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Wesley didn’t have the conventional way of being taught the hard lesson. Of maturing, of being treated wrongly like Angela had. And it does break a piece of him to hear her story, to know she was bullied, she was pushed down, but she also stood back up on her own. And Wesley was guilty of doing her wrong, he was an idiot kid back then, he didn’t realize how special Angela was, her fire, her feisty nature, but he got a hard peek inside of her today.. And he swore he was even more memorized by her. Her toughness, her ability to bark orders, did he enjoy being barked at? Maybe, he liked that she was unapologetically herself, she was strong, she was beautiful and knew how to control the room. 

Wesley was here getting to know her; and he was memorized by her, he swore he had to think properly about his thought on how to respond before he uttered a single word. “ You���re incredible, and i’m not just saying that in hopes of earning some brownie points here.” A chuckle on his lips, his smile the way his eyes were so focused on the brunette spoke volumes for him. He liked her; and not to mention she did want to give him a chance. His fingers lingered over the edge of the beer bottle as he swirled the bottle from side to side, a shameful nod came over him. “ I’m sorry, back then I wanted to fit in, I didn’t know how to speak for myself, or stand up for myself, but I am a changed man now Angela..” And he said it with such confidence and considering she hadn’t left the date yet he considered this heart to heart, a teasing banter a good sign, for him, for her, our date. 

“ I mean it would’ve been hot to see you slap those cuffs on me..” A laugh again, but a playful wink on his face, because Angela was hot, her control, she commands a room, and I’d let her arrest me any day of the week. But he decided to keep that bit to himself, as he shrugged his shoulders playfully now, the male had added with a playful tone. “ I mean I am a lawyer, I have this way with persuading people, Its the charm but I also am just good if you hadn’t noticed..” I did get Angela to show up tonight and all things considered, I felt she hadn’t regretted seeing me tonight.. Yet.

Time in life when it was simple yet never the best of us.

@imagoodcop

Time in life when it was simple yet never the best of us. 

Wesley Evers, the guy that defended the crimes that he felt weren’t committed. He was also the wealthy lawyer that refused to allow his mother to help him out. Growing up he never saw everyone in black and white. In school he purposely tried to disappoint his mother, he wanted to be the black sheep. He never understood the concept of well income families being better than the lower. He never cared about the money, he never wanted a career the best law program, the best lawyer company based on who his family was. He wanted to earn his spot on his own merits. A concept his family never understood. When I graduated I purposely picked the farthest school from my family, I honestly considered changing the last name but too much effort. 

Wesley was a defense attorney he was based in LA, he was one of the defense lawyers the Wilshire station used when a cop got themselves into a sticky situation. Wesley had those cops on speed dial it helped his reputation. Grey knew he was able to call day or night, and I’d hope out of bed and be restless and do my job. Being in LA the last few years; Wesley had reinvaded his life. He came off a broken engagement; purposely. He was guilty for the fallout; he was guilty for hurting Monica, for forcing her to end it. Truth was instead of being honest with myself, about how I didn’t love her enough to say I do, I felt like she liked the name Evers, what my family’s money the last name could do for her. Which is why I opt from allowing any of my dates from knowing who I am, the evers name. It opens doors but at what cost? 

I cheated why? Because I knew it would be the straw that broke her; force her hand to toss the diamond in my direction. Wesley liked helping people but when it came to dating he was a massive mess. Wesley decided his energy was best put into his career, he was just stepping out of his car, the expensive one, the only black expensive car he wanted in his life; but he did buy on his own. He had his briefcase in hand as he was preparing for a debriefing here at the station, a kid was wrongly accused of stealing, when it shows it was only because the manager of the store was unwilling to work with him, give him the money he owed the young idiot. He was near the food trucks where the cops of LAPD tended to hang out on their off shifts or a lunch break, when he barely felt the movement. “ Greg” He called as he felt the way my case fell, and I felt wobbly on my feet. My own client was the one what I felt ambushed me. As I got a handle on myself; Wesley spotted the boy running away with his flies; his case. Panic arose as he glanced to the two cops. 

“ Help, he just took my flies.” My flies, eyeing the younger male as he already had his hand on the gun and made a beeline after my idiot client. Stressful on my part. As for the brunette; she felt familiar yet I had no idea how. She wasn’t a client right? Brows pushed together; as he eyed her. “ Are you just gonna stand on your ass or will you do your damn job?” I asked more so out of annoyance; or was I about to go man hunting for my own client.

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Wesley was smooth, he had that corked grin of his that some women may say was charming. But with Angela given our unpredictable history, she was a wild card for me. A challenge if you may. I liked her; I liked her back in High School when she saved my ass and my car. And I had hurt her; I had allowed my pride to get the best of me. And now that I was here at the local bar with her; I could see the surprise written all over her face, I was surprising her, in the best way. I wasn’t the stuck up guy who allowed money to rotate his life; he loved his mother, but she wanted him to use the name to get into the lawyer field and that simply wasn’t who he was. He wanted to earn his spot on his own merit. And with Angela he found he was able to be honest, and show himself. 

And she liked him, enough to share a more personal story with him. How she became the badass cop she was now. She was resilient, she was strong and fierce, and my heart ached for her. To hear that awful story of the girls mistreating her; of not seeing the women she’d become. I wanted to touch her hand; to show my own sympathy for her; but I also knew better. I knew better than to touch her; we were at that simple stage of a date, no contact, but i allowed my eyes to stare in awe of her. “ I’m so sorry, princess bitches are awful, they expect you to be at their level, except they underestimate you Angela. I’m sure you looked gorgeous in that get up,” The dress obviously, a charming grin continued against his own lips. “ I’ m sorry they didn’t see you, and I’m sorry I had brushed you off back then. I liked you and I was too stupid some may even call a moron.” A laugh at himself now. 

He brought his beer up to his lips to take a swing, before he added. “ You’re a great cop, you nearly had my ass in cuffs today..” He added to break the more vulnerable ice, sharing a piece of ourselves it was far from easy; but process if we wanted to know the other.

Time in life when it was simple yet never the best of us.

@imagoodcop

Time in life when it was simple yet never the best of us. 

Wesley Evers, the guy that defended the crimes that he felt weren’t committed. He was also the wealthy lawyer that refused to allow his mother to help him out. Growing up he never saw everyone in black and white. In school he purposely tried to disappoint his mother, he wanted to be the black sheep. He never understood the concept of well income families being better than the lower. He never cared about the money, he never wanted a career the best law program, the best lawyer company based on who his family was. He wanted to earn his spot on his own merits. A concept his family never understood. When I graduated I purposely picked the farthest school from my family, I honestly considered changing the last name but too much effort. 

Wesley was a defense attorney he was based in LA, he was one of the defense lawyers the Wilshire station used when a cop got themselves into a sticky situation. Wesley had those cops on speed dial it helped his reputation. Grey knew he was able to call day or night, and I’d hope out of bed and be restless and do my job. Being in LA the last few years; Wesley had reinvaded his life. He came off a broken engagement; purposely. He was guilty for the fallout; he was guilty for hurting Monica, for forcing her to end it. Truth was instead of being honest with myself, about how I didn’t love her enough to say I do, I felt like she liked the name Evers, what my family’s money the last name could do for her. Which is why I opt from allowing any of my dates from knowing who I am, the evers name. It opens doors but at what cost? 

