Thread: Wicked Game [Sebastian&SHARPii]

The song was playing in her car as she drove home. HIM was an amazing band and Ville Valo and his gorgeous voice was almost too sexy for her to handle sometimes but he was up there on the list of most desirable. The night thrust upon her randomly. One moment, she was going to work with multiple reservations as always, not usually always looking forward to it and all, and the next, it was night time. It was time for her to go home and just repeat the hectic process all over again. Delilah, Lila for short, was the assistant of a top lawyer at a firm called Watson and Craig. She wasn't the assistant of one of the partners but the lawyer she worked for was pretty up there, one of the top lawyers in that firm and he was also up for partner too. If that happened and he was promoted, she'd get a raise and she was actually looking forward to that. She loved her job, no doubt but it was hectic, a lot hectic than she expected since she was basically at his constant beck and call as far as the cases went but it's actually what she was great at. Staying behind the scenes and being as abrasive as she possibly had to when the situation demanded for it. Otherwise, Lila relished in her station behind her desk, glued to her computer for she did a lot of research, more than anything. Plus, it also helped that her boss wasn't an asshole but knew a certain bedside manner, well enough that she didn't want to huddle up in a corner and cry because he barked at her one day. Suffice to say, he barked at her often but because she knew a more personal side of him, it didn't faze her anymore. Lila wasn't anything more to her boss than an assistant during work and a good friend outside of it. Nothing more and they often went to get drinks together after a rough day or night but it never went beyond that. That night however, she wanted nothing more than to get home and go to bed. It was nearly ten. It was one of those nights where she intended to skip dinner and simply retire. Long, long day. Upon arriving to her comfortable one bedroom apartment, Lila took herself out of her car, more like dragged herself out, the tiredness looming over her. A hand came up to sweep through her long blonde wavy hair as she grabbed her bags out of the backseat of her hatchback. Shutting all the doors, shutting the driver's door with her hip, she locked it and proceeded up the stairs to the second level of the apartment building. Her apartment was the first door on the left after ascending the stairs. Immediately as she walked into her home, she was greeted with the wonderful feeling of being home. She put her messenger bag down as well as her computer bag, but didn't bother unpacking. Lila made a beeline straight to her room which was adjoined to her bathroom. Turning the light on, she took her black blazer jacket off and placed it on the door knob, proceeding to strip herself of her clothes. That day she wore a simple skirt-suit, black in color with a satin white blouse. The skirt was a short pencil skirt which seemed to accentuate her slim curves and also show off the beautiful long legs she did possess. She kicked her feet out of the heels and sat down on her bed, her blouse open, the hem pulled out of her skirt and she let out a soft sigh, massaging her feet. Whoever invented heels, hated feet and wanted them to die... She murmured to herself, something she found herself saying every night, yet every morning, she always wore heels to work. It was so tempting to just lay back, stretch and relax her back and fall asleep but she had to do her nightly routine. Brush her teeth, wash her face, take off her make up and take her contacts out, as well as change into her bed time clothes. Standing and letting out a small groan, she walked to her bathroom, switching the light on and proceeded with her bed time routine. By the time she finished, her hair was now tied up in a messy bun, her teeth clean and fresh, glasses on her face rather than her contacts and even without make up, her face was flawless and so smooth, as was every other part of her skin on her body. Wearing an orange tank top with black boxer shorts, she walked out of her room and went into the kitchen and made herself some tea. As much as she wanted to just sleep, she needed tea. Her voice felt a little hoarse after the argument she got into with her boss, earlier that day, which also added to why she was so tired. While she came off as timid and reserved, when it came to her job, she was the exact opposite. The light switch flicked and light washed over into the kitchen as she grabbed a pot and filled with water. Turning the gas onto medium-high, she leaned back against the counter, waiting for it to come to a boil. A small yawn came from and her arms crossed over her chest, her head tilting back and her eyes closing briefly. What a day...