Judge Patakis pretended to think. I let my gaze travel towards the defense. Not surprisingly, Jackson was looking my way, a very big smile on his stupid face -- he had successfully broken my rhythm and he knew it.
"Objection overruled," the judge intoned. "Please answer the question Mr Korede."
"I don't remember," the witness said.
Great. Jackson looked pissed. He leaned over and whispered something into his assistant's ear.
"In other words, it is likely you were in the room when the stabbing took place," the witness refused to meet my gaze.
"Yes," said Mr Korede before Jackson could raise an objection.
"I have no further questions, Your Honor," I said, walking away from the stand.
We had closed for the day. I was rearranging my papers when out of the corner of my eye, I saw him make his way towards me. My papers were tidy enough but I continued to pretend to be engrossed in shuffling them, with what I hoped was a forbidden frown on my lips.
"Good job today, Miss Olamide," he mangled my name horrily and I wondered if it was intentional.
"Thank you," I said without looking up.
He remained standing in front of me, waiting patiently. I kept him within the bounds of politeness, looking up only when he began to show signs of impatience.
"I was actually going to ask you out to dinner," that stupid grin again.
I eyed him briefly, looked down at my paperwork, then eyed him some more.
"I'm busy," I said with a tone of finality. "I have some catching up to do with my client at the hospital."
His forehead furrowed slightly. He shrugged and said, "Whatever you say."
I had hardly gone back to stuffing my briefcase when he rapped sharply on my desk, startling me.
"You didn't think I was going to give up now, did you, Miss Olamide?"
"Olumide," I corrected sharply. He almost recoiled.
"I'm sorry," I said more gently. "I've been stressed out lately."
"Tell me about it," he grinned. "Would you like to go for a quick drink instead?"
"You'll have to pick me up when I'm done with my client."
"Sure thing," he said. His gaze travelled down to my cleavage. I rapped sharply on the desk, getting him to jerk his gaze back up.
"I'll see you then," he was headed towards his assistant before I could reply.
"Jerk," I muttered, wondering why I'd agreed to go out with him.
He picked me up at the agreed time. We had dinner in a rooftop restaurant overlooking the bay. The stress from the trial and Jackson subtly topping my glass every time it got halfway meant I ended up quite drunk I had no idea when he drove me home and laid me down on the sofa.
In my drunken state, I pulled him down with me. We kissed sloppily, our hands over each other. He must have assumed I was completely pliant because the next thing I felt was something huge prodding at me just below my tailbone.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I asked.
"It's not going to hurt, I promise," he said huskily. Jesus, the gall some guys have in thinking they can slip something into your asshole without you noticing.
"Of course it's going to hurt," I said.
"No, it won't," he pushed harder, almost pinning me down with his weight.
I slipped out from under him.
I stood glaring angrily at him.
"I'm sorry," he said.
We made some corrections, then completed the deed using the right hole.
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I woke up first, some of the memories of the night before coming back to me. Some impulse made me tie his hands to the bed post with the sheets which had come untangled during our love- making.
I remembered the present my college roommate had gotten me as a joke for my birthday. I went into the room to retrieve it, putting it on and walking back into the living room.
Jackson was awake, struggling uselessly against his bonds. He stopped when he saw what I had on.
A strapon had never looked so intimidating.
"What are you going to do with that?" he asked in a hoarse voice.
"It's not going to hurt, I promise," I repeated his words from last night.
His eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets, as I held onto my pseudo-penis, stroking it provocatively.
"No.." he said."No..."
I moved towards him. His eyes were now nearly white, and he looked so comical I almost burst out laughing.
I untied him and he scrambled quickly away.
"Now how do you think I felt last night?" I asked him.
He didn't answer me. Instead, he went into the bathroom to take a shower, emerging fully dressed.
I walked him to the door, careful not to set off the rage he was desperately holding in. He was going to make this case personal, doing anything necessary in order to win.
"You big idiot," I said softly to myself...