I cheated why? Because I knew it would be the straw that broke her; force her hand to toss the diamond in my direction. Wesley liked helping people but when it came to dating he was a massive mess. Wesley decided his energy was best put into his career, he was just stepping out of his car, the expensive one, the only black expensive car he wanted in his life; but he did buy on his own. He had his briefcase in hand as he was preparing for a debriefing here at the station, a kid was wrongly accused of stealing, when it shows it was only because the manager of the store was unwilling to work with him, give him the money he owed the young idiot. He was near the food trucks where the cops of LAPD tended to hang out on their off shifts or a lunch break, when he barely felt the movement. “ Greg” He called as he felt the way my case fell, and I felt wobbly on my feet. My own client was the one what I felt ambushed me. As I got a handle on myself; Wesley spotted the boy running away with his flies; his case. Panic arose as he glanced to the two cops. 

“ Help, he just took my flies.” My flies, eyeing the younger male as he already had his hand on the gun and made a beeline after my idiot client. Stressful on my part. As for the brunette; she felt familiar yet I had no idea how. She wasn’t a client right? Brows pushed together; as he eyed her. “ Are you just gonna stand on your ass or will you do your damn job?” I asked more so out of annoyance; or was I about to go man hunting for my own client.

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@imagoodcop

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Wesley was aware his history the dick move he pulled in High School didn’t give him any credit. But it did say a lot about Angela that she was willing to give him a chance, a chance to be the transformed man he was. Wesley wasn’t proud of himself; his priorities back in High school were shallow, were the fame of his name. But Wesley wanted to be himself on his own merits. He didn’t want the name Evers to walk those doors for him. Despite his mother’s hounding at him. But Angela she was show a sense of care, she even went as far to compliment him, now that was a moment Wesley didn’t see coming. 

As he nursed his beer to his lips He attempted to keep that flattered expression from his lips because Angela did give him a compliment. Right? She respected I didn’t want to follow the Evers name. She respected that I wasn’t all about the money and the lifestyle it brought me. Was that hope I detected that she may be warming up to me now. A hidden grin played under where the beer brushed against his lips. “ It’s not that the name meant a lot. I was a teenager, a kid still. I was still figuring me out, and what I wanted. It wasn’t until after college when I was heading to law school did it hit me I wanted to advocate for those that couldn’t speak for themselves. Especially in the crime of law. I have a voice to those who are wrongfully accused, and yeah sometimes I have desperate clients that steal my briefcase.” Pausing as a now chuckle left his lips but truth was that client is why the brunette and himself were here tonight, so no foul there. “ But no regrets, what about you? What led you to being a cop, but you were always fierce a badass you made all the tough guys scared..” A teasing on his lips as he nodded to the female; wanting to keep this lightness a chance to get to know the other; not just our perceptions of each other.

Time in life when it was simple yet never the best of us.

@imagoodcop

Time in life when it was simple yet never the best of us. 

Wesley Evers, the guy that defended the crimes that he felt weren’t committed. He was also the wealthy lawyer that refused to allow his mother to help him out. Growing up he never saw everyone in black and white. In school he purposely tried to disappoint his mother, he wanted to be the black sheep. He never understood the concept of well income families being better than the lower. He never cared about the money, he never wanted a career the best law program, the best lawyer company based on who his family was. He wanted to earn his spot on his own merits. A concept his family never understood. When I graduated I purposely picked the farthest school from my family, I honestly considered changing the last name but too much effort. 

Wesley was a defense attorney he was based in LA, he was one of the defense lawyers the Wilshire station used when a cop got themselves into a sticky situation. Wesley had those cops on speed dial it helped his reputation. Grey knew he was able to call day or night, and I’d hope out of bed and be restless and do my job. Being in LA the last few years; Wesley had reinvaded his life. He came off a broken engagement; purposely. He was guilty for the fallout; he was guilty for hurting Monica, for forcing her to end it. Truth was instead of being honest with myself, about how I didn’t love her enough to say I do, I felt like she liked the name Evers, what my family’s money the last name could do for her. Which is why I opt from allowing any of my dates from knowing who I am, the evers name. It opens doors but at what cost? 

I cheated why? Because I knew it would be the straw that broke her; force her hand to toss the diamond in my direction. Wesley liked helping people but when it came to dating he was a massive mess. Wesley decided his energy was best put into his career, he was just stepping out of his car, the expensive one, the only black expensive car he wanted in his life; but he did buy on his own. He had his briefcase in hand as he was preparing for a debriefing here at the station, a kid was wrongly accused of stealing, when it shows it was only because the manager of the store was unwilling to work with him, give him the money he owed the young idiot. He was near the food trucks where the cops of LAPD tended to hang out on their off shifts or a lunch break, when he barely felt the movement. “ Greg” He called as he felt the way my case fell, and I felt wobbly on my feet. My own client was the one what I felt ambushed me. As I got a handle on myself; Wesley spotted the boy running away with his flies; his case. Panic arose as he glanced to the two cops. 

“ Help, he just took my flies.” My flies, eyeing the younger male as he already had his hand on the gun and made a beeline after my idiot client. Stressful on my part. As for the brunette; she felt familiar yet I had no idea how. She wasn’t a client right? Brows pushed together; as he eyed her. “ Are you just gonna stand on your ass or will you do your damn job?” I asked more so out of annoyance; or was I about to go man hunting for my own client.

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Wesley knew he was far from perfect, he had made his own fair share of mistakes. And standing here with Angela tonight sharing a causal drink he was reminded of how awful he treated her. He was one of those tropical guys teens that stood a girl up. Because why? Because he was ashamed to be slumming it with Angela, with a girl who fixed his car. Wesley was dragged into that cool crowd, he was a dork, he was brilliant hints his career choice. But point was wesley wasn’t the same man he was then. He grew up, he did mostly pro bono cases, he defended crimes when the guilty party had no defenses, had no one on their side. 

Wesley could feel that Angela hadn’t made her mind up about him yet. The way her eyes looked him over, the chewing of her inner lip, Wesley wasn’t sliding out of the game yet. He liked the challenge of how untrustworthy she saw him. But when Wesley sent compliments her way it came from a good place, he liked how honest she was; she didn’t brush off that past, she thought he was an idiot, an ass just you name it. But the male also felt the night was young, nor was he the kind to just lay it all out there; especially with his pending family drama. Guess how it goes, Angela Lopez was underestimating how convincing I could be, I had heart, and even as I stood here listening to the brunette’s stage advise. I swallowed the beer that slid down my throat. Family was messy, complicated, especially when you wanted to cross over the path that was laid out for you. Wesley was a prime example, he loved his mother, but she was overbearing, controlling wanted him to fall in line and use his name the evers name to get the best law firm. I was a man of his own mind; he liked to earn his keep. He wanted to make that name for himself. 

