Chapter Sixteen
Zoe
I vaguely listened at a court hearing a few days later—a few days during which Ethan texted roughly every hour. I was able to surmise his daily practice schedule solely based on that being the longest chunk of time during the day he didn’t text me. My mind wandered to what it had felt like to have him deep inside me, the pull and slide of his c**k feeling so delicious I got hot and bothered just thinking about it.
“Ms. Lawson,” the judge said.
My attention snapped back to the courtroom. I was relieved at the distance between the table where I was standing and the judge, otherwise he might notice the flush I could feel on my cheeks. “Yes, Your Honor.”
“I’ve asked you twice if you agree to the conditions proposed by opposing counsel. This will be your last chance.”
