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She woke up feeling the worst she's ever felt. It was probably the talk Craig had with her, breaking her down, making her feel trashy. Normally, she'd scorn him and fall asleep during mid conversation, but she listened as he picked her apart, piece by piece.

It was now seven in the morning, meaning she had work in half an hour.

She flinched at the thought of Jahseh. He gave her even more of a reason to take the day off. Of course she couldn't because the lawyers do play a primary role in the force.

She rolled onto her side, seeing Craig fast asleep right before her. So mellow, yet cataclysmic.

She slid her hand over his cheek, giving it a bland massage with her thumb. She hated the way he treated her, but loved him genuinely.

Making her way into the bathroom, she eyed herself through the mirror. Craig's flinty comments stabbed tiny needles through her heart. She wasn't gratified anywhere, not at home nor at her job. She pushed his scrimpy mouthful to the back of her head, getting read for work.

After a relaxed shower, she slid on black lace under garments, a button down blouse, and job-appropriate pants, in order to keep Jahseh out of her privates.

Just in case he decided to try something slick.

She then spritzed on some of her beloved perfume, grabbing her purse and brief case.

...

She sighed as she pushed through the front doors of the jail. She sped over to her office, locking the door behind her. Resting her purse on the desk, she sat down, massaging her temples. Her appointment with Jahseh was in the next hour.

...

Jahseh made his way to breakfast. The sound of hashing and Styrofoam plates ripping attacked his ears. He grabbed his nauseating grub, sitting at a table by himself. Of course Ms. Jones was the very first thing on his mind.

He became stiff at the naked thought of her. He gnawed at his bottom lip, rubbing himself under the table as nasty intuitions wrapped his brain in a sturdy knot.

He pulled himself together and pushed his morning slop away, eyeing the clock. Forty-five minutes left.

...

She picked up her telephone, sending Victor the call to send Jahseh in. Sadly, it was time for their session.

He crept in with a smirk upon his face, "Mornin'." He took a seat.

She eyes him, "Good morning."

He slouched in his chair, masticating his bottom lip which made her feel afflictive. Yet, she found it... sexy. She knew what he was fantasizing about when he laid all his focus upon her breasts, which were covered, but in his mind they weren't.

She snapped at him, "My eyes are up here, Mr.Onfroy."

"I know that." He modestly responded.

"Look here, Jahseh. Attack me like that again and I'll rat your behind out. Ya' hear me?" She muttered at him through clenched teeth.

He chuckled, "I told you what I would do if you did that. Why put yourself in harm's way?"

She had forgotten about Jahseh's "plans" if she told anyone what had taken place.

"Right after I'd inform them, you'd be behind metal bars. You wouldn't be able to kill me, now would you?" She crossed her arms, smirking.

He snickered again at the woman's un-intimidating remark, "Metal bars?" He put air quotes around the word 'bars', "Are you forreal? You do know I was in prison before, right?"

"T-they let you out?" She tried swallowing the lump that had formed in her throat.

"No. I broke out." He said, without a care in the world, lying of course, "If I could break out of there, what makes you think I couldn't break out of here?"

The shaken woman knew she was no longer unassailable. There was no stopping this guy.

"Are we going to get down to business or are you just going to stare at me with your mouth open? You best bet is to close your mouth if you know what's good for ya." He raised an eyebrow, smirking.

"What's... wrong with you?" The young woman was not petrified of being in an empty room with the cold-hearted despoiler.

"Why?...What? Give me something! Why are you like this!?"

"This all started awhile back. I don't feel like getting into details, but I lack family. A major reason why I'm so fucked." He interpreted.

He watched as she scribbled something down on her little, yellow notepad. "What the fuck are you doing?" He snatched her pen away, "Don't write shit down!"

She looked at him queerly, "Why not?"

"Cause you're going to give this shit to the police! Don't anything to them!"

"It's what I'm expected to do! Give me my pen back.."

He looked right passed her, beaming the pen out the open window. "Go ahead and get it."

"Ugh! You're so childish! Shit!" She went through her purse, snatching another pen out of one of the many pockets in contained.

"I swear, write one more thing down and all hell will break loose." He folded his arms, waiting for her to formulate something down.

She was so timid. She knew he wasn't deluding.

"Exactly. Give me the damn pen." He pelted her other pen out the window.

"I don't even know why i chose you. You're no help." He said, looking down at his crisp Jay's.

"Then go! Go find someone else! I wouldn't have had to put up with you and your dilemmas any longer!" She raised her voice, pointing at the door.

