by R. S. Elliot
Lawyer and the BOSS
Book 2 in the Billionaire’s Obsession Series
R. S. Elliot
Contents
Author’s Note
1. Mia
2. Mia
3. Mia
4. Aiden
PREQUEL
5. Aiden
6. Mia
7. Aiden
8. Mia
9. Aiden
10. Mia
11. Aiden
12. Mia
13. Aiden
14. Mia
15. Aiden
16. Mia
17. Aiden
18. Mia
19. Aiden
20. Mia
21. Aiden
22. Mia
23. Aiden
Epilogue
Afterword
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Chapter One
Mia
Seven Years Ago…
The stadium lights flooded the field with white lights silhouetting the players hurtling towards each other over the grass. Bodies collided and boys shouted, the coach’s bellowing commands carrying over all of them. October was quickly drawing to a close and the weather was getting colder, but I was comfortable in the stands in just a light cardigan thrown over my knee-length dress. My advanced placement civics homework was open on my lap, pencils stuck in between the pages at important spots to mark my place, but I would glance up from studying occasionally to watch a play, or whoop and cheer for Aiden.
I could always find him on the field, no matter how chaotic things got. The black number 15 painted on the back of his jersey was like a homing beacon, drawing my eye to the hottest guy in school. At least, I thought he was. With dreamy blue eyes and waves of brown hair, and standing almost six feet tall, Aiden was the only guy I could ever look at when he walked into a room. I’m sure him being my boyfriend had something to do with that.
Aiden collided with one of his teammates, knocking the ball from his hands during their drill, and I put my hands together with an encouraging whoop. He waved at me, always willing to take a moment to throw me a wink or a loving gesture even when his coach shouted at him to get his head in the game and focus up. It was those little gestures that made the experience of watching him practice especially precious to me. I didn’t always sit out here while he practiced, but I came whenever I could, convincing my father that, yes, it was conducive to my studying to sit out on a football field where there were no computers or TVs to distract me. He didn’t seem very convinced, but he let me go most afternoons that I asked, and he didn’t lecture me when he came to pick me up once it started getting dark outside. In my father’s eyes, as long as I wasn’t pregnant and was on track to graduate with honors, what I did on my off hours wasn’t something he could complain too much about.
Aiden was on fire today, and even I had to admit it was making it increasingly hard to focus on the law of precedent regarding copyright infringement. Football wasn't really my thing. Actually, it wasn’t remotely my thing. I had sat through so many practices and games, and I still probably couldn’t tell you what the rules were or why everyone seemed to stop every eight seconds of gameplay to gripe and get into different formations. But I knew it was Aiden’s lifeblood, and I could see the way it lit him up from the inside. I watched him pour hours of labor and passion into this sport, pushing himself to be the absolute best athlete he could be and then pushing some more. I supported him entirely because I respected his dedication to his sport, and because I saw how much joy it brought him.
Similarly, he respected my proclivity for burying myself in a book for hours on end and not emerging until I staggered to the kitchen for a soda and a snack. He didn’t hate school, but sitting still in classes didn’t do anything for him, and he learned much better working with his hands. Still, he listened when I waxed on about the new release in my favorite fantasy series, or how much I was learning about the women's suffrage movement in the United States. He loved how much I loved school, and I loved him for that.
I turned my attention back to my studies, cramming in a couple more flashcards about landmark cases while the boys on the field gathered around in a tight huddle. The homecoming game was coming up soon, and Aiden had been spending every free moment on the field, running drills with his teammates. As far as I understood it, they stood a good chance of winning if they kept performing at the level they were now.
A few minutes later, Aiden was bounding across the field to me while the other players scattered to their corners to down water, swap gossip, or pull out their phones and call their rides. Aiden tugged off his helmet, beaming up at me like a knight coming to visit his lady after a joust. Even with his hair plastered to his forehead with sweat, he was strikingly handsome. Looking down at him was like looking into the sun, like I was soaking in all that light and warmth, and my heart swelled with joy.
"Like what you see?" Aiden called up to me with a grin. I smirked down at him while I snapped my civics book shut and stood up, shuffling my papers and flashcards into my backpack. I walked down the ringing aluminum steps until I came to a stop at the edge of the stands. From this position, I could lean down over the banister and steal a kiss if I wanted to, which I had at more than one Friday night game.