A audible sigh left his lips angling his eyes upon the female. “ No, I like your mindset, your family must underestimate you.” Yeah that felt obvious; especially with how knee deep this conversation was heading, I liked that we could be honest, let the other in to our own thoughts even on a first date, the word date was being used loosely here, because Angela hadn’t made her mind up about me yet. “ The day I put my foot down with my mom, refused to take the job at the company that would fall to our feet because I’m an Evers. That was the day she had to realize, I wasn’t gonna be controlled. “ 

Yet the dinners were polite talk, small talk, she pretended to care about my position, about me and my cases, unless the name came out within the court room, I accepted the man I wanted to be; and if my mother couldn’t get on board maybe I needed to stop going to dinners.

Time in life when it was simple yet never the best of us.

@imagoodcop

Time in life when it was simple yet never the best of us. 

Wesley Evers, the guy that defended the crimes that he felt weren’t committed. He was also the wealthy lawyer that refused to allow his mother to help him out. Growing up he never saw everyone in black and white. In school he purposely tried to disappoint his mother, he wanted to be the black sheep. He never understood the concept of well income families being better than the lower. He never cared about the money, he never wanted a career the best law program, the best lawyer company based on who his family was. He wanted to earn his spot on his own merits. A concept his family never understood. When I graduated I purposely picked the farthest school from my family, I honestly considered changing the last name but too much effort. 

Wesley was a defense attorney he was based in LA, he was one of the defense lawyers the Wilshire station used when a cop got themselves into a sticky situation. Wesley had those cops on speed dial it helped his reputation. Grey knew he was able to call day or night, and I’d hope out of bed and be restless and do my job. Being in LA the last few years; Wesley had reinvaded his life. He came off a broken engagement; purposely. He was guilty for the fallout; he was guilty for hurting Monica, for forcing her to end it. Truth was instead of being honest with myself, about how I didn’t love her enough to say I do, I felt like she liked the name Evers, what my family’s money the last name could do for her. Which is why I opt from allowing any of my dates from knowing who I am, the evers name. It opens doors but at what cost? 

I cheated why? Because I knew it would be the straw that broke her; force her hand to toss the diamond in my direction. Wesley liked helping people but when it came to dating he was a massive mess. Wesley decided his energy was best put into his career, he was just stepping out of his car, the expensive one, the only black expensive car he wanted in his life; but he did buy on his own. He had his briefcase in hand as he was preparing for a debriefing here at the station, a kid was wrongly accused of stealing, when it shows it was only because the manager of the store was unwilling to work with him, give him the money he owed the young idiot. He was near the food trucks where the cops of LAPD tended to hang out on their off shifts or a lunch break, when he barely felt the movement. “ Greg” He called as he felt the way my case fell, and I felt wobbly on my feet. My own client was the one what I felt ambushed me. As I got a handle on myself; Wesley spotted the boy running away with his flies; his case. Panic arose as he glanced to the two cops. 

“ Help, he just took my flies.” My flies, eyeing the younger male as he already had his hand on the gun and made a beeline after my idiot client. Stressful on my part. As for the brunette; she felt familiar yet I had no idea how. She wasn’t a client right? Brows pushed together; as he eyed her. “ Are you just gonna stand on your ass or will you do your damn job?” I asked more so out of annoyance; or was I about to go man hunting for my own client.

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@imagoodcop

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Wesley Evers thought of himself as a simple guy. He was a kickass lawyer, he would have pursued the law in a courtroom, not to say he doesn’t enter a courtroom because he does on a daily but he ops to focus on the people that are wrongfully accessed, the people who feel like the hand they’ve been given was all they had left. Wesley was a spoke for the crimes. He enjoyed taking his time and energy to handle the pro-bono cases, he helped out the cops on the force when they were pushed into a jam. Wesley knew what his reputation was to Angela, she saw him as a jerk. Selfish because of the choice he made all those years ago. He messed up, he was a jerk but he had learned. 

And he was proud of himself for turning her once sour attitude around. She nearly looked as if she was enjoying herself. And he did appreciate how honest the brunette was, her lack of being wrong. But he was sipping on his drink now with raised brows, as he listened. He saw how important moving up the ladder was. She was ready to be challenged, ready to be the boss, and man if her yelling at me earlier was any indication, she was a badass, she was hot, I bet it was hot to watch Angela be in charge, but I kept that thought to myself; it may be too soon to hit on her. That charming smile of his creased along his lips with ease. “ I know its hard to be patient, but when the timing is right you’ll knock all the other detectives out of the park.” An honest and sincere answer. Wesley cared about Angela, how he felt was real, even if she was feeling slightly wary of him. 

“ Family is messy and complicated. Especially when you divert from the path that’s placed in front of you. I do love how honest you are Angela.” Deciding to use her first name now, as a sense of endearment on his part. “ Sometimes parents don’t know how to aid support to their kids, a concept I learned years ago. You just accept it and I’m happy with where i’m at.” He generally was happy, He just wished his mother would stop trying to divert his attention to the firms she begged for him to interview at. But somehow he knew Angela related, as sad as it was. A laugh left his lips with a shake of his head. “ Yeah sometimes I wonder if my mother only invites me to these dinners because I’m her son, I can tell she’s judging me more often than not.” 

Yeah yikes on my part.

Time in life when it was simple yet never the best of us.

@imagoodcop

Time in life when it was simple yet never the best of us. 

Wesley Evers, the guy that defended the crimes that he felt weren’t committed. He was also the wealthy lawyer that refused to allow his mother to help him out. Growing up he never saw everyone in black and white. In school he purposely tried to disappoint his mother, he wanted to be the black sheep. He never understood the concept of well income families being better than the lower. He never cared about the money, he never wanted a career the best law program, the best lawyer company based on who his family was. He wanted to earn his spot on his own merits. A concept his family never understood. When I graduated I purposely picked the farthest school from my family, I honestly considered changing the last name but too much effort. 

Wesley was a defense attorney he was based in LA, he was one of the defense lawyers the Wilshire station used when a cop got themselves into a sticky situation. Wesley had those cops on speed dial it helped his reputation. Grey knew he was able to call day or night, and I’d hope out of bed and be restless and do my job. Being in LA the last few years; Wesley had reinvaded his life. He came off a broken engagement; purposely. He was guilty for the fallout; he was guilty for hurting Monica, for forcing her to end it. Truth was instead of being honest with myself, about how I didn’t love her enough to say I do, I felt like she liked the name Evers, what my family’s money the last name could do for her. Which is why I opt from allowing any of my dates from knowing who I am, the evers name. It opens doors but at what cost? 

