Estrey on the bed with her eyes closed as if her body and soul were floating above, detached and


    weightless.


    Afterward, Jason lounged in the bed, lighting a cigarette for himsHe snuffed it out before he could take


    more than a couple of drags. The rush had been so intense, so utterly satisfying, that he craved a


    smoke, but Estre wasn’t fond of the smell of tobo. He didn’t want to risk her health just in case


    she stirred. So, after only two puffs, the cigarette was extinguished.


    Gazing down at Estre, he watched as she quivered on the bed and chuckled, “Still feeling it, huh?


    Women should enjoy it even more.”


    Estre’s bare shoulders peeked out from under the covers as she looked back at him and yfully


    suggested, “Maybe next time, I’ll take the lead…”


    Knowing that Estre was not one to mince words, Jason shot her a stern look, and she promptly


    mimed zipping her lips.


    When it came down to it, their chemistry was seamless. Neither had others topare to, but they


    both knew they shared an umon connection – both were intellectuals, and they understood these


    matters well.


    The room fell into a serene silence, and Jason snuggled under the covers. Propping his head up with


    his right hand, hey on his side and began to tidy the stray locks on Estre’s face, asking softly, “Did


    you run into anyone today? Anything you need to tell me?”


    Estre just looked at him. He’d practically asked her point-nk. She might as welle clean.


    Pulling the nket over her shoulders, she replied nonchntly, “You already know, don’t you? So why


    ask?”


    Jason reached out to her, “It’s one thing for me to say it, another for you to admit it.”


    Estre shivered under his touch.


    The night was quiet, the room charged with intimacy. Noticing Estre’s silence, Jason pulled her into


    his arms with a gentle tug. Their skin met, bare and inviting, despite their earlier exertions.


    Estre met Jason’s deep gaze, noticing the absence of the usual sharpness and coldness in his eyes,


    only a hopeful expectation for her to speak her truth. She inched closer and wrapped her arms around


    his neck, confessing, “I had a t tire. Korey just happened to pass by and gave me a lift, and we


    grabbed lunch together.”


    Before Jason could respond, Estre yfully pinched his chin, “But Jason, howe


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    you know every move I make? Have you been having someone follow me?”


    Jason was straightforward, “It’s not like that. A senior manager from the office saw you at


    the courthouse.”


    He wasn’t lying. Despite some distance between them, Jason would never stoop to having her


    followed. He trusted her more than that.


    The conversation remained soft-spoken. When Estre didn’t press the issue, she turned over and


    yfully bit his chin, “Got any energy left for another round?”


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    Jason cradled the back of her head, drawing her into a kiss.


    Their forey was brief as Jason lifted her legs and entered her, holding her waist as they began in


    earnest. They were tightly intertwined as if the rest of the world faded away.


    They spoke kindly to each other. The rare ease between them was palpable.


    After a while, both satisfied, Jason held Estre close as they drifted off to sleep.


    The next morning, Estre was busy at work when amotion erupted outside thew. firm with a


    very familiar male voice.


    “Where’s Estre? I want her out here now.”


    “She’s losing a case and got my car trashed. What kind of intellectual does that? What kind ofwyer is


    she? She should be disbarred”


    “Estre, get the hell out here!”


    “Sir, if you continue this, we’ll have to call the police.”


    Though her colleagues tried to block Nick, he barged in anyway.


    Estre stood calmly from her chair. “Keegan, let him through.”


    Hearing Estre’smand, they let Nick go. Pointing furiously at Estre, the man. bellowed, “What


    kind ofwyer are you? I swear, I’m gonna get your license revoked!”


    As his finger nearly jabbed Estre’s face, Keegan and the security guards intervened once more.


    Unperturbed, Estre retorted, “Nick, if you want to sue me, you need to get your facts straight. If you


    carry on with this behavior in our firm, I could have you behind bars for a fortnight.”


    “Fine, you deny it, huh!” His face was pale with rage. Nick took out his phone to show her photos. “You


    dare deny that you trashed my car? Are you seeking revenge?”


    Estre nced at the photos on his phone-a Volkswagen SUV, battered beyond recognition,


    practically totaled.


    In an instant, Estre knew what had happened. Without asking, she knew it was Jason’s


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    doing, a way of venting his anger for her.


    Estre withdrew her gaze from the photos. “I didn’t trash your car, and I have no knowledge of this


    incident. I suggest you report this to the police right away.”


    She added, “But judging from what you just said, my tires were also shed yesterday.” She then


    turned to Keegan, “Call the police.”


    Jason was meticulous. He wouldn’t have left any evidence behind, and if there were any, he would’ve


    handled it. All Estre had to do was act as if neither she nor her husband had anything to do with it.


    At Estre’s instruction, Keegan promptly reached for the phone to call the authorities.


    Nick lost hisposure, realizing he wasn’t going to intimidate Estre sessfully and instead had


    been outmaneuvered. “You don’t know? You couldn’t possibly not…”


    Before he could finish, Estre interjected, “The police will find out soon enough if I did it. They’ll also


    help you investigate what actually happened to your car.”


    Estre’s words hit the man like a shot of bourbon, straight and fiery, leaving him speechless. He


    pointed an using finger at her, his voiceced with grudging respect, “You’ve got guts,dy.” With


    that, Nick stormed out of thew firm, his pride wounded and anger boiling under the surface. Estre


    watched him leave, a smirk ying on her lips as she turned to Keegan.


    “Keegan, tail him,” shemanded crisply. She had a hunch that after Nick’s car had been vandalized,


    he’d surely make a beeline to deal with it-likely slipping up in the process.


    As Nick disappeared from view, Estre’s mind wandered to the image of the woman in the fancy


    Mercedes and how crestfallen he had appeared in her presence.


    “Men like him,” Estre thought, “I can read them like an open book.”


    Keegan nodded, understanding the assignment. He grabbed his DSLR camera and followed Nick


    swiftly on Estre’s cue.