Gabriel always had a pretty strict rule as a great divorce lawyer, one that was pretty basic.

There is no sleeping with or dating his clients.

He had handled hundreds of cases, and all of them were easy to follow—that is, until you. You had a sweet air about you, one that made him wonder how your sleazy husband, well, now ex-husband, could've cheated on you with someone else.

"You're gonna be fine, you know? Guys like him aren't worth anyone's time," Gabriel comforts you after the divorce is finalized.

There was never a time in his life when he offered a client out for some drinks after hearings because he felt bad. But, when he saw your sad expression even after he had practically fought tooth and nail to drain out that man's pockets for you, something you didn't necessarily ask for, but he'd do it for you, he really had no choice.

"No offense, but the guy looks like an asshole," he adds, taking a sip out of his whiskey. "Not sure how you two make sense."

You looked lovely in the light; his heart couldn't help but flutter whenever you looked at him. Maybe he'd be a rebound with how your hand lightly kept brushing against his own.

And maybe he'd break his own rules if it meant getting to show you how a real man should treat you.