Sorry it took so long for the update everyone! I didn't have any idea where I wanted this story to go but I finally figured that out I really appreciate all the reviews! So here is the anticipated second chapter and already have half of the next one done so that should be up in no time at all! As always, please Review and enjoy!!

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Connie had never been to Mike's house before even though he showed up at her apartment plenty of times. But she couldn't help but feel out of place. Ever since they had left for his house she had been replaying the attack over and over again in her head until she was in a complete trance and didn't even realize that Mike was talking to her.

"Connie? Connie? Hello? Are you okay?" Mike said to her.

Connie finally snapped out of it and almost screamed when Mike touched her shoulder which had startled him too.

"Oh I'm sorry I didn't mean to scare you. Would you like something to drink?" He asked.

This is what Connie had been looking forward to all day, ever since Mike had put winning his case before her. She didn't blame him too much, but still she thought they were closer then that and she was more to him then just his assistant.

"Yeah anything with alcohol would be great." She blurted out much too fast.

"Alright, well I have just about anything so would you like something in particular?"

"Surprise me."

Mike looked at her with questionable eyes then thought what the hell, if anything it would get her to talk to him. Connie sat down on the leather couch and waited. She could not believe how nice his house was.

"I bet this couch costs more then my car." She whispered to herself.

Mike walked back into the room with two glasses of straight whiskey. He sat one on the table in front of Connie then sat next to her on the couch.

"There you go my dear." He said as he smirked at her.

"Thanks."

Connie picked up the glass without looking at him and downed it. Mike just stared at her and took a sip of his drink. He sat his glass back down, stood up and walked back towards the kitchen. Mike came back out holding the bottle of whiskey and a bottle of aspirin.

"Here this might help with the pain." He said motioning towards her neck where she was beginning to bruise.

"Thank you."

Mike stared at her then decided that he was the one that was going to have to talk first.

"Look Connie if you don't want to talk you can tell me."

"Alright, I don't want to talk."

"Alright, I was lying. I know you have been through a lot tonight but I really need to talk to you.

Connie then realized that Mike kept staring at her neck. She stood up and asked where the bathroom was.

Mike pointed down the hall. "Second door on the right." He said.

Connie slowly walked down the hall to the bathroom and locked the door behind her. She stood in front of the mirror and stared at the quickly darkening bruises on her neck then realized the ones forming on her wrists. Connie had not noticed until now how roughly the man had been holding her.

"Shit." She said. Connie splashed some cold water on her face, took a couple aspirin, and walked back out towards the living room.

"Better?" Mike asked.

"Yeah a little bit." Connie sat back down on the couch and went to pour herself another drink when Mike grabbed the bottle.

"Here let me." He poured her a drink and handed her the glass.

"I know you don't want to talk so you should just rest. We can just talk tomorrow."

"Alright." She said. Connie started to curl up on the couch when Mike looked and her and smiled.

"I don't think so." He said as he scooped her up in his arms.

"Mike! Put me down! What are you doing?"

"Calm down Connie. You need to rest, which means you are going to sleep in my bed tonight."

Connie looked at him like he was crazy for a second until he spoke up.

"Haha don't worry I didn't mean you'd be sleeping with me, unless that's what you want of course."

He smiled when he seen Connie start laughing. Mike walked into his room and put Connie down.

"There are sweat pants and t-shirts in the dresser if you want and if you need anything I will be right out on the couch." He said as he pulled back the covers for her.

"Thank you Mike, you really didn't have to do all of this. I would have been fine."

"I know. But I just wanted to be sure. Now rest, we'll talk tomorrow."

He smiled at her and turned to walk out when he heard her softly say "Goodnight."

"Sweet dreams Connie."

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