"Oh, I think so," I said, dipping down and stealing one of those addictive kisses. Aiden’s skin was hot from practice, and he smiled against my mouth with his self-assured, cocky air.
"How are we looking?" he asked. He always asked this even though he knew I didn’t really know how things were going on the field either way.
"Pretty good. How are you feeling about the homecoming game?"
"Fantastic. We’ve got it in the bag. The Wolves won’t know what hit them."
I shouldered my bag and bounded down the rest of the steps until my feet hit the muddy ground. Aiden slung
his arm around my shoulder as we walked off in our usual direction: towards the showers, for Aiden, and towards the parking lot to wait for my father, for me. We passed the cheerleaders, still hard at practice on our way. They tossed us half-interested looks from their poses stretching on the ground or running through dances, ponytails swinging, little skirts flipping up to show muscled thighs.
Aiden didn’t seem to notice the way they sized us up, but I did. I was perfectly aware that Aiden had been one of the most eligible bachelors in school before we had gotten together, and I still wasn’t exactly sure how it had happened myself. One day we were joking with each other in a boring algebra class to help pass the time, then we were studying together in soda shops and libraries, which slowly turned into going for rides in Aiden’s car and out for romantic picnics. We had fallen in love without trying to, and we worked perfectly well together.
But not everyone thought that. I knew how fast gossip spread through a tiny school like this, and I knew there were plenty of girls out there who thought Aiden had made a mistake by choosing someone as plain and buttoned-up as me and that he would have served himself better by hooking up with another athlete or a bombshell cheerleader. I did my best to ignore their judgemental looks. Aiden always told me that it was all in my head anyway. When he looked at me, he saw a perfect girl who could do no wrong and deserved all the love he had to give. I had no clue where he got that idea, but I was grateful for it all the time.
"How’s the studying going, bookworm?" he asked, giving me one of his golden-boy, sideways smiles.
"Not so great," I said with a sigh, leaning close against him. I felt a little bit more protected from the thinly veiled glares of the cheerleaders this way. There’s still so much to memorize."
"That’s what you always say," Aiden responded with a laugh. It came from deep in his chest, warm and rumbling. "And yet, you always pass with flying colors."
"Because I study until there isn’t anything left to memorize."
"Alright, I see your point. But I still think you can only stare at flashcards for so long before your brain starts dribbling out through your ears."
"Oh yeah?" I asked with a laugh. "Is that what happened with your calculus homework?"
"Maybe. It’s not my fault calculus is boring and useless."
"It’s not useless, and it’s only boring if you study it in a boring way. You need to get a good grade in this class, Aiden."
"For what? I don’t need to impress any college boards, you know that. My uncle told me he would start showing me the ropes at his company and teach me about running a small business. He even has a job waiting for me. Who cares about calculus?"
"You still need to pass, or they could hold you back and keep you from graduating." Aiden opened his mouth to shoot back with some smart comment, but then he closed it again without another word. I couldn’t resist a smirk of triumph. "Didn’t think of that, did you?"
Aiden mussed my hair and I giggled, my laughter ringing out across the open field. The sun was starting to set behind the forested hills of our rural New York town, setting the sky ablaze with an orange glow. The last of the frogs and crickets would be out soon to sing their mournful song, and then a long night would settle over town. Nothing happened at night out here, and the kids who wanted to sneak into a honky-tonk or cut up with a six pack had to go to the next town over or out into the woods, but I didn’t mind the peace and quiet. It just meant you could see stars for days, and I loved standing in the high school parking lot, kissing Aiden between my giggles as the first of the stars started to show in the sky.
"Wait for me?" he asked, pulling away but still holding onto my hands lightly. We hated to be apart, even for an instant. I nodded with one of those wonderstruck smiles only he could bring out of me, and he bounded away to the locker room to shower and dress. He knew I would wait for a little while more before calling my father so that we could steal a precious few more minutes of time together in the parking lot. I couldn’t imagine what it must be like to date when you had your own car and your own place and when your comings and goings weren't dictated by class bells or practice schedules or nosy parents. It seemed like an impossible dream.
