🔶Caspian Gray-27, lawyer

(Studying for a lawyer is between 5 and 7 years)

Lionel's 3-5-6-9

🔶Dion Wilson-28, business man, millionaire

(From a rich family and started business young)

🔶Ira Pierce-34, Dion's uncle- from mom's side

(1.Dion's mom-oldest-46

2.Sister-43

3.Sister-40

4.Brother- 36

5.Ira-youngest-34)

🔶Asa Cohen-29, Caspian's step brother from mom's side

( Not blood related. Caspian's mom is divorced and dating Asa's dad for some years now.)

Note: people in their late 20's and early 30's are not old. If anyone's thinking that. Sometimes readers are triggered if they see characters over like ... 27☠️Not you doing like life ends when you are 30. Damn. Old to me is 65+ so, chille, anyGays. Let them have romance 👹.

🔶Orson- Caspian's Neighbor and friend

🔶Reggie-Dion's assistant

🔶Osvaldo Finnegan-owner of the company that hired Caspian

🔶Scott-dion's lawyer

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Caspian's pov

Asa visited me today and he brought flowers.

From no other than Wilson.

"Did you really talk to him?" I frown, "he's not out friend."

"I know he's an asshole.

But that doesn't mean you can't give him a chance."

"But why on Earth should I?"

"Why not? I find it cute that he tries to make you forgive him."

"Well, i don't at." Maybe a little.

I look at the flowers. They are so beautiful and smell amazing too.

"It has a note."

"What note?"

"I don't know. I didn't read it. It's for you."

I take the card and open it.

I know I'm your mortal enemy. The case wasn't personal, it was business for me.

I can help you get clients, you are a good lawyer. I was just feeling myself too much. Sorry.

Would you grab a 'friendly lunch' with me sometime? -Dion.

My heart jumps up. Dion. Not Wilson.

"Hm, it's lame." I throw the card on the counter, "why should I be going anywhere with him?"

"Because he's trying."

"You are acting like some pimp Asa. Stop it.

He's not trying enough."

"Okay. Well, at least his assistant is cute. I have his number."

"Good for you. Enjoy it." I roll my eyes, "why do you always end up with better men than me?"

"Because I'm not a picky bitch like you.

I actually give chances to men and date them.

You don't. That's why you are lonely." He shrugs.

"Asa." I frown.

"I'm sorry. It's the truth.

You want too much.

Will you be mad about one case for the rest.of your life?

Oh. And he did it. He admitted it to me."

"Are you serious?

Now i feel even worse.

He was supposed to be in jail."

"So what he stole money?

Who gives a shit? I don't.

The government steals money from all of us everyday.

And no one even blinks.

I'm sure all the billionaire got the money buy doing something shady.

Did you say Finnegan did the same?"

"Agree.

And ...yeah, I think so."

"See.

You are so double standart.

You will always find excuses to not go out with men.

You are almost a virgin again."

"No, I'm not. I see ...people. sometimes. "

"Sure." He looks at his nails , "well, if you will be crying the whole day about Wilson being a big bad criminal."

"But he is."

"... I'm going home."

"Okay? Then go." I look at him, " you are doing like i mind."

"He could be a serial killer."

"He could be a good man."

"Well, he has money."

"And I have a lawyer degree a can throw out the window.

Maybe i should just work in the cafe.

I would probably have more money anyway."

"Stop fucking whining all the time.

You are awful, Caspian." He hits my head, "look at the pretty flowers you have."

"Hm, they are pretty.

But i don't like the person who send them."

"Your loss. If you don't want him then i can for sure sleep with him right?"

"What?" I look at him, "but- i thought you want the assistant."

"Maybe i want both.

I mean , you just said you don't care about Wilson.

So why would you mind."

"No. I do mind. What the hell."

Asa smirks. "You are so confusing Caspian.

And I saw your neighbor. Orson.

You might be even worse."

"That was personal." I look at him hurt.

"Truth hurts, brother." He send me a kiss and goes to the door.

"If you don't want Wilson's dick. I will get it myself. And then his assistants.

Purely out of spite."

I sigh. "Fine. I might ... Call him or what ever.

You don't need to have every man that you meet."

"I don't. But I CAN.

Maybe if you didn't have such bitchy face all the time, people might like you. "

"Just go home."

"I'm just saying ... ..."