowsy smile.
“Good thing,” I said, not very enthusiastically. “So we’ll see each other Sunday evening?”
“More likely Monday morning.”
Since I usually took care of a few things from home on Monday mornings, we often had breakfast together. But this coming Monday, that wouldn’t be possible.
“I probably won’t be able to wait for you,” I said. “The intern is coming.”
“Oh, is this the Monday when Leo’s son starts working with you?”
“Yes. I have no idea how this will go. I’ve never had an intern before.”
“But you were an intern once yourself,” she reminded me lovingly.
“If he wasn’t Leo’s son, I would never have said yes. But Leo was my mentor, and I owe him a lot.”
“I’m sure you’ll be a good mentor. You’re a good father too.”
I laughed. “That’s probably not the same thing.”
Viktoria snuggled closer to me, resting her forehead against my neck. “I didn’t know Nils studied law.”
“It’s not Nils. It’s the other son, the one from that short marriage.”
“Ah, how long ago was that?”
“Twenty-seven years.”
“Do you know the boy?”
“No, we’ve never met. He grew up with his mother. I tried to google him, but the guy can’t be found online.”
“No photo in the application?”
“No. It wasn’t necessary, since Leo is his father. But from what I’ve heard, he’s supposed to be quite the genius.”
“In what way?”
“I don’t know, but it gives me hope that he can do something.”
At that, Viktoria slipped her hand into my pants and started to massage my penis. It wasn’t the first time I had come home already satisfied—and from a man, no less. As so often before, nothing stirred.
“Aren’t you tired?” I asked, knowing Viktoria had to get up early the next day.
“I’m just taking a break from sleeping. You, on the other hand, must need to unwind a bit—you work so hard all the time.”
“Sorry, Vicky, but… I don’t think I can. I’m really tired,” I said, though my body still felt heated and electrified. The encounter with Rossi had just been magical.
“Too bad,” she murmured and rolled back to her side of the bed.
