by Bianca Cole
Filthy Lawyer
Bianca Cole
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Contents
Blurb
1. Ivy
2. Ivy
3. Wes
4. Ivy
5. Wes
6. Ivy
7. Wes
8. Ivy
9. Wes
10. Ivy
11. Wes
12. Ivy
13. Wes
14. Ivy
15. Wes
16. Ivy
17. Wes
18. Ivy
19. Wes
20. Ivy
21. Wes
Epilogue
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About the Author
Blurb
Filthy Lawyer
I want my new boss’s daughter.
I saw her at the company party, walking across the room with her eyes fixed on some other guy.
I knew I had to step in and stop her from talking to him, so I pulled her against me, pretending I mistook her for a prostitute.
Then she slapped me and put me in my place, revealing who she was.
Fuck.
From that moment, I knew I was in over my head. This woman makes me crazy with the need to claim her. She’s a hot, feisty red-head who won’t take any shit, and I love it.
Problem is, she hates me. How am I supposed to get her into my bed now?
Not to mention, the strict company policy against staff dating. I’ve got a feeling it may be even more strict when it comes to the boss’s daughter.
Although rules are made to be broken, and it’s what I do best.
Filthy Lawyer is a very steamy and hot forbidden office romance. It has hot scenes and bad language and is only intended for readers aged 18+.
Filthy Lawyer is a safe story in the Wynton series with no cliffhanger, no cheating, and a guaranteed HEA..
1
Ivy
The pitter patter of rain hitting the floor to ceiling glass window echoes around my father’s office. I watch the water cascade down the glass. It’s not late but the dark clouds outside make it feel like dusk.
I sigh, dreading the firm’s quarterly party tonight. Once every three months my dad arranges a party for partners and clients. I’m not even a partner at the firm, but my dad insists I attend.
A shudder passes through me as I think about the last party a few months ago. Adrian, a client of the firm, groped my ass. He is seventy-seven years old. Twenty-seven years older than my father and more than triple my twenty-three years.
It was gross. All the men at these work parties are perverts. They think because I’m a woman they can grope me, no matter who my father is. My stomach twists at the thought of attending tonight.
“Ivy,” my dad booms, snapping me from my train of thought. “Are you even listening to me?”
My eyes meet my father’s dark gaze. “Of course.”
His eyes narrow. “What did I say?”
I bite my lip and my shoulders slump. “I’m sorry. I’m distracted because I really don’t want to attend the party tonight.”
My dad’s jaw clenches. “Ivy, how many times do we have to have this discussion?”
I swallow hard. “I know. I’m the future managing partner of this company and have to make an appearance.”
His rage eases. “Exactly.” He lets out a long sigh. “I know it isn’t easy for you, a woman, working in a male dominated environment. The thing is sweetheart you’ve just got to own it and toughen up.”
I give him a weak nod, averting his gaze. I know my father wishes he had a boy. It would make his life much easier. My parents weren’t sure whether they could have children at all. They were successful and my mom gave birth to me, but they couldn’t have any more children. It meant my dad had to accept I was all he was getting.
It didn’t stop him from forcing me into law and priming me to take over his position at the law firm. I never wanted to be a lawyer, in fact, I despise it. The thing is, what I wanted never mattered. From a young age, there was no question. I was studying law, and that was the end of it.
When I was seventeen, I had a rebellious streak and told my father I was going to be an author instead. That was short lived though. He threatened to disown me. I caved and went to law school.
He would never understand what it was like for me working at the firm. How could he? Not to mention, he is always so wrapped up in his work he never sees what happens around him. Every single one of his partners and male clients look at me like a piece of meat. The last party wasn’t an isolated incident. It’s rare I can get through one without being groped or objectified.
His drive and obsession with the firm only got worse when my mom left. She left him for another man two years ago. I rarely see her anymore. She’s off somewhere in Europe, living her life and forgetting about the both of us.
“I don’t want to hear anymore whining.” He tightens his tie around his neck. “Now get back to work for the afternoon and I will see you tonight.” He glares at me.
I push up from the chair and turn, leaving his office without another word. It doesn’t even make sense for me to go to these parties. I’m a junior lawyer not a partner. He makes it worse, not letting me bring Scarlet, my best friend, along anymore. Apparently, she’s not refined enough for his stupid parties.
A smile plays at my lips as I recall the first and last time she attended one with me. We both got drunk, but she was totally and utterly ruined. By the end of the night, she was up on the table dirty dancing. Scarlet has always been a lightweight, and the men were quick to offer her glass after glass of champagne.
