Page 62 of The Deadbeat DILF
I gave him an apologetic smile. “Sorry. I know it’s a weird request, and you’ve just woken up, but it’s important.”
He frowned. “Should I be worried?”
I shook my head. “No. At least, not at the moment. I just want to check them, if that’s okay.”
“Of course. I think I have a copy of the agreement somewhere in my emails. I’ll send it to you. But for now…” he dragged me closer, his morning wood bumping my leg.
“We’ve got work,” I reminded him.
“We’ve got time for a quickie.” He pulled away, shooting me a playful look. “Unless you don’t want to?”
“You know I can’t say no to you.” It was true. All he had to do was pull me close and give me a suggestive smile, and I was turned on.
We had sex with Robert on top of me, my legs resting on his shoulders as he rolled his hips, fucking me slow and sensually. It felt so good, and the sensation was heightened by the factthat we were looking into each other’s eyes. I loved his eyes. They were so expressive. During sex, they went dark, his pupils filling up the irises. But later, they were warm, like melted milk chocolate.
Afterward, we showered and got ready for the day. While we had coffee, Robert took out his laptop and emailed the agreement to me.
“I’ll see you tonight,” I told him as we walked out of the apartment together. On the street, the sun was glowing in the sky, and the light breeze was pleasant. It was a beautiful day.
“See you tonight,” Robert replied, his hand finding the small of my back. “Have a good day.”
We kissed before pulling apart.
Once I arrived at work, all I wanted to do was read over the divorce agreement. I stopped myself, though — I had cases to work on and important clients to talk to. I held myself back all the way until lunch, which was fair game. I ate a chicken salad wrap at my desk while reading through the document on my desktop computer.
As I read the sentences carefully, my stomach dropped. The agreement was atrocious. It was greedy. There was a lot of legalese, which would’ve confused Robert when he read it. Did he have his own lawyers look over it?
Did he have his own lawyer during the divorce at all?
I looked through the agreement and found the lawyer who had written the settlement agreement. It was someone named Seth Blackmore, and a quick online search revealed that he was a partner at Blackmore Lawyers.
I picked up my phone, scrolling through my contacts. A woman named Lynn Anderson, who attended law school with me, had gone on to specialize in family law. I hadn’t spoken to her in ages, but I knew she wouldn’t mind helping me out.
I called her. My phone rang for a few seconds before she picked up. “Lynn Anderson speaking.”
“Lynn, it’s Brooke Collins. How are you?”
“Brooke! It’s been ages. I’m well, thanks for asking. How’s life treating you?”
“It’s good,” I said. “I’m still working at Ashcroft. You’re still working in family law, I presume?”
“Yes. I’m a bit jaded after seeing so many couples get divorced, but that’s the job.” She chuckled lightly.
I made a sympathetic noise. “Actually, I have a question about an alimony agreement. Would you be able to help me out?”
“Of course,” she said. “I’m always happy to help out a friend from law school.”
I told her about the agreement and wrote down everything she said. It looked like my suspicions were correct: the agreement was not at all typical.
“Thank you so much,” I said. “One last thing. It looks like the agreement was written by Seth Blackmore. Do you know him?”
“He’s a scumbag,” she said. “I’ve had to deal with him a few times over the years. He works with anyone — wives, husbands — who want to screw over their spouses. Almost all of his clients got married without a prenup. It’s hard dealing with him because, technically, the agreements aren’t illegal, but they do take advantage of husbands or wives who don’t know any better.”
“Have you been able to dispute the agreements?”
“It is possible,” she said. “You can argue that the agreement is unfair, or that your client signed the settlement when they were in a vulnerable position. It’s a bit difficult, but itispossible.”
“I see,” I said. “That’s everything, Lynn. Thank you once again.”