I cheated why? Because I knew it would be the straw that broke her; force her hand to toss the diamond in my direction. Wesley liked helping people but when it came to dating he was a massive mess. Wesley decided his energy was best put into his career, he was just stepping out of his car, the expensive one, the only black expensive car he wanted in his life; but he did buy on his own. He had his briefcase in hand as he was preparing for a debriefing here at the station, a kid was wrongly accused of stealing, when it shows it was only because the manager of the store was unwilling to work with him, give him the money he owed the young idiot. He was near the food trucks where the cops of LAPD tended to hang out on their off shifts or a lunch break, when he barely felt the movement. “ Greg” He called as he felt the way my case fell, and I felt wobbly on my feet. My own client was the one what I felt ambushed me. As I got a handle on myself; Wesley spotted the boy running away with his flies; his case. Panic arose as he glanced to the two cops. 

“ Help, he just took my flies.” My flies, eyeing the younger male as he already had his hand on the gun and made a beeline after my idiot client. Stressful on my part. As for the brunette; she felt familiar yet I had no idea how. She wasn’t a client right? Brows pushed together; as he eyed her. “ Are you just gonna stand on your ass or will you do your damn job?” I asked more so out of annoyance; or was I about to go man hunting for my own client.

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Wesley wasn’t proud of his young self. At the time, he wanted to be accepted, he wanted to fit in. And he was embarrassed to the fact he knew absolutely nothing about cars, he was a dumbass, and Angela as her face came to mind, helped him. And he liked her dry humor, he liked that she didn’t feed into the normal cliques, she was strong headed, a girl that decided for herself what she wanted. And I blew it, Wesley could admit he understood why she was wary to forgive, to give him the benefit of the doubt. But Angela showed up, and she hadn’t stomped on my foot yet which was process. Wesley wore that charming grin of his now, as she told him he proved her wrong. And he wasn’t smug, he wasn’t cocky, but he had to allow himself to feel happy that Angela didn’t regret showing up tonight. 

“ Well, I happen to find it great that I’ve proved you wrong, and I can tell how hard that was for you to admit Lopez” He could’ve said Angela but it was our teasing, that kept our guards up interesting. His fingers tapped against his beer glass, as he brought the rim to his lips to take an easy sip. “ I get it, you find a comfortability with your job, the everyday routine. But you have that need for more, You want to move up the ranking it makes sense.” A change was necessary for you not to feel stuck. Wesley had one of those life altering moments at times, when he took on the fancy cases, and he found he couldn’t justify himself anymore. Pro-bono cases was his love, he liked to help the middle man. He had a thrill chasing the bad guys, with aiding the LAPD when necessary. He didn’t want to be controlled and if he had allowed his mother to preserve him; he’d be trapped. At the mention of his mother now, he had to roll his eyes, her fancy life, the big house, her need to control her children. “ She’s not thrilled, and each time I do go to the house for family dinner, she tries to convince me that money, the firm path with law is in my blood, that I’ll regret where I’m at.” Pausing now as he used his fingers to make the quotation with his fingers. “ She wants to be right, and I know I’m where I want to be, and this is why I barely go back to the mansion.” Honestly hurt, and my mother apparently didn’t want to accept me. 

“ What are your parents? Do they approve? And what I remember you had plenty of backup in brothers?” I asked with a raised brow, I noticed and listened even if Wesley was silent back in high school.

Time in life when it was simple yet never the best of us.

@imagoodcop

Time in life when it was simple yet never the best of us. 

Wesley Evers, the guy that defended the crimes that he felt weren’t committed. He was also the wealthy lawyer that refused to allow his mother to help him out. Growing up he never saw everyone in black and white. In school he purposely tried to disappoint his mother, he wanted to be the black sheep. He never understood the concept of well income families being better than the lower. He never cared about the money, he never wanted a career the best law program, the best lawyer company based on who his family was. He wanted to earn his spot on his own merits. A concept his family never understood. When I graduated I purposely picked the farthest school from my family, I honestly considered changing the last name but too much effort. 

Wesley was a defense attorney he was based in LA, he was one of the defense lawyers the Wilshire station used when a cop got themselves into a sticky situation. Wesley had those cops on speed dial it helped his reputation. Grey knew he was able to call day or night, and I’d hope out of bed and be restless and do my job. Being in LA the last few years; Wesley had reinvaded his life. He came off a broken engagement; purposely. He was guilty for the fallout; he was guilty for hurting Monica, for forcing her to end it. Truth was instead of being honest with myself, about how I didn’t love her enough to say I do, I felt like she liked the name Evers, what my family’s money the last name could do for her. Which is why I opt from allowing any of my dates from knowing who I am, the evers name. It opens doors but at what cost? 

I cheated why? Because I knew it would be the straw that broke her; force her hand to toss the diamond in my direction. Wesley liked helping people but when it came to dating he was a massive mess. Wesley decided his energy was best put into his career, he was just stepping out of his car, the expensive one, the only black expensive car he wanted in his life; but he did buy on his own. He had his briefcase in hand as he was preparing for a debriefing here at the station, a kid was wrongly accused of stealing, when it shows it was only because the manager of the store was unwilling to work with him, give him the money he owed the young idiot. He was near the food trucks where the cops of LAPD tended to hang out on their off shifts or a lunch break, when he barely felt the movement. “ Greg” He called as he felt the way my case fell, and I felt wobbly on my feet. My own client was the one what I felt ambushed me. As I got a handle on myself; Wesley spotted the boy running away with his flies; his case. Panic arose as he glanced to the two cops. 

“ Help, he just took my flies.” My flies, eyeing the younger male as he already had his hand on the gun and made a beeline after my idiot client. Stressful on my part. As for the brunette; she felt familiar yet I had no idea how. She wasn’t a client right? Brows pushed together; as he eyed her. “ Are you just gonna stand on your ass or will you do your damn job?” I asked more so out of annoyance; or was I about to go man hunting for my own client.

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Wesley was painfully aware now of the harm he did, he had genuinely hurt Angela back in our high school years. His charming smile wasn’t enough to get him out of untrustworthy terrotory. He kinda felt as if he was stepping easily on eggshells. Wesley did attempt to keep the conversation light and airy while also being more open. His issues with the name Evers, the doors it opened for his career; it was very well known at least within the precinct. He did a lot of pro-bono cases, when an misconduct occurred at the precinct he was the lawyer they called, a defense lawyer. It was a shocked that Angela and himself hadn’t crossed paths until today. Or perhaps it pegged the question if she purposely avoided him. But Wesley liked to think of today as a chance encounter. 

A second chance for us, a date that never happened back in the day. The male held his beer bringing the cold bottle to his lips taking a causal sip before he eyed the brunette. Did she believe he had changed? Knowing her stubborn nature it was a tough call for now. His change, his lawyer career was still intact, but he didn’t want his career to be based on who his family was. Wesley worked for every earning he had; to the dismay of his mother. Pulling his shoulders into a causal shrug now. “ I tried it my mother’s way my name got me entry to any firm I wanted. And I love the job, I love when I gain new information. I love the reward of helping a person who was wrongly accused. But i don’t care for the money the props that comes with the Evers name. I want to earn the spotlight on my own merits” He had the feeling Angela may understand his side here. He was quite honest; but for Wesley he did feel this attraction towards her; he wanted the chance to explore it and not let one idiot mistake define the man he was. 

