Page 22 of This Is Law 2

I knew my way around this place like the back of my hand, so I walked through, and once I turned the corner, the conference room, that was made of glass doors, was right there.

I would have to pass the conference room to get to Law’s office.

I stopped in my tracks because as I was passing it, I could see that Law, and just about every one of the attorneys here that worked for him were all out of their seats, and they were talking amongst each other, making it clear that the meeting was over.

When it came to me, it was like I was magnetic to him because he immediately could sense my presence.

He had been talking with another one of the attorneys, but he stopped, looked over at me, boldly looked me up and down, smirked, and he picked his hand up, ushering for me to come inside.

I pointed in the direction of his office, telling him that I would just wait for him there, but his cocky ass still motioned for me to come inside, so I sighed, and I went for the double doors, pulling one back, and I walked in.

I swear, the second I walked in, all eyes were on me. Everyone was smiling, happy to see me. There were a couple of new faces because like I said, I hadn’t been to his workplace in a while.

“Sorayaaaaa. Oh my God! We missed you over here,” that was Camille.

She’s been working for the company for about three years.

I liked Camille. She was super sweet. Her and I hit it off a few years back at one of the attorney balls that Law and I attended.

I had her on social media, and she was married, and had three beautiful children.

You could tell that her excitement that she had right now when she saw me was genuine.

She rushed to get to me, having me sit the food down on the table, and she wrapped her arms around me, hugging me, and I did the same.

“You’re making me feel bad about not seeing you guys in a long time,” I voiced, once we pulled away from each other. She laughed and waved her hand at me.

She went on, and on, telling me how good I looked, and I tossed the compliment right back to her because Camille really did look good.

Hell, damn near every woman in this conference room was beautiful.

Again, back when I was married to Law, I was never insecure or anything when it came to him working alongside other women.

Insecurity is not a trait that I ever possessed, and Law used to make me feel like I was the prettiest woman in the world, so I could never exude that feeling.

I didn’t grow insecurities until we reached that low point in our marriage, and his ass went on a spree of fuckin hoes, and I would get around those hoes, and all of a sudden, they would start laughing.

All the women went around the room, damn near attacking me with hugs. I knew the men as well, and had healthy relationships with them, so they came over too, offering me one arm hugs that lasted no longer than a second, being respectful of Law.

“You just went around the room, and let damn near fifty people hug you, and I gotta get the last one,” Law said the second I made it to him. I laughed at his words.

He couldn’t even hide his excitement that I was here.

It was pure. Those dimples were showing, and everything.

Like he owned me, he put his arm around me, and everyone in the conference room was looking, and they all held that same desperate look in their eyes for us to get our shit together and get it right.

“You know I had to save the best for last,” I let him know.

“Smooth, baby. That’s real fuckin smooth,” he replied, and he kissed my forehead, and let me go.

Everyone started spilling out of the conference room, and I walked over to where the food was, tried to grab it, but he took it, letting me know that he had it, and he walked over to the double doors, opened it for me, so that I could walk out first, and I led the way to his office.

It was down the hall, and I had to hit another corner.

You could gain access to his office either by putting a fingerprint, or a code.

To make it easier, he just put his index finger on the scan, and the door unlocked.

He opened it for me, I stepped inside, and that same mahogany teakwood smell was breezing through his office.

I looked around, taking in the fact that everything still looked the same.

From where I stood, I could see his big office desk, and I expected to walk in, and see that our wedding day pictures would have been removed, probably tossed in the trash a long time ago, but he still had it sitting there.

That’s when I felt bad because months ago, I got in my feelings, and I put our wedding photos up in one of the drawers in my office, taking it off the desk.

“You have a certain maturity about you that I’ve never had. I took our wedding pictures off my desk a long time ago,” I turned around to share with him, and he shook his head.

“I expect that kind of behavior from you. You weird,” he said, and I laughed.

He went over to the sitting area that he had in his office, and while he did that, I went over to the restroom that was in here, so that I could wash my hands.

Five seconds into me standing at the sink, washing my hands, he joined me.

There was no kind of personal space going on.

He removed the suit jacket that he was wearing, got as close to me as he possibly could, and he wrapped his large hands around my waist, while burying his head into the crook of my neck.

“Who helped you out? How you know I been wanting pastries?” he asked, making me chuckle.

“Nobody. I took a wild guess,” I lied. He kissed my neck, and then he looked at us in the mirror.

“What usually happens when I start craving something sweet?” he asked, and my heart went down to my ass. My entire body froze up because I knew now the correlation of him craving something sweet, and what that usually meant was taking place with my body.

“I don’t know,” I lied again, not even wanting to say it. He laughed, took a hand off my waist, and he slapped me on my ass.

“Yeah, okay. Remember I told you about winning silly prizes. We’ll see soon if you won one,” was all he said. I didn’t respond.

I moved out of the way, so that he could wash his hands.

I stood off to the side, watching him as he washed his hands.

I don’t know if I was just under some kind of spell these days, but even something as simple as him washing his hands was turning me on.

I knew that I needed to get the hell away from him before I hiked this dress up, allowed him to toss my ass on this counter, and have his way with me.

I wasn’t working with that much time because I had meetings of my own back at the office in a couple of hours.

I walked out of the restroom, and I went back out to the office, going over where the food was.

Law eventually joined me, and he sat down, pulling at my hips, so that I could sit on him.

I had his food in my hands, unwrapping the burger for him, and pulling his fries out of the bag.

Once I had that ready, I passed it to him.

“Thank you, mami. What? You heard my stomach rumbling or something?” he asked me, causing me to smile.

“Law, I’m groveling,” I told him.

“Ay, let me tell you about your snitching ass son. You always be ready to have that lil nigga back, but let me tell you how he be throwing your ass under the bus. Creed hit me yesterday morning. You know how you left out of your house late at night two nights ago to come get some dick, right? Creed hit me yesterday, telling me that he think you got a boyfriend because of the time you left the crib, and the time you got back home. His ass trying to get back in my good graces that he’s willing to throw his own fuckin mama under the bus.

He be making you out to be his favorite person in the world.

Look how your boy ratted you out to me,” Sevyn said, and I laughed, while leaning over, so that I could grab my chicken sandwich that I had in the bag.

“When I got back home, which was two in the morning, he came downstairs. He started questioning me, asking me where I was, and who I was with. When I wouldn’t tell him, he threatened to tell you.

You told them that they’re the men of the house while you’re not there, and that’s got Creed thinking that he’s my damn man.

I love him to death, but he’s overbearing as hell,” I shared, putting a napkin in my lap, and I unfolded the wrapper, so that I could open the chicken sandwich.

“He doing what he supposed to be doing, that’s all,” Law said.

I was sitting sideways in his lap, and I had my legs crossed.

I had the perfect view of him. The way he was stuffing fries in his mouth, mixed with holding the burger in the other hand, was so attractive to me.

Law had a big appetite, and even though it used to be one of those things that I would always complain about because I always had to keep his ass well fed, it was still one of the many things that I loved about him.

The way he chewed his food down was sexy as hell to me.

I really was trying to make it where I didn’t jump on his ass because it was too many people that worked for him outside of these doors, strolling the halls, or in their offices.

We’ve had sex in his office plenty times before in the past, and my ass would always be ashamed to walk out, thinking that everyone heard me.

I went ahead, and cleared my throat, so that I could talk about something with him, and stop lusting over him.