Bad Boy's Honor: An MMA Bad Boy Romance (50 page)

I knew a lot of intimate details about April, but Pierce probably didn’t want to hear that. “What do you mean?”  

“Just talk to her.”

“She won’t take my calls.”  

“Give her time. She’s stubborn. She gets that from her mother.”

“Thanks.” Pierce smiled and headed downstairs. “Does this mean you don’t mind?” I called out after him. “About April and I?”  

“That remains to be seen. If you make her happy, then I’m fine with it. If you hurt her… well, let’s just say that all the muscle and tattoos in the world can’t counter the rage of an angry father.”

I believed him.  

I emailed April and told her that the situation was sorted. I didn’t expect her to talk to me any time soon, but at least she wouldn’t have to worry about her career.  

I’d give her some space for a few days. There was something I needed to do. It might not be enough to make it up to her, but it was a start.

I still had a career as a lawyer, but I wasn’t sure I wanted one.

The law school told me to spend a week thinking over my decision. A career counselor called me to talk things through, but it didn’t help much. I couldn’t tell them all the details, so my career counselor just insisted that I would get another job easily with such stellar grades.  

I read over Foster’s email for the hundredth time. He’d been light on the details, but apparently Kathleen had fixed the situation. He’d left voicemails apologizing for being selfish and promising to make it up to me, but I’d not returned any of his calls.

Even Dad had been in touch to tell me not to go too hard on Foster. Was there anyone Foster couldn’t charm?  

Bryan found out I’d lost my job, although I’d no idea how, so he showed up at my apartment with a bottle of wine and a large tub of ice cream.  

“Are you going to tell me what happened?” Bryan asked.  

“Do I have to?”  

“No, you don’t
have
to. However, if you don’t talk then I shall sit here and eat this ice cream without sharing any of it.”

“That’s not fair,” I yelled, as I tried to grab a spoon from his hand. He held it out of reach and I didn’t have the energy to fight him.  

“Life’s not fair,” Bryan replied. “I thought you would have noticed that by now.” He dug his spoon into the banana-flavored ice cream, and fed it slowly into his mouth. “This is
really
good, by the way.”

“Fine, I’ll tell you. There was a fuck up at work, and I ended up getting placed on a project that I’d already worked on for Cooper & Cooper representing the other side.”  

“Oh shit,” Bryan remarked.  

His face went serious and he quickly passed me a spoon. I dug into the ice cream and scooped out my reward.  

“Yeah, ‘oh shit’ indeed. I don’t know how I didn’t realize, but I have such a bad memory for names, and I’d never been exposed to enough of the facts to spot that I was working on the same case.”

“At least you didn’t do anything corrupt. The only problem is how the situation looks to the ethics committee of whatever state bar you apply to. Unfortunately, they tend to come down hard on even the appearance of impropriety.”

“The situation has been resolved. Kathleen sorted it all out. I don’t know how, but she has.”  

“Oh, well, that’s good. Isn’t it?”

I nodded. “Sure.”  

“But you’re still miserable, and cooped up in your apartment like an old cat lady, just without the cats.”

“It’s complicated.”

“Problems with Foster.”

I nodded again, but Bryan waited for me to give more details. Slowly but surely, he was teasing all the information out of me. “I thought we had something for a second. I even thought he felt the same way. I’m a complete idiot.”

“You are most definitely not an idiot. You’re the cleverest person I know, and I know some smart people.”

“I should never have got involved with him. And to make things worse, he’s my fucking stepbrother. I’m going to have to see him every Thanksgiving and Christmas, plus whatever other forced family events I get dragged along to.”

“You should talk to him,” Bryan said. “Just give him a chance to explain his side of events.”

“I know what happened. He put his career before mine. I doubt he’s lost any sleep over all this.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that if I were you.”

Bryan had a guilty look on his face, like he’d said something he shouldn’t. He ate another scoop of ice cream and tried to look calm, but I could tell he was hiding something.  

“What’s going on?” I asked.  

“Nothing.”  