Shifting on his feet now, He listened intently. “ You passed the test then?” He asked in true curiosity now, because he was genuinely interested he noted a smile on her face when she spoke of her passion of being a detective, he understood the muse. Unfortunately it was a waiting game. “ There will be a spot soon, all the detectives come and go when opportunities come knocking on their doors.” Now Wesley heard whispers but he didn’t know common knowledge he was good at faking until he makes plus he was aiming to make a good impression now.

Time in life when it was simple yet never the best of us.

@imagoodcop

Time in life when it was simple yet never the best of us. 

Wesley Evers, the guy that defended the crimes that he felt weren’t committed. He was also the wealthy lawyer that refused to allow his mother to help him out. Growing up he never saw everyone in black and white. In school he purposely tried to disappoint his mother, he wanted to be the black sheep. He never understood the concept of well income families being better than the lower. He never cared about the money, he never wanted a career the best law program, the best lawyer company based on who his family was. He wanted to earn his spot on his own merits. A concept his family never understood. When I graduated I purposely picked the farthest school from my family, I honestly considered changing the last name but too much effort. 

Wesley was a defense attorney he was based in LA, he was one of the defense lawyers the Wilshire station used when a cop got themselves into a sticky situation. Wesley had those cops on speed dial it helped his reputation. Grey knew he was able to call day or night, and I’d hope out of bed and be restless and do my job. Being in LA the last few years; Wesley had reinvaded his life. He came off a broken engagement; purposely. He was guilty for the fallout; he was guilty for hurting Monica, for forcing her to end it. Truth was instead of being honest with myself, about how I didn’t love her enough to say I do, I felt like she liked the name Evers, what my family’s money the last name could do for her. Which is why I opt from allowing any of my dates from knowing who I am, the evers name. It opens doors but at what cost? 

I cheated why? Because I knew it would be the straw that broke her; force her hand to toss the diamond in my direction. Wesley liked helping people but when it came to dating he was a massive mess. Wesley decided his energy was best put into his career, he was just stepping out of his car, the expensive one, the only black expensive car he wanted in his life; but he did buy on his own. He had his briefcase in hand as he was preparing for a debriefing here at the station, a kid was wrongly accused of stealing, when it shows it was only because the manager of the store was unwilling to work with him, give him the money he owed the young idiot. He was near the food trucks where the cops of LAPD tended to hang out on their off shifts or a lunch break, when he barely felt the movement. “ Greg” He called as he felt the way my case fell, and I felt wobbly on my feet. My own client was the one what I felt ambushed me. As I got a handle on myself; Wesley spotted the boy running away with his flies; his case. Panic arose as he glanced to the two cops. 

“ Help, he just took my flies.” My flies, eyeing the younger male as he already had his hand on the gun and made a beeline after my idiot client. Stressful on my part. As for the brunette; she felt familiar yet I had no idea how. She wasn’t a client right? Brows pushed together; as he eyed her. “ Are you just gonna stand on your ass or will you do your damn job?” I asked more so out of annoyance; or was I about to go man hunting for my own client.

[idefendthecrimes]

@imagoodcop

[idefendthecrimes]

Wesley was pleasantly surprised to hear that Angel was aiming high hopes for him. It took every ounce of Wesley not to grin from ear to ear. The girl he had once hurt by an action he found he wasn’t proud of. To a miracle we ended up in the same area Wilshire. And our odds well my odds were working in my favor. As I nodded avoiding the cocky feeling I felt in my stomach now. “ You have high hopes for me huh?” I added as the bartender had placed my beer in front of me. Palm slipping around the cold bottle before I brought the tip innocently to my lips. Within a minute the male had moved to one of the empty tables. 

He wasn’t the teen that Angela once knew him as; he was an adult; and he wanted to build his career on its own merits. Meaning the specialty to this very place; it was the place he got the call. The place he became a lawyer on his own; without the evers name; without the appealing of his mother; and he knew he sucked her a new one. And hearing Angela talk; he impressed her as she shared her own story. Of wanting to stick a new one to her parents; and now she was this incredible cop; people like me feared. And I lowered my beer to the table as I Said. “ To us sticking it to our families looks like we have one thing in common..” Hopeful more the optimism in him screamed; as he picked the beer up in order to click with her own. “ To overcoming the expectations of us, I’ve seen you on the job, I know you’d be a great detective if the opportunity comes up.” 

I believed in Angela even if she held no belief in me right now; A night to breathe; to get to know each other was in order for us.

Time in life when it was simple yet never the best of us.

@imagoodcop

Time in life when it was simple yet never the best of us. 

Wesley Evers, the guy that defended the crimes that he felt weren’t committed. He was also the wealthy lawyer that refused to allow his mother to help him out. Growing up he never saw everyone in black and white. In school he purposely tried to disappoint his mother, he wanted to be the black sheep. He never understood the concept of well income families being better than the lower. He never cared about the money, he never wanted a career the best law program, the best lawyer company based on who his family was. He wanted to earn his spot on his own merits. A concept his family never understood. When I graduated I purposely picked the farthest school from my family, I honestly considered changing the last name but too much effort. 

Wesley was a defense attorney he was based in LA, he was one of the defense lawyers the Wilshire station used when a cop got themselves into a sticky situation. Wesley had those cops on speed dial it helped his reputation. Grey knew he was able to call day or night, and I’d hope out of bed and be restless and do my job. Being in LA the last few years; Wesley had reinvaded his life. He came off a broken engagement; purposely. He was guilty for the fallout; he was guilty for hurting Monica, for forcing her to end it. Truth was instead of being honest with myself, about how I didn’t love her enough to say I do, I felt like she liked the name Evers, what my family’s money the last name could do for her. Which is why I opt from allowing any of my dates from knowing who I am, the evers name. It opens doors but at what cost? 

I cheated why? Because I knew it would be the straw that broke her; force her hand to toss the diamond in my direction. Wesley liked helping people but when it came to dating he was a massive mess. Wesley decided his energy was best put into his career, he was just stepping out of his car, the expensive one, the only black expensive car he wanted in his life; but he did buy on his own. He had his briefcase in hand as he was preparing for a debriefing here at the station, a kid was wrongly accused of stealing, when it shows it was only because the manager of the store was unwilling to work with him, give him the money he owed the young idiot. He was near the food trucks where the cops of LAPD tended to hang out on their off shifts or a lunch break, when he barely felt the movement. “ Greg” He called as he felt the way my case fell, and I felt wobbly on my feet. My own client was the one what I felt ambushed me. As I got a handle on myself; Wesley spotted the boy running away with his flies; his case. Panic arose as he glanced to the two cops. 

“ Help, he just took my flies.” My flies, eyeing the younger male as he already had his hand on the gun and made a beeline after my idiot client. Stressful on my part. As for the brunette; she felt familiar yet I had no idea how. She wasn’t a client right? Brows pushed together; as he eyed her. “ Are you just gonna stand on your ass or will you do your damn job?” I asked more so out of annoyance; or was I about to go man hunting for my own client.

