Chapter 5

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Heaven POV

"How was lunch?" Emily asked when I walked in. "It was good." I told her. "That's good. Um. Mr. Jackson is in your office." I looked at her with confusion. "Mr. Jackson?" "Yes. He insisted that he went in a talked to you. I tried I really did!" "No no. It's ok Em really." I reassured her. Emily is the newest here and the youngest. Not an intern like I was. Let's just say she's my secretary. "Oh. Well ok then." I laughed a little at her being 'on her toes'.

"Mr. Jackson?" I walked in my office looking at the male figured sitting facing my desk. He turned and I looked at him shocked. "H. Carter on the door and Heaven C. on your desk. Your parents must have known what you were going to turn out as." He says. "Sooo you're mister Jackson." I walked passed him, behind my desk to sit. I pulled his file out of my file draw and opened it. "Why is this my first time meeting you Mr. Jackson?" I questioned. "Technically, it isn't you're first time meeting me. This is just the first of me coming to meet my Attorney." He smirked leaning back in the chair. "Ok Mr. Jackson-" He cut me off. "Caution." He says. "I'm aware of your name." Even though it's strange. "Mr. Jackson-" "Hello, my name is Caution. Now I have introduced me to you. I'll appreciate it if you called me by which I introduced myself to you as." He says making me smirk. I felt the same way about when people talk to me.

"You left this." I looked up to see Will walking in my office without a knock or a warning and Emily right on his tail. "I could've gotten it later, or you could've text me, I have a client." I excuse myself from 'Caution' to show Will out. "Ok ok. Maybe I just wanted to see you again." He says which made me blush a little. "Bye. Thanks for my shades." I pushed at his chest. "Give me a kiss first." "I have a client." That didn't stop him from pulling me close and kissing me. "Bye. I'll call when when I make it home." He pecked my lips before finally leaving. "I'm sorry about that." He scoffed before saying no problem.

*

"Hello?" I answered my phone.
"My dad is outside my door knocking." Laila says.
"We'll let him in Laila."
"I don't want to be here alone with him."
"Laila, he is your father and he loves you. He have told me a bunch of times that you won't text him back or answer his calls. Let him in the house and I'll be there once I get off."
"But I'm scared." She says.
"Well you shouldn't be afraid of your father. I have to go, I have a client. I love you and call only if you really need me please."
"Ok I love you too." She says before we hung up.

"Daughter?" I looked up at Caution. "No." I laughed. "My best friend." "That's how you talk to your best friends?" He questioned. "That's how I talk to my best friend that I've known for all of my life, yes. She's my one and only friend." I shrugged. "And why is that?" He looked interested. "I believe you're here because of you, and not my personal life." I mumbled. "Well maybe you should leave your personal life at home." He mumbles back which made me giggle a little.

*

"So nice meeting with you. At least I know who my client is if it's time." He chuckled. "So we're only have this Lawyer-Client relationship?" He asked. "What other relationship shall we have?" I questioned. "Well considering I see you in a lot of places, I don't want to feel like a stranger or a stocker. If I see you, I should be able to walk up to you and say hi right?" He says. I shook my head as I closed my laptop down and put it in my laptop bag, then getting my purse. "I keep my work completely professional." I walked from behind my desk to my couch and laid my things there.

"And I understand that. But, the way I'm set up." I felt hands go around my waist and he pulled me into his chest. "I know you feel it." He says. "I have a boyfriend." I tried to get from in his hold. "I bet he can hold you like this. Or whisper in your ear and make you feel like this." He says. I had enough power to get from his hold, which actually felt good. It's just not appropriate nor is he my type. Even if he looks good in that suit.

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