I snatched the spoon out of his hand, and held it out of his reach. “If you don’t talk, I’m not going to let you eat any more ice cream.”

“I can’t say anything yet.”  

“Then you don’t eat.” I took the ice cream from Bryan and helped myself to another scoop, which I let slowly melt in my mouth, and added orgasmic noises for good effect.

“Alright, alright. All I’m saying is that you shouldn’t be so quick to write him off. Foster’s one of the good guys.”

“He’s a heartless corporate lawyer who doesn’t give a shit about me or anyone else,” I snapped back. The words sounded too cruel, but he’d made me feel that way. He only had himself to blame.

“That’s not true. Just give him a chance.”  

“He’s had enough chances,” I replied.

“Hang in there,” Bryan said. “I promise things are going to get better soon.”

“They’d better,” I said, as I handed Bryan back his spoon. He hadn’t told me much, but if I ate all this ice cream by myself, I’d end up having to buy a new wardrobe with the last of my money from my summer working at Arrington & Hedges.

I checked my phone, but there were no messages or missed calls from Foster. He hadn’t been in touch for days. Had he given up on me? I considered replying to one of his old messages, but it had been too long now.

When Bryan left, I tried to chill out in front of the television, but couldn’t concentrate on anything. Every television show I watched reminded me of how shit my life was right now. I loved watching legal dramas, despite the inaccurate portrayal of life in a law firm, but they were a big no-go right now.  

Similarly, any show with students in made me feel like shit, because they were always so optimistic. I wanted to scream at the screen, and tell them that life was hopeless and the real world sucked.  

In the end, I picked up my laptop, and flicked through the prospectus for law school. I still intended to drop out, but if I was going to finish the third year, I needed to find some classes that actually interested me.  

I thought I’d had this all planned out. I had a spreadsheet saved with all the classes I intended to take in my third year, but all those classes focused on a career in corporate law. There was no way I could spend a year studying for a career I didn’t want.  

While logged in to the law school’s databases, I decided to check the court filings in the Jacob case to make sure Zach hadn’t gone ahead and filed anything relating to Foster’s fuck up with the conflict check.  

Kathleen had apparently sorted it out, but if a motion had been filed with the court, then all her powers of persuasion wouldn’t mean jack shit.  

I didn’t find anything. Just to be sure, I looked up Foster’s legal profile on one of the legal search engines in case there was any mention of it there. Again, nothing showed up.

Just before I closed the tab, my eyes were drawn to the most recent filing under Foster’s name. Yesterday he had filed a motion in the PorTupe case. There wasn’t much unusual about that. In large cases like that one, motions were being filed on an almost weekly basis. Most of them were pointless, but this one was definitely not.

Foster had filed a motion to withdraw as legal counsel. That was a huge deal. While a client had free reign to pick and choose their attorney as they desired, attorneys had an obligation not to abandon their clients after commencing representation. Not to mention, the case would be in court soon, and that meant a chance in legal counsel would cause untold delays.

The court would tear Foster a new one for this.

I opened the motion and read through it quickly. The motion was short and to the point. Foster was withdrawing as legal counsel after uncovering information about the client that made it “unconscionable for me to continue as counsel.”  

No facts were included due to client confidentiality requirements, but I knew Foster was referring to the discrimination. He’d done it. He’d dropped his biggest client, and had done so at the worst possible time for them.  

Bryan had been right. Foster deserved a second chance. The court might not give him one, but I sure as hell would.

Apparently doing the right thing could feel good. Shocking, huh?

April had found out about the motion I’d filed in the PorTupe case—probably because Bryan had a big mouth—and she’d got in touch to say she wanted to meet up. 

I tried not to get too carried away, but knowing that I would be seeing her in just half an hour’s time, gave me a warm glow inside that even my meeting with Zach couldn’t disturb.

A few days ago, Zach had called to give me one last chance to pass PorTupe over to him in exchange for making this whole thing go away. Of course, I knew that he couldn’t do anything with the information anyway, because his father had forbid it, but I didn’t let him know that. 