Sure, it was a bad move dancing on the tables, but I didn’t hear any of the partners or clients complaining in the slightest. In fact, most of them were egging her on. That’s what they want. Young girls dancing on tables who they can objectify and grope. I’d never understood why my dad banned her from the parties ever since.
I let out a long sigh, flopping into my desk chair and leaning back. The sea of files on my desk make me cringe. I’ve got too much work to do, and I hate every damn minute of it.
My grandfather founded this law firm and my father is desperate to keep it under family control. Hence, I’m stuck doing something I loathe day in and day out. And, don’t get me started on the hours. They are ridiculous. I can’t even remember the last time I had a holiday.
Sam, my secretary, pops her head through the door. “Hey, Ivy, do you have a minute?”
I nod. “Of course, what’s up?”
She steps into my office, clutching a piece of paper in her hand. “Your father’s secretary asked me to pass along your invite for the party tonight.”
She hands me the paper.
I glance down at the invite and huff, wishing I could be anywhere but at that party tonight.
Sam clears her throat, bringing my attention back to her. “Is everything all right?” Her dark brown eyes search my face. I can’t keep anything from Sam.
“Yeah… It’s just I hate these events. I wish he didn’t make me attend.”
Her brow raises. “What’s so bad about them?”
“I’m not a fan of being groped and gawked at by men as old or older than my father.”
Her brow raises. “It doesn’t sound all bad. I wouldn’t mind being groped by rich men.”
I laugh. “I wish you could take my place, then.”
“I would in a heartbeat. I’ve not been getting much action. It’s difficult for a single woman in her forties you know.”
“You don’t understand how gross it is.” I shake my head. “At the last party, a seventy-seven-year-old groped my ass. He was old enough to be my grandad, and It made me feel sick.”
She crinkles her nose. “Okay, that sounds gross. I thought you meant guys in their fifties.”
“Well, even that is too old for me.” I shrug. “I don’t want to be touched by a man the same age as my dad.” I let out a long sigh and rest my head on my arms, folding them on the desk. “It is the same every time. My dad insists it is important for me to attend because he is priming me to become managing partner, which is ridiculous.”
“Why is it ridiculous?”
I glance up at her. “This industry isn’t built for women to be in power. Not to mention, the Heisman firm is one of the most male-dominated workplaces ever.” I let out a long shaky breath. “I never even wanted to be a damn Intellectual property lawyer,” I grumble.
She sighs. “Then why don’t you tell your father that? Surely, he would listen to you.”
“I’ve told him countless times, but he doesn’t take me seriously,” I say.
Sam perches on my desk like she often does. “It’s about time that man did take you seriously. You’re a strong, independent woman.”
I smile. “Thanks Sam, but that will never happen. I’m a lawyer and nothing will ever change.”
She tilts her head to the side. “If you think like that, then sure, nothing will ever change.” She shakes her head. “Ivy, it’s your life. You have the opportunity to seize control. No one can control you. You should never believe there isn’t a way out.”
“I know.” I run my hair through my fingertips, glancing at it. “I’ve spent so much money to become a lawyer. I’m up to the hilt in debt. I couldn’t even afford not to be one.” I wince at that.
Sam sighs. “I still can’t believe your father didn’t pay for your tuition.”
“He wants to teach me responsibility.”
She clicks her tongue. “Bullshit. He wants to make sure you’ve got no choice but to be a lawyer because of money.”
My eyes widen at her bluntness. Sam has been my secretary since I started here, two years ago, and we became good friends. “Maybe.” I bite my lip wondering if my dad really is that calculating. “Do you think he would do that?” I blink a few times.
Sam lets out a long breath. “I don’t know, Ivy.” She squeezes my hand. “All I know is your father is a highly driven individual and I wouldn’t put it passed him.”
A weight settles on my chest at the thought. My father has always been driven, but if she is right about his motivations not to pay my tuition, then that makes him cold-hearted. I think deep down he knows I don’t want to be a lawyer. He knows I wouldn’t have chosen this life for myself.
I just don’t know if he would have been so calculating as to trap me into this life.
2
Ivy
“What can I get you, sweetheart?” The barman winks at me.
Great.
Even the barman at this party is sleazy. “Gin and tonic, please.”
He flashes me a smile, before walking off and getting my drink. What is wrong with the men in this place? At least he isn’t old, that’s something I guess. I look to the left and notice an older man staring at me. He has to be about seventy, staring at my ass. My stomach twists with sickness as he smiles at me, raising his eyebrow.
