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"Your wife is in your office."
"Thanks," I mutter to my assistant, yanking at my tie as I duck out of the conference room and make a beeline for my office. It's been a helluva day.
Then again, it usually is when I come into the office. It doesn't happen often anymore. What's the fucking point of being this rich and being the boss if I can't spend my time doing the shit that matters? The people who need my help the most can't afford to drive here to see me. Hell, most are sitting in jails and prisons. So I go to them.
I help those I can, and I don't charge. My firm makes me enough money. I don't need to take it from those who don't have it to spend. That's not why I do what I do.
Most of the women I represent did what they had to do to protect themselves and their children from monsters. They deserve awards and support, not prison sentences.
I can't even think about some motherfucker putting his hands on my wife or kids without wanting to rip the fucking world apart. Yet someone did get his hands on Devin. Before I met her, a cartel tried to kidnap her. They had her tied up in the back of a van.
I think about that shit every day of my life, about what could have happened had Constantine not been there to save her. That's why I take the cases I do. That's why I'm never in my office. Some shit matters more than money.
I cross the anterior office and push open the door to my executive suite, eager to see my baby doll.
My heart rolls in my chest when I find her curled up in my chair, my suit jacket thrown over her lap like a blanket, a law book spread open before her. She's always cold. Even in the middle of sweltering Texas summers, my princess is always freezing.
"Why can't legal language ever make sense?" she mumbles to herself. "It's like whoever wrote it doesn't want anyone to understand it."
"It's complicated to uncomplicate it," I say, smiling.
"Daddy!" Her face lights up as she turns to face me. Fuck, I never get tired of seeing that expression on her or hearing her call me her daddy. I don't have to guess to know she's happy to see me. She wears her joy like a favorite dress.
"You thinking about becoming a lawyer, princess?" I ask, leaning back against the door.
"Ew. No." She scrunches up her face in disgust. "This book makes no sense. And what do you mean by 'it's complicated to uncomplicate it'? That doesn't make sense either."
"Laws and legal opinions can stick around for a long time, so they're interpreted and reinterpreted frequently," I explain. "To ensure that nothing is misinterpreted, lawyers and judges are very careful to spell out exactly what they mean. It takes a lot of words to do that, but the purpose is to boil it down to the most uncomplicated form. You don't want to mean one thing, and then have someone come along and interpret it in a totally different way than intended. So you have to add all of those exclusions in there to avoid that happening."
"Oh." She frowns, flipping the book closed. "Well, it sounds exhausting. And it makes for very boring books."
"There's a whole shelf of your books over there, princess," I remind her, nodding at the shelf in question. I always keep them here for her. Now that the kids are in school, she likes to spend time at the office when I'm here.
She volunteers a few days a week at Mina's Place with Zane and Autumn Montoya, and helps out at Petal Pushers and Gatsby Books when they need an extra hand. She never settled on one thing because she wants to do everything. She still revels in the freedom she has here.
Everyone is happy to let her. She's more than helpful. Whether she's helping out at the shelter or the flower shop or the bookstore or helping Gloria watch the kids, she throws her whole heart into it. My princess is still a ray of sunshine, shining brightly on everything she touches.
"I know I have books here," she says. "But I wanted to read your books, daddy." She looks up at me through her lashes with big, innocent eyes.
I know immediately that she's up to something. She's never been a good liar. The only reason she tries is so I punish her. She likes being punished far too much.
"Hmm." I push away from the door, prowling toward her. "And why did you want to read daddy's books, princess?"
"Just because," she says, shrugging.
I stop behind her chair, spinning it slowly to face me. She cranes her head back to look up at me. "Remember what happens when you lie to daddy?"
Excitement flares in her eyes, darkening them. "Y-yes," she whispers.
"Move the jacket, princess," I growl.
She quickly shoves it from her lap.
"Drape your legs over the arms of the chair. You're going to suck daddy's cock while you play with your pretty cunt."
"Daddy," she whines.
"Do it, baby doll," I order, working the button and zipper free on my pants. I'm already hard as a rock and fucking desperate for her. I always am.
