Genius Lawyer's Sweet Wife-Spoiling

"Hey, relax a bit. Don't clench so tight." Samuel Harris whispered into Alice Baker's ear, his voice trembling slightly, rough like sandpaper.

The large floor-to-ceiling window reflected their entwined bodies.

Alice's long hair was loose and disheveled, and in her tipsy state, she looked even more alluring and tender, her breath carrying an indescribable sensuality.

Underneath him, Samuel's arousal grew even more intense, the tight embrace making him want to delve deeper.

In her drunken haze, a handsome face swam before her eyes, his jaw clenched, breathing heavily.

With each thrust from Samuel, Alice felt her body being filled, waves of unprecedented pleasure washing over her.

She reached out, wrapping her arms around Samuel's neck, pulling him into a kiss on his cool, seductive lips.

So cool, so comfortable.

Samuel's body stiffened suddenly, his large hand gripping Alice's waist, pulling her tightly against him, his movements becoming deeper.

As he went deeper, Alice let out soft moans.

The room was filled with the sounds of a woman's moans and a man's heavy breathing, rising and falling together.

The next morning.

The effects of the alcohol hadn't completely worn off, and Alice woke up with a pounding headache.

As she moved, her entire body ached, especially her vagina, which felt like it was on fire.

The images from last night's dream, the up and down, in and out, flashed through her mind. Could a dream really feel so real?

That explicit dream made Alice bury her face in the pillow in embarrassment.

She reached out to hug Evelyn Thomas, but her hand touched smooth skin.

She felt around, confused. When did Evelyn get so flat-chested?

Alice pulled back the covers, and the absurd scene made her feel like the sky was falling.

Next to her lay a man, naked, just waking up groggily.

When Alice saw the man's face clearly, her mind went blank.

Was last night not a dream, not an illusion?

"You're awake?" Samuel's deep voice, tinged with the laziness of just waking up, sounded particularly pleasant.

"What are you doing in my room? How did you get in here?" Alice yanked the covers up to her chest, her voice sharp and accusatory.

"Your room? Maybe you should think again about what you did to me last night." Samuel sat up, propping himself up with one hand, the covers sliding down from his chest to his abdomen.

Those faintly visible abs, and lower, the bulge under the covers, made Alice avert her eyes in embarrassment.

"Alice, nice name. And a teacher, too. Not a bad profession." Samuel's lips curved slightly, a hint of a smile in his enchanting eyes.

Alice looked up and saw her driver's license in his hand, immediately reaching out to grab it.

"Why do you have my driver's license? Do you know it's illegal to go through someone else's bag? I could report you!"

Samuel's lips curved slightly, "I'm a lawyer. I can defend myself."

Seeing Samuel's shameless demeanor, Alice trembled with anger.

Fragments of last night, like shards of broken glass, pierced her mind. The wildness in her dream had actually been with this man in front of her.

Before Alice could gather her thoughts, Samuel handed her two documents."Which one do you choose?"

"What the hell?" Alice was bewildered by the sudden appearance of the contracts.

"To avoid any unnecessary disputes, I drafted two agreements while you were still asleep. You might wanna take a look."

Alice took the agreements with a puzzled look, and when she saw the titles, her blood seemed to freeze.

"Contract of Maintenance" felt like a cold knife stabbing her eyes.

The other, a "Settlement Agreement," offered a million dollars in compensation, as if putting a price on her for last night.

And in the signature line for the second party, her name was already filled in.

This guy had taken her driver's license while she was asleep and filled in all her information!

Alice's hands trembled as she held the agreements, not out of fear, but anger.

She was a teacher, and now she was being humiliated in such an arrogant manner!

And the man was a lawyer!

Seeing Alice remain silent, Samuel raised an eyebrow, his tone calm, "Which one do you choose?"

Alice didn't speak, just stared at him, her chest heaving with anger.

Twenty thousand dollars for maintenance, a million for settlement? Did he think she was a prostitute?

The more she thought about it, the angrier she got. Alice crumpled the agreements into balls and threw them at his feet, "I choose neither. Who do you think you are, trying to buy me off with money?"

Seeing Alice suddenly angry, Samuel's composed expression turned to surprise. Before he could speak, Alice pulled two hundred-dollar bills from her wallet and slapped them on the nightstand.

"This is your fee for last night. Even though your performance was mediocre, I'm generous. Keep the change."

Samuel's handsome face cracked, his brows furrowing as he looked at the two hundred dollars on the nightstand, both angry and annoyed. "My performance was mediocre? Who was it last night that climaxed over and over, begging me?"

As a man, how could he be told his performance was mediocre? It was a blatant insult!

"That was just to protect your ego." Alice's gaze fell on Samuel's crotch, shaking her head. "I suggest you see a specialist. With your condition, it's embarrassing to be out here."

"You!" Samuel's eyes flashed with anger, a fury he'd never felt before.

He opened his mouth to retort, but Alice didn't give him the chance.

Alice threw off the covers, stepping barefoot onto the soft carpet, her movements bold and decisive.

She bent down to pick up her dress, putting it on slowly, her tone calm, "I won't sign either agreement. With your performance, I'd feel guilty taking that much money."

Alice's sarcastic words were like a slap in Samuel's face.

Without another glance at him, Alice straightened her back and walked to the door. She paused, a cold smile on her lips, "Mr. Harris, next time you draft an agreement, learn what respect means first."

With that, Alice opened the door and left without looking back.

Samuel stood frozen, a mix of anger and a strange, indescribable feeling in his chest. As a lawyer, this was the first time he'd been rendered speechless by someone's mockery.

"Specialist?" he muttered, his fists clenching at his sides, making a sound.

She actually said he was inadequate!