There are things you need to know about Ally aka Allison Hart :
1) She's a hotshot lawyer with a hundred percent win record.
2) She must get married ASAP to get her sister's custody from her parents.
3) She loves kissing Daniel.
Being a hotshot...
A lie doesn't become truth, wrong doesn't become right, and evil doesn't become good just because it's accepted by the majority - Booker T. Washington
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I look up at Daniel through my lashes and find him staring at me. He's looking at me like I'm someone worthy. The feeling thaws my heart, and I hate that it somehow validates me. That, for the first time in a long time, I feel good about myself.
I want to look away.
I should look away.
But I can't.
It's his eyes. His blue orbs. When I look in them, I see the man in pain. It makes me wonder whether he had suffered. But my longing turns into anger immediately.
"What in the world is he doing here?" I shout at the top of my voice.
Woah! Chill girl.
"He's my guest. Behave properly," Judge orders. My eyes widens, I stand up in shock.
"I don't like him. Ask him to get out," I tell Judge who rolls his eyes in return.
"Stop shouting."
I glare at Judge. "You're the meanest guy I have ever met in my life," I snap, spinning on my heels and moving to the guest room.
In my room, I take a seat on my bed, and it creaks with the weight. My back sinks into the quilt as my muscles twinge in discomfort from standing on my feet all day. The whole room is designed using grey and black color since that matches my eyes and hair. I fought with Judge for three weeks to get him to agree to let me change the paint of just this room.
Raising my hands over my head, I let out a stretch as I close my eyes. I move towards the walk in closet. I change into a pair of sweats and a long-sleeved top. I have my own set of clothes here since I stay here every Sunday. I swoop my hair up into a claw clip and look at my reflection in the mirror. My long black hair definitely need a hair cut. My usually glowing face is covered with bruises and tiredness.
With the shake of my head, I force those thoughts to the back of my mind. I stroll towards the room and lets out a surprised shriek when I catch the sight of Daniel.
"Daniel," I whisper, because that's all I can manage.
"Allison," he whispers, matching my tone.
Oh for God's sake, snap out of it. You're angry at him.
Oh yeah, right!
"What are you doing here? You shouldn't waste your precious time with a no-work-and-responsiblity-woman like me," I snap.