We met outside his office, and again he insisted on sneaking off somewhere quiet. The rumors about him having a broken jaw looked to be incorrect, but he still had one hell of a black eye. Well, not so much black any more, more a dingy yellow color. Either way, I actually took some pleasure in seeing his face for once. How many people could say that about Zach.

“I’m glad you finally came to your senses,” Zach said. 

He was trying to sound as cocky and smug as he had done the last time we’d met, but I could tell he was worried this wouldn’t work out. He didn’t have leverage anymore, so he had to hope I didn’t call his bluff again.

“It’s not too late for you to come to your senses,” I said. “You can still call this off and we’ll go our separate ways. You don’t want to make an enemy of me.”

My heart stopped in my chest as Zach paused and seemed to consider my offer. I’d only said that to make this seem more realistic, but he looked tempted. 

“No,” he said finally. A wave of relief washed over me, but I transformed it into a look of resignation for Zach’s benefit. “We’re doing this. And in case you haven’t noticed, I’m not scared of you.”

I twitched my right arm as if I were about to throw a punch, and Zach immediately backed up a few steps.

“Not afraid, huh?” I said, laughing.

“Whatever. I should make you pay for all the dental work I had to have done after the last time your temper got the best of you.”

“It’d be worth the price.”

“That’s okay. I’m going to be rolling in money by the time all the new billings for PorTupe start coming in, and you might find you need to start cutting back.”

“Can we just get this over with?” I asked, checking the time on my phone. “I have a meeting soon, and this conversation is boring me.” 

Zach smiled and looked giddy with excitement. He’d probably never brought in a new client before, let alone one as big as PorTupe. Right now he was likely picturing his new office, the promotions, and a fat paycheck.

If my plan had one notable drawback, it was that Zach might actually end up profiting from this. I didn’t have to help him win PorTupe, but if he didn’t get it then he might throw a temper tantrum and leak the information about April to the bar association. I didn’t want that threat hanging over her. His dad had told him to stay quiet, but naughty children didn’t always listen to their parents. 

“Okay, how are we going to play this?” Zach asked. “I don’t want this to take long.” 

“It won’t. I’ve already resigned as legal counsel.” I’d told PorTupe that I had personal issues to deal with. They’d never look at the motion I filed with the court, where I’d made it clear that my personal issue was very much related to the client. 

“You have?” Again, I detected some hesitation from Zach, as if he could tell this was too easy. 

“We’d just finished up a big project, so it seemed like the right time. I’ll send them an email recommending he contact you for legal advice going forward.”

“I want to see it,” Zach said suspiciously. 

I opened the email application on my phone and let Zach watch me type and send the email to PorTupe. 

“I’m sure you’ll be hearing from them shortly. Now, are you going to forget all about this incident with April?”

“You have my word.” 

“That’s not worth a lot to me, but it will have to do. As you’re so keen to remind me, I have a bit of a temper. You don’t want to find out what I’ll do if you ever go back on your promise.”

Zach let his guard slip and for a few seconds I saw a glimpse of the fear in his eyes as he looked at me. Getting punched tended to have that effect. You relived the pain over and over again, until your fear of the pain became greater than the pain itself. 

We were about to part ways, when I saw April walking straight towards us. Shit, this probably didn’t look good. I hadn’t told her my plan, and now she’d busted me talking to Zach. 

April walked straight up to us, and she didn’t exactly look pleased. “What’s going on?”

“What’s going on is that your boyfriend just handed me his biggest client,” Zach said confidently. “You’ll be pleased to know that you’re in the clear. I’m going to drop this whole thing.”

“You’re too kind,” April replied sarcastically. “It almost makes me wish I’d gone on that date with you after all.”

“Don’t flatter yourself. I never wanted to date you. I just like messing around with stuck-up little princesses. It helps pass the time at work, you know?” 

I inhaled deeply, taking oxygen into my body to power my muscles, and then stepped forward to get in Zach’s face. Did he get off on being punched? I considered myself well-versed in sexual kinks, but that was a new one to me.

April reached her hand between us and placed it on my chest, urging me to take a few steps back.