My lunch threatens to make a terrible reappearance, as my stomach churns. I hate these events more and more with each one.
The barman returns. “Here you go, beautiful.” He passes me the gin and tonic, sliding a napkin across the bar with his number scrawled over it.
“Thanks, but…” I push the napkin back toward him. “I’m not interested.”
His mouth tightens into a straight line, as I move away to a quieter spot by the bar. As soon as my father sees me, I plan to head home early. He can’t keep tabs on me all night. It’s a solid plan.
Why does my stomach twist with dread?
I know why. These parties never go that smoothly. I sip my drink as I scan the room, searching for my dad. Instead, I spot the asshole who groped me last time, making my skin crawl.
Where is he?
The sooner I see him and speak to him, the sooner I go home. I keep scanning the room for him, searching the sea of gray hair. My attention stops on a man with blonde hair, staring right at me. A charming smile tugging at his lips as he watches me from over the other side of the room.
For the first time, there’s a handsome guy here at one of my father’s shitty parties. I let my eyes rake down his body. He’s well dressed in a black form-hugging suit. He’s not much older than me, perhaps in his late twenties.
I avert his gaze and turn back to the bar, sipping on my drink. I tighten my grip on the glass in my hand and turn back to face him. He’s still staring at me as the guy next to him keeps chatting.
It’s been a long time since I’ve been with a man. Ever since my ex-boyfriend, Alec, dumped me, I’ve kept my distance from men.
It’s about time I push it into my past and focus on having some fun. Perhaps, if I have a chat with this guy and see where it goes, it will stop any other creeps groping me tonight. I take another long sip of my drink, draining the last drop. I scan my eyes across the room, searching for my dad one more time. I still can’t see him.
What the hell, I might as well let my hair down.
I set my glass down on the bar and then turn back to face the handsome guy on the other side of the room. I walk away from the bar toward him, taking a few steps with my eyes fixed on him. My heart skips a beat as he says something to the man he’d been talking to and walks toward me too, smiling.
I’m half-way across the room when a pair of hands grab my hips, pulling me to a stop and into a hard, muscled body.
What the hell?
A strong scent of bourbon and cologne fills my nostrils. Whoever has me snakes his arm around my waist, pulling my back hard against him. I shift, glancing up at the man holding me.
He is ridiculously handsome with a strong wide jaw and dark brown stubble peppering it. His eyes are focused on the man in front of him, but I can see they are a dark brown.
His large hand settles on my stomach, lingering there as if owns me. I gasp, shocked at the way this guy is holding me.
Who the hell does he think he is?
My eyes flick back to the man I’d been approaching. He’s back on the other side of the room with the man he’d been speaking with. He is glaring over here, looking pissed.
Great.
The man holding me against him speaks, but not to me, “Sorry, what were we talking about?”
The man in front of us glances between me and this guy, eyes wide.
I push against this asshole’s hard chest, trying to break free from him. “What the fuck do you think you are doing?”
He is so strong I can’t get out of his grip. As if I haven’t even spoken, he continues chatting to the guy in front of us, blanking me.
My heart rate spikes as his hand drops from my waist to cup my ass through my dress. That does it. I push him harder this time, breaking free from his gri
p. “Get the fuck off me.”
The asshole who groped me turns and frowns. “What the hell is wrong? Aren’t you all paid up for the night, sweetheart?”
What the fuck?
The men standing around us all go silent and watch on in horror. Most of them would recognize me. In fact, most people in Wynton would recognize me because of my father. Who the hell is this guy to mistake me for a fucking prostitute?
“Are you kidding me?”
He narrows his eyes. “Don’t speak to me like that.” He reaches for me again and pulls me into him, lowering his voice to a husky growl. “Or, I’ll make sure you never work in this town again.”
I laugh and push him off me. “I hope this is all some kind of joke.”
He shakes his head, reaching to grab me for the third time. One time too fucking many on my count—enough is enough. Adrenaline pulses through my veins as I bring my hand up and slice it through the air, aiming for his face. I hit him hard, making a red mark prickle across his cheek. The slap of skin against skin echoes through the room. I wince as his prickly stubble stings my hand and my arm aches from the force of hitting him.
A deafening silence fills the room.
Shit.
I scan our surroundings to find everyone’s eyes are on us. Thank God my father isn’t here yet. Time seems to slow down as the asshole who groped me grabs hold of my hips possessively, forcing me toward him. His hand circles my wrist and he drags me out of the room.