She already had enough on her plate, Jahseh wasn't needed to take up anymore space.

He bit his lip at her, which pissed her off even more because the only thing this fellow ever thought about was sex. There was never a serious juncture with him.

"Is sex all you think about?!" She yelped at him.

"Yeah, baby... get mad.." She noticed him rub his annealed goods beneath the desk.

Somehow, it turned her on. She slowly found herself become moist to the sight right before her. She couldn't stand his inclination, yet he was able to charm her like no other.

She bit her lip, not even aware she was. "S-stop. We have work to do." Half her sentence came out in a soft, grained moan.

"Oh really? Why are you moaning and biting your lip?" He cross-examined her, all while continuing to assiduously massage himself.

"What? I-I wasn't biting my lip.." She stammered all over her words. Somehow, he was making her weak in the knees all of a sudden.

He had her right where he wanted her. It was smooth sailing from there.

"You want me, right?" He rubbed himself vehemently, which sent her completely over edge.

"N-No. Please stop, Jahseh.." She crossed her legs, feeling as if cum could trickle down them any minute now.

"Oh, quit fibbin." He stood up, walking behind her. "If you want me, all you have to do is tell me." He whispered, his raspy voice in her ear.

She always found him attractive, unlike his actions. But, for some odd reason, he was getting to her and she was too weak and vulnerable to put up a fight.

He licked her neck which was followed by a delicate kiss. He began unbuttoning her shirt from behind until she stopped him.

"We can't... we can't do this.." She confessed, puller her shirt back closed.

"If you think about it, I could do what ever I want with you because you now find me irresistible. You couldn't stop me even if you tried, because you want it just as bad as I do. So, just sit tight and enjoy."

Sadly, he was right. She couldn't put up a fight, this was something she craved. Maybe even something that would numb the eternal pain.

He pulled off her button-down and unhooked her bra. He stripped himself of his clothes, rotating her chair towards him. He yanked off her pants and slowly slid down her lingerie panties. She gnawed at her bottom lip, eyeing his lengthened stem.

They were both stripped and face-to-face. He laid a malleable kiss upon her lips which sent a thousand electrical waves towards her heart. She never expected it and thought it odd that she found it gratifying.

He pushed her legs apart, sticking the tip in. She flinched at the sharp pain, but he soothed her nerves by caressing her chin, looking deep into her eyes.

He took good care of her whenever she felt wearisome or if something nicked her. He went slow, sensing she was the slow and compassionate type. She did moan his name a few times, evincing that he was doing something right.

She arched her back, running a hand through his tight-twisted dreads. She knew she was an hour late to get home, but couldn't care less. Craig was going to have to sit this one out.

She begged him to speed up a little as her orgasm wriggled upon her.

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She pulled up her pants and smirked at him, "I hate to admit it but, that was... great."

He smiled, "There's more where that came from, baby."

"No thanks," She chuckled, "I had my fair share for the day."

"Tomorrow?" He asked, pulling his shirt over his head.

She smiled, "We'll see." She pulled her purse over her shoulder and her briefcase over the other. "C'mon, get out. I have to close up."

He walked out as she followed. They exchanged smiles before she left the building. She hopped in her car, cheesing harder than ever.

Jahseh had it like that. It's probably the best she's felt in awhile. At the moment, she didn't give a damn about Craig or his bullshit, nor did she care if he scolded her when she finally got home.

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She unlocked the door, seeing Craig watching tv. She could tell he was waiting up on her.

"Again?!" He yelled, not even bothering to look in her direction.

"Craig, shut up. I'm not even in the mood to hear yo' ass." She locked the door behind her, walking upstairs.

Craig's mind was completely blown. He hadn't heard her back-sass him in forever. It's like Jahseh's satisfying sex changed her into a new woman.

"What?" He sprung up from the couch, following her into the bedroom.

She took out her earrings, completely ignoring his presence. He swung her around with rage distant in his eyes as she just chuckled in his face.

Tonight, he was going to make her conceive who was always in charge.

"Bitch, what did you say downstairs?" He grabbed her arm, throwing her onto the bed.

"I said, I didn't want to hear your shit." She fought to get up as Craig lingered over her.

He pinned both her arms beside her, "Let's not forget who's daddy. Do you need a reminder."

"Man.... FUCK your reminder!" She balled up her fists.

He shrugged, "I guess you need that reminder."

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Use synonyms instead of words that are used over and over, also use deep description so that your reader feels as if their in the setting of the book, watching everything compile together.

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