But Aiden and I had gotten pretty good at working with what we had and wringing every moment together out of our days that we could. We never seemed to get tired of each other. Even though I expected it to happen any day now (how could two people spend so much time together without getting on each other’s nerves?), but all that happened was laughter and good conversation and the occasional little tiff that was easily solved by kisses and soon turned into an inside joke. No matter how much love I gave away to Aiden, I always had more left over. And he always had plenty to give me, no matter how many football groupies or teammates or friends from school were vying for his attention.
I turned my face up towards the darkening sky as I waited for Aiden, reveling in the chill and the stillness. Autumn was almost in full swing, my favorite time of the year. It was perfect for reading and long walks in the woods and good conversations around bonfires. I wasn’t much of an extrovert, and summer wore me out with its constant pool parties and road trips and group selfies in front of every ice cream shop and flowering tree. It just wasn’t my speed, but now the world had slowed down and was moving at my pace. Fall also meant college applications, a reality I had suffered through while Aiden looked on sympathetically. I had applied as early as possible to the schools I had picked out years ago and was waiting with bated breath to hear back about my early action admission. I could know if I had gotten into my dream school in a month, or I might have to wait until February. The anticipation was killing me.
Aiden returned quickly, fresh from the shower with water droplets still clinging to his hair. He had retrieved his letterman jacket and backpack from the lockers and shouldered them while he stood with me to wait for my father. I sighed and shot off a quick text to let my dad know that practice was over. If I waited much longer, he would get nervous.
"So I was thinking," Aiden said. "About the whole calculus thing."
"Thinking about calculus? I’m already impressed."
"You passed this class ages ago, it’s child’s play to you. Why don’t you come over tomorrow night and help me study? I’m sure if you got me on the right track and pointed me in the right direction, I would be able to get a handle on things before midterms. I just don’t know where to start with it by myself. And you’re such a good teacher, Mia."
I blushed a bit with pleasure at being called a good teacher, then blushed doubly at the thought of a late night study session in Aiden’s house. Maybe even in his bedroom.
"Would your parents be home?"
Aiden smiled at me in a way that could only be called wicked.
"Getting ideas, huh?"
The heat in my cheeks flared. "No, no! I was just wondering―"
"They’ll be out of town for the weekend. Some business conference up in the mountains that dad’s taking mom along to. Sure to be a boring weekend in log cabins listening to keynote speakers. But you and I could make good use of the empty house."
He left the last sentence open, inviting me to read into it whatever I wanted. But I didn’t let myself get too carried away with thoughts of what might happen if Aiden and I were left to our own devices in his parent's house.
"I don’t think my dad would go for that."
"Well, you don’t have to tell your dad that’s where you’re going."
"Aiden," I said with a warning in my voice. We had already had this discussion too many times to count, so many that it had almost become an argument. Over the last few months of our dating life, he had encouraged me to crawl out from under my father’s thumb, and I had insisted that there was no point in pissing off my dad and disrespecting him when college and total freedom was right around the corner. Besides, it wasn’t like my dad was a drill sergeant or anything. He was just protective.
Aiden threw up his hands as though defending his innocence in a court of
law.
"Hey, I can’t make you do anything! I’m not gonna stand here and tell you to lie to your dad. I’m just saying that you’re always doing what he says and you never get into any trouble anyway. He should trust you a little bit more."
As if on cue, my father’s baby blue Ford truck trundled up the dirt drive that ran parallel to the football field. He pulled into the parking lot and parked a good distance away, probably to give us time to say goodnight before I dutifully climbed inside and was ferried home.
"I wouldn’t get my hopes up about my dad trusting me any more than he already does," I muttered, shouldering my bag. Aiden caught me by the wrist and tugged me back gently. His dark eyes were lit up with a warm glow.
"Then what he doesn’t know can’t hurt him, right?"
"I’m not so sure about that," I said, glancing nervously at the idling truck. My father was being polite by pretending to be scrolling through his phone while we talked, but I knew that he was watching out of the corner of his eye all the same. It was just in his nature.
"I won’t push you. Just promise me you’ll think about it."
"Alright," I said, sidling closer to Aiden. "I’ll think about it."
He went in for a kiss, but I turned my face aside at the last minute, offering him my cheek instead so my father wouldn’t catch any of our PDA. Aiden’s mouth tightened in disapproval, but I was already out of his arms and jogging across the pavement before he could say anything more.
