Truth And Justice
by Absolute Vanilla
Justine raised her glass. “To truth and justice.”
Alex smiled, inclining his head, his eyes never leaving hers.
The intensity of his gaze sent a spicy ripple surging through her, despite the fact that he was at least ten years younger – or perhaps because he was.
She’d been drawn to him from the moment he first walked into her office, his raven hair swept back from the pale skin of his face, his eyes burning as they looked at her. He seemed almost otherworldly.
She’d taken his case without hesitation, confident of another win.
Now he stepped towards her and she met him, sliding her hand into the small of his back, locking him against her.
Justine watched as Alex rolled away and pulled on his jeans. She hoped there’d be time for another tryst. He’d made love to her like no man before.
He poured more wine.
“Do you remember,” he said, his eyes drifting over her, “a case you won fifteen years ago, against Edward Allandale? You were a prosecutor then.”
She nodded. The Allandale victory had been the start of her brilliant career.
“He was innocent,” Alex said. “You knew that but that didn’t matter. He was also my father – and you destroyed his life. Our lives. My mother committed suicide.”
Justine scrabbled up, pulling the sheet around her as icy fingers traced her spine.
Alex leant towards her. “I thought you should know,” he murmured, “I have AIDS.”
He raised his glass. “To truth and justice.”