[idefendthecrimes]

Wesley was attempting to play his cards right. He was trying not to end on the receiving end of Angela, he had the feeling if he made one small move she might actually taser him. And no this wasn’t him being afraid of her; she was intimidating for sure. But she was clever, she was a badass someone he wanted the opportunity to get to know. All that to say; the male stood his ground with the dart flew from his grasp. A smirk formed on the corners of his lips. “ I’m betting on you being good at darts. I was trying to be nice here.” he echoed as he stepped to the side making a wave to the bartender. It was a slow night; meaning the man behind the bar came forward as he ordered that beer for Angela. 

This place; was the first bar he sat in after he got his job at the firm. And it meant a lot to him. And he knew it wasn’t rich and fancy for any means; but he cared about helping those small businesses in the city. Like the firm he worked for. As Angela said her name; a hum left his lips. “ Angela it is. I promise I won’t give you a reason to put me on my ass tonight.” He said as he brought his drink to his lips taking a small sip. Letting the liquid to drown down his throat before he glanced to the brunette. Of course why here? This bar was nice and quiet and of course Wesley had his own notions for it. But he pulled his shoulders into a shrug. “ because it’s a place my mother would never step foot in.” I aired out it was true; the mother who wanted to control my every move; throw money into my career and my family name. And Wesley was his own man. “ But for real it was the first bar I sat in when I got the news of my lawyer firm I’m at. So I like to spend my time here.” I had meaning substance if you may; but I wasn’t open I told Angela because I did want her to trust me and throw a benefit of the doubt in my direction if she could. 

“ What made you be a cop? “ I asked as a surface question the whole peel the pages back to get to know who you were with on a date; assuming this was a date I mean..

Time in life when it was simple yet never the best of us.

@imagoodcop

Time in life when it was simple yet never the best of us. 

Wesley Evers, the guy that defended the crimes that he felt weren’t committed. He was also the wealthy lawyer that refused to allow his mother to help him out. Growing up he never saw everyone in black and white. In school he purposely tried to disappoint his mother, he wanted to be the black sheep. He never understood the concept of well income families being better than the lower. He never cared about the money, he never wanted a career the best law program, the best lawyer company based on who his family was. He wanted to earn his spot on his own merits. A concept his family never understood. When I graduated I purposely picked the farthest school from my family, I honestly considered changing the last name but too much effort. 

Wesley was a defense attorney he was based in LA, he was one of the defense lawyers the Wilshire station used when a cop got themselves into a sticky situation. Wesley had those cops on speed dial it helped his reputation. Grey knew he was able to call day or night, and I’d hope out of bed and be restless and do my job. Being in LA the last few years; Wesley had reinvaded his life. He came off a broken engagement; purposely. He was guilty for the fallout; he was guilty for hurting Monica, for forcing her to end it. Truth was instead of being honest with myself, about how I didn’t love her enough to say I do, I felt like she liked the name Evers, what my family’s money the last name could do for her. Which is why I opt from allowing any of my dates from knowing who I am, the evers name. It opens doors but at what cost? 

I cheated why? Because I knew it would be the straw that broke her; force her hand to toss the diamond in my direction. Wesley liked helping people but when it came to dating he was a massive mess. Wesley decided his energy was best put into his career, he was just stepping out of his car, the expensive one, the only black expensive car he wanted in his life; but he did buy on his own. He had his briefcase in hand as he was preparing for a debriefing here at the station, a kid was wrongly accused of stealing, when it shows it was only because the manager of the store was unwilling to work with him, give him the money he owed the young idiot. He was near the food trucks where the cops of LAPD tended to hang out on their off shifts or a lunch break, when he barely felt the movement. “ Greg” He called as he felt the way my case fell, and I felt wobbly on my feet. My own client was the one what I felt ambushed me. As I got a handle on myself; Wesley spotted the boy running away with his flies; his case. Panic arose as he glanced to the two cops. 

“ Help, he just took my flies.” My flies, eyeing the younger male as he already had his hand on the gun and made a beeline after my idiot client. Stressful on my part. As for the brunette; she felt familiar yet I had no idea how. She wasn’t a client right? Brows pushed together; as he eyed her. “ Are you just gonna stand on your ass or will you do your damn job?” I asked more so out of annoyance; or was I about to go man hunting for my own client.

[idefendthecrimes]

Wesley wasn’t proud of the man he was in High School. He felt like he was fighting his own demons. He was trying so hard to fit in, trying to go against the boy his mom wanted or expected of him. He was clearly an idiot, blinded to an badass girl who thought highly of him. Wesley could stand here and pick apart himself; he could apologize until he was blue in the face. But he was a lawyer at heart, which meant he was a man of action, he owned up to his mistakes. 

Angela; years ago he wasn’t worthy of that potential. But tonight was about rebranding himself; he was still cocky yes, confident but he also had a humorous side, that made dry jokes, that could feel the bones in his body loosen up. But he needed Angela to throw him a bone, give him that benefit of the doubt even if she felt he didn’t deserve it. Did he expect her to show up? Honestly it felt like a good toss up each second that ticked by. He was at the darts, his hand on aim as he threw the dart in the air and hit right outside the lines. Wesley rarely ever found himself entertaining the bar games but he was passing time to not feel like an idiot. But when he heard the door ring his head quickly turned around as if it whipped and caught sight of her. Curly locks, the dress she was beautiful. And he knew what he missed out on years ago, but this was a second chance. 

Gripping hold of the dart, he eyed the brunette with ease, he was nervous not that the male could show it. Here we go; the taser, what a shame it wouldn’t collide with my balls tonight, because I was a man of my word. Tilting my head towards the dart board. “ Perhaps if you beat me at a game of darts, I’ll still allow you to taser me..” I paused as I nodded to the guy behind the bar. “ What drink can I get you Angela? Or Lopez? Are we officially off the formality?” I asked more so to be cute; but if she really needed to settle the dust she could taser me by all means. 

I kinda owed her right?

Time in life when it was simple yet never the best of us.

@imagoodcop

Time in life when it was simple yet never the best of us. 

Wesley Evers, the guy that defended the crimes that he felt weren’t committed. He was also the wealthy lawyer that refused to allow his mother to help him out. Growing up he never saw everyone in black and white. In school he purposely tried to disappoint his mother, he wanted to be the black sheep. He never understood the concept of well income families being better than the lower. He never cared about the money, he never wanted a career the best law program, the best lawyer company based on who his family was. He wanted to earn his spot on his own merits. A concept his family never understood. When I graduated I purposely picked the farthest school from my family, I honestly considered changing the last name but too much effort. 

Wesley was a defense attorney he was based in LA, he was one of the defense lawyers the Wilshire station used when a cop got themselves into a sticky situation. Wesley had those cops on speed dial it helped his reputation. Grey knew he was able to call day or night, and I’d hope out of bed and be restless and do my job. Being in LA the last few years; Wesley had reinvaded his life. He came off a broken engagement; purposely. He was guilty for the fallout; he was guilty for hurting Monica, for forcing her to end it. Truth was instead of being honest with myself, about how I didn’t love her enough to say I do, I felt like she liked the name Evers, what my family’s money the last name could do for her. Which is why I opt from allowing any of my dates from knowing who I am, the evers name. It opens doors but at what cost? 

I cheated why? Because I knew it would be the straw that broke her; force her hand to toss the diamond in my direction. Wesley liked helping people but when it came to dating he was a massive mess. Wesley decided his energy was best put into his career, he was just stepping out of his car, the expensive one, the only black expensive car he wanted in his life; but he did buy on his own. He had his briefcase in hand as he was preparing for a debriefing here at the station, a kid was wrongly accused of stealing, when it shows it was only because the manager of the store was unwilling to work with him, give him the money he owed the young idiot. He was near the food trucks where the cops of LAPD tended to hang out on their off shifts or a lunch break, when he barely felt the movement. “ Greg” He called as he felt the way my case fell, and I felt wobbly on my feet. My own client was the one what I felt ambushed me. As I got a handle on myself; Wesley spotted the boy running away with his flies; his case. Panic arose as he glanced to the two cops. 

“ Help, he just took my flies.” My flies, eyeing the younger male as he already had his hand on the gun and made a beeline after my idiot client. Stressful on my part. As for the brunette; she felt familiar yet I had no idea how. She wasn’t a client right? Brows pushed together; as he eyed her. “ Are you just gonna stand on your ass or will you do your damn job?” I asked more so out of annoyance; or was I about to go man hunting for my own client.

[idefendthecrimes]

Wesley was painfully aware that he had made mistakes. Pointedly in high school; he had the money; he had the friends in the moment he had messed up with Angela. He stood her up and although that night he felt guilty about it. But now he just wanted to redeem himself. Wesley wasn’t a player far from it. He wanted to make a name for himself. He didn’t want his mother waving her bills to land him a client; or a date. He worked his ass off on his own merits. And Angela he wanted to prove her wrong. 

It was clear the brunette expected the worse in him; grant it he had no idea if she’d show up tonight. He was walking into this date completely blind. That night when he had stepped into his shoe box apartment; he had a clear vision in mind. Wesley had worn jeans and nice shirt; a navy blue one it felt like a decent color to wear. Plus it was dark enough therefore if Angela decided to toss a drink on me it would absorb.Wesley was expecting the worse case scenario in his head. He was ready; and he slipped into his sneakers the best dress up he was gonna play tonight. And he hopped right into his car; and made his way down to the dive bar he hung out. It felt causal enough; and he loved the dart games at the bar. He had parked and made his way inside the place. It was fairly busy when he ordered himself a beer, and made his way to one of the dart boards. The hooks in hand as he kept an even eye on the door. Was she going to show? Or deliver the ultimate payback for years ago? 

Wesley was the poor fool this time; waiting to be stood up or if the girl gave a chance; it was a toss up.

Time in life when it was simple yet never the best of us.

@imagoodcop

Time in life when it was simple yet never the best of us. 

Wesley Evers, the guy that defended the crimes that he felt weren’t committed. He was also the wealthy lawyer that refused to allow his mother to help him out. Growing up he never saw everyone in black and white. In school he purposely tried to disappoint his mother, he wanted to be the black sheep. He never understood the concept of well income families being better than the lower. He never cared about the money, he never wanted a career the best law program, the best lawyer company based on who his family was. He wanted to earn his spot on his own merits. A concept his family never understood. When I graduated I purposely picked the farthest school from my family, I honestly considered changing the last name but too much effort. 

Wesley was a defense attorney he was based in LA, he was one of the defense lawyers the Wilshire station used when a cop got themselves into a sticky situation. Wesley had those cops on speed dial it helped his reputation. Grey knew he was able to call day or night, and I’d hope out of bed and be restless and do my job. Being in LA the last few years; Wesley had reinvaded his life. He came off a broken engagement; purposely. He was guilty for the fallout; he was guilty for hurting Monica, for forcing her to end it. Truth was instead of being honest with myself, about how I didn’t love her enough to say I do, I felt like she liked the name Evers, what my family’s money the last name could do for her. Which is why I opt from allowing any of my dates from knowing who I am, the evers name. It opens doors but at what cost? 

I cheated why? Because I knew it would be the straw that broke her; force her hand to toss the diamond in my direction. Wesley liked helping people but when it came to dating he was a massive mess. Wesley decided his energy was best put into his career, he was just stepping out of his car, the expensive one, the only black expensive car he wanted in his life; but he did buy on his own. He had his briefcase in hand as he was preparing for a debriefing here at the station, a kid was wrongly accused of stealing, when it shows it was only because the manager of the store was unwilling to work with him, give him the money he owed the young idiot. He was near the food trucks where the cops of LAPD tended to hang out on their off shifts or a lunch break, when he barely felt the movement. “ Greg” He called as he felt the way my case fell, and I felt wobbly on my feet. My own client was the one what I felt ambushed me. As I got a handle on myself; Wesley spotted the boy running away with his flies; his case. Panic arose as he glanced to the two cops. 

“ Help, he just took my flies.” My flies, eyeing the younger male as he already had his hand on the gun and made a beeline after my idiot client. Stressful on my part. As for the brunette; she felt familiar yet I had no idea how. She wasn’t a client right? Brows pushed together; as he eyed her. “ Are you just gonna stand on your ass or will you do your damn job?” I asked more so out of annoyance; or was I about to go man hunting for my own client.

[idefendthecrimes]

Wesley Evers was aware of himself, the mistakes he obviously pulled in high school. He wasn’t proud of how he stood Angela up. He always prided himself of stepping out of the Evers name. He didn’t want to make his future on the name. He earned every penny he had, but how he treated Angela in High school when she only showed him kindness when it came to helping him with his car that day, he was a jerk. All the despise she felt for him was earned. All that to say; Wesley believed in the second chances. And with some twisting of the arm, and a heated threat. Angela seemingly agreed to meet him for a drink tonight. He felt the knots in his stomach when he turned. Wesley knew the station like the back of his hand. He often visited for work, met his clients in the interrogation rooms. He had business at the station, So when he turned he kept the reminder of being tasered tonight if he didn’t show up. He had the feeling Angela would hunt him down and taser him in the balls, to get her point across. It should be terrifying to Wesley, but it wasn’t. Because he liked her feisty nature, he liked her fight and it was hot to hear those threats from her mouth. As if he had a skip in his step; the male held his briefcase in hand as he exited the swinging doors. 

Once he got to his car; he did make his way to the main office his firm worked in. Wesley didn’t care about money; it was the sole reason why he rarely saw his mother. She wanted to fend the money the wealth onto him. But he was persistent on making a name for himself. All that to say; he worked in a brick building, the marble shutters on the windows, it was decent. He made his way into the moving doors and up to his office. He had a few meetings before he’d go home and get ready. He wasn’t going to wear the suit he wore down, that would deem too much pressure, and I wanted the evening to be causal, to be more intimate, find a footing with each other. As he noted his name on the door; he made his way inside. He just hoped Angela didn’t try to beat the crap out of him.

Time in life when it was simple yet never the best of us.

@imagoodcop

Time in life when it was simple yet never the best of us. 

