Body Swap With My Alpha Mate

Chapter 8 - Court day

*Angelo*

Angelo put Ophelias suitcase in the guestroom and plopped the briefcase and her handbag down on the coffee table. He kicked off the high heel shoes and lifted his feet up on the coffee table. He hated wearing heels. He scowled at himself for even thinking that thought. He massaged his feet then went for a shower. He was not sure how long it'll take for her to get home. He grabbed his toiletries and headed for the shower.

The warm water dripped down his wet skin. He took her loafer and lathered it with some of her body wash. He was surprised it smelt so nice and so like her. He imagined this smell would take control of his wolf right now.

He missed having that extra voice in his head. He sighed as he watched the soap suds wash down the drain. He then used her shampoo and conditioner and washed her long hair. He forgot what it was like having hair as he got used to his shaved head.

He turned off the water and stepped out. He grabbed a towel and began to dry himself. He went to the packed suitcase and fished out some underwear and one of the nighties. He slipped it on and then went to the kitchen. He was making a cup of coffee when he heard the front door.

"Honey I'm home." She said from the doorway. Angelo rolled his eyes. "Please refrain from saying that in the future." He barked at her. Ophelia scoffed at him. "Tch...after the day I had, you are hardly the one to tell me off!" Angelo stared at her. "What did you do?" He raised his voice. She shrugged. "Ah...I just rejected a call from one of your girlfriends and turned your office slut off by acting gay. Ha ha ha." He yelled. "YOU DID WHAT?!" Ophelia picked up an apple out of the fruit bowl and polished it on her sleeve. "Chill, I just sent two bimbos away, so what? Daddy is going to set you up with some Luna dates anyways.... apparently, I'm not good enough." She crunched into the apple.

Angelo pinched the bridge of his nose. Ophelia looked Angelo up and down. "Ah...your wearing my favourite nightie. They are so comfortable." She was still chewing as she turned her back on him to walk away but then remembered the printed emails. She took the stack of papers and handed to him. "Yeah, I got some work for you too." He gestured towards the briefcase. "And your boss said something about jury selection...that it's all been chosen and they are ready for you for tomorrow." From the living room he heard her say thankyou.

He grabbed a pen and highlighter from the top kitchen drawer and headed into the living room.

He sat beside her in silence as he read through the emails. There were a few from HR about new employees. He wrote down what she should reply on the return emails.

The next one was from the accountant asking for an appointment to go over taxes and audits. He scribbled down 'ask Alfonse to organise an appointment for him next week.'

The next few were from the legal team about the lawsuit. The family of the murder victim were demanding compensation from his company as it was the one in charge of the security firm.

He chucked the pen in frustration and that made Ophelia look up from her own work. "What's up chum?" She said. Angelo frowned at her. "Must you always be so....peppy?" She snorted. "Peppy? What about you? Must you always be so grumpy? And stopaking me frown, you'll give me wrinkles." She flicked his forehead. He sighed as he rubbed where she flicked. "My company is being sued for compensation. The day of the Tango company investment firm murders, my company was in charge of security. The guard that was killed was an employee of ours, and the camera network was offline...." He didn't get to finish what he was saying because she did it for him. "So there was no evidence left behind from the murder..."

Angelo looked at her. "How did you know?" Ophelia smiled. "Cause it is our legal firm handling the murder trial." She gestured towards all the files and documents she had spread out. "I'm writing...your... opening statement." He watched as she bounced from one piece of paper, skimming it to another. All the while writing notes. Suddenly she stopped. "Ooh...." He looked at her. "What do you mean by oohh..." She looked up from her work. "Um....you, meaning....me...might be called as a witness..."

She quickly latched onto his hand. "But don't worry. If you....I mean me...is called as a witness, I'll get through it." She smiled. Angelo sighed. For the rest of the evening they each went over what they were doing for the following day before retiring for the night.

The next morning....

Angelo got up early, showered and then went through the clothes he brought from Ophelia's closet. He pulled out the lacy underwear and smugly smiled. He was not going to wear no granny panties.

He slipped the purple thong on only to cringe went it went up his butt c***k. He next tried to put on the bra and quickly got frustrated. "Fuxking thing!" He continued to grumble as he fiddled with the straps and the clips but eventually he was able to do it up. Next he went through the suitcase and chose the green silk blouse and paired it with the black pencil skirt and black heels. He went to the bathroom mirror and began brushing his hair.

Ophelia walked in yawning. She wanted to check what he was wearing. She leaned against the door frame and whistled. "Wow you made me look good!" She laughed as she watched him struggle with her long hair. She strode forward and grabbed the brush from him. He glowered at her in the mirror, but was grateful when she put the hair in a ponytail.

He grumbled. "Thanks..oh and aren't you supposed to be getting ready for work?" Ophelia smiled. "Alfonse called. He will be picking me up in an hour, I still have plenty of time."

Angelo cursed. He wasn't going to bother with makeup, he'd only make her face look like a clown anyways. He picked up her handbag and briefcase and on his way down he called a taxi and reviewed the notes that Ophelia wrote for him.

When he got in the taxi, Ophelia's phone rang. He hesitantly answered. "Ah...hello?" The voice on the other end was male and very chirpy. "Ah Ophelia! I hope you've brought your 'A' game today! I expect great things from you!" Angelo cleared his throat. "Ah..yes sir!" The man on the other end mumbled something to someone in the background. "I just got here, but I'll wait for you at security. See you when you get here!" And the guy hung up.

After ten minutes the taxi pulled up at the courthouse. Angelo paid for the fare and got out grabbing the suitcase and Ophelia's handbag with it. When he got inside the entrance, he put Ophelia's handbag and suitcase on the conveyor belt for security to check. Then he walked through the body scanner. He picked up the suitcase and Ophelia's handbag and looked around. A middle aged balding man in a black suit and expensive rollex watch came up to him. "Ophelia! Glad to see you are feeling better. Are you ready for today?" Angelo looked at the man. "Yes..." The man patted him on the shoulder. "Good, good. Ah shall we..." He gestured towards a flight of stairs that would take them to their assigned courtroom.

Angelo gulped but followed along behind the man.

They entered the courtroom. There were people sitting at the back. They proceeded passed them until they came to the lawyers tables in the centre of the courtroom. The balding man, whom Angelo figured was Ophelia's boss sat down in the second chair, leaving the one on the end for him. Angelo sat down and plonked the briefcase on the table. He opened it and took out Ophelias notes. Her boss turned to him. "Now before proceedings start, shall we go over opening statements?" Angelos voice cracked. "Ah...no. I've got it."

The old guy laughed. "Good stuff! You are efficient as ever!" Then he sat back quietly as the defense lawyor and the defendant walked in. Followed by the jury. After five minutes, court security declared for people to stand in respect. "All rise, Judge Pierce will be overseeing the proceedings." A women with red hair and her black judges robes entered the courtroom and stepped up to her chair at the head of the courtroom. Once she sat down she signalled for everyone else. "You may take a seat. We will begin opening statements."

She gestured towards Angelo. He looked at the old guy, he only nodded. Angelo gingerly stood up.

"Uh...good morning. I... I'm Ophelia Bartleby.

I am the lead prosecutor for our..um... glorious state..."