Wesley Evers, the guy that defended the crimes that he felt weren’t committed. He was also the wealthy lawyer that refused to allow his mother to help him out. Growing up he never saw everyone in black and white. In school he purposely tried to disappoint his mother, he wanted to be the black sheep. He never understood the concept of well income families being better than the lower. He never cared about the money, he never wanted a career the best law program, the best lawyer company based on who his family was. He wanted to earn his spot on his own merits. A concept his family never understood. When I graduated I purposely picked the farthest school from my family, I honestly considered changing the last name but too much effort. 

Wesley was a defense attorney he was based in LA, he was one of the defense lawyers the Wilshire station used when a cop got themselves into a sticky situation. Wesley had those cops on speed dial it helped his reputation. Grey knew he was able to call day or night, and I’d hope out of bed and be restless and do my job. Being in LA the last few years; Wesley had reinvaded his life. He came off a broken engagement; purposely. He was guilty for the fallout; he was guilty for hurting Monica, for forcing her to end it. Truth was instead of being honest with myself, about how I didn’t love her enough to say I do, I felt like she liked the name Evers, what my family’s money the last name could do for her. Which is why I opt from allowing any of my dates from knowing who I am, the evers name. It opens doors but at what cost? 

I cheated why? Because I knew it would be the straw that broke her; force her hand to toss the diamond in my direction. Wesley liked helping people but when it came to dating he was a massive mess. Wesley decided his energy was best put into his career, he was just stepping out of his car, the expensive one, the only black expensive car he wanted in his life; but he did buy on his own. He had his briefcase in hand as he was preparing for a debriefing here at the station, a kid was wrongly accused of stealing, when it shows it was only because the manager of the store was unwilling to work with him, give him the money he owed the young idiot. He was near the food trucks where the cops of LAPD tended to hang out on their off shifts or a lunch break, when he barely felt the movement. “ Greg” He called as he felt the way my case fell, and I felt wobbly on my feet. My own client was the one what I felt ambushed me. As I got a handle on myself; Wesley spotted the boy running away with his flies; his case. Panic arose as he glanced to the two cops. 

“ Help, he just took my flies.” My flies, eyeing the younger male as he already had his hand on the gun and made a beeline after my idiot client. Stressful on my part. As for the brunette; she felt familiar yet I had no idea how. She wasn’t a client right? Brows pushed together; as he eyed her. “ Are you just gonna stand on your ass or will you do your damn job?” I asked more so out of annoyance; or was I about to go man hunting for my own client.

[idefendthecrimes]

Wesley Evers was a man of honor. He had morals despite his own questionable decisions. And a teen Wesley was kicking himself now noting the girl he let slip through his fingers. Noting that he was the idiot. He allowed the influence of his friends back then, along with his own judgements towards his mother; needing to hold control of his own future. He never wanted to be known as her son; the lawyer; he had to make a known name for himself. And now as he tried to wrap his own head around Angela; our little history he was trying to hold amends. He was trying to make  it right. He was honest; and if that got him tasered in the end so be it. He said the words with purpose. 

An honest for real intending to show up that night at 7 even if Angela stood him up. He wouldn’t hold it against her; he stood her up. He made the mistake and now he did want to hold himself accountable and make amends. Even if she wanted him dead. Angela was a fuel challenge, she didn’t care who I was, or the evers name which was a turn on for me. But I also didn’t trust she’d show up that night; but if I ended up the idiot at the bar so be it. The male was slowly backing up towards the exit doors when he heard her tone. “ Crystal clear Lopez.” He echoed out the words with teasing but also honesty. And Wesley knew if he remotely stood her up he’d be the man left for dead. And he vowed to himself to not disappear. He echoed his next words with ease. “ Wear something nice, I aim to impress.” He aired out as he turned on his heel and he pushed through the doors. Outside the station and he was worn in a suit. He was one to get to his car; his clients on edge; rightfully so. But tonight was all hers; he wasn’t going to die an dishonest man. Once he was behind the wheel he did a fist pump because he won her over; enough to say yes.. For now…

Time in life when it was simple yet never the best of us.

@imagoodcop

Time in life when it was simple yet never the best of us. 

Wesley Evers, the guy that defended the crimes that he felt weren’t committed. He was also the wealthy lawyer that refused to allow his mother to help him out. Growing up he never saw everyone in black and white. In school he purposely tried to disappoint his mother, he wanted to be the black sheep. He never understood the concept of well income families being better than the lower. He never cared about the money, he never wanted a career the best law program, the best lawyer company based on who his family was. He wanted to earn his spot on his own merits. A concept his family never understood. When I graduated I purposely picked the farthest school from my family, I honestly considered changing the last name but too much effort. 

Wesley was a defense attorney he was based in LA, he was one of the defense lawyers the Wilshire station used when a cop got themselves into a sticky situation. Wesley had those cops on speed dial it helped his reputation. Grey knew he was able to call day or night, and I’d hope out of bed and be restless and do my job. Being in LA the last few years; Wesley had reinvaded his life. He came off a broken engagement; purposely. He was guilty for the fallout; he was guilty for hurting Monica, for forcing her to end it. Truth was instead of being honest with myself, about how I didn’t love her enough to say I do, I felt like she liked the name Evers, what my family’s money the last name could do for her. Which is why I opt from allowing any of my dates from knowing who I am, the evers name. It opens doors but at what cost? 

I cheated why? Because I knew it would be the straw that broke her; force her hand to toss the diamond in my direction. Wesley liked helping people but when it came to dating he was a massive mess. Wesley decided his energy was best put into his career, he was just stepping out of his car, the expensive one, the only black expensive car he wanted in his life; but he did buy on his own. He had his briefcase in hand as he was preparing for a debriefing here at the station, a kid was wrongly accused of stealing, when it shows it was only because the manager of the store was unwilling to work with him, give him the money he owed the young idiot. He was near the food trucks where the cops of LAPD tended to hang out on their off shifts or a lunch break, when he barely felt the movement. “ Greg” He called as he felt the way my case fell, and I felt wobbly on my feet. My own client was the one what I felt ambushed me. As I got a handle on myself; Wesley spotted the boy running away with his flies; his case. Panic arose as he glanced to the two cops. 

“ Help, he just took my flies.” My flies, eyeing the younger male as he already had his hand on the gun and made a beeline after my idiot client. Stressful on my part. As for the brunette; she felt familiar yet I had no idea how. She wasn’t a client right? Brows pushed together; as he eyed her. “ Are you just gonna stand on your ass or will you do your damn job?” I asked more so out of annoyance; or was I about to go man hunting for my own client.

[idefendthecrimes]

Wesley Evers was a lawyer at heart which meant he definitely enjoyed the last word. It part of his job, a creature of habit as they say. But Wesley had a heart; he felt guilty for what he did to Angela in their younger immature selfs. Wesley had pride; he never wanted to be the person to intentionally hurt someone; or to be like his mother who waved money as a means of escaping a situation. Back in the day he vaguely remembered the car breaking down; but he saw her; the high pony, the way she tried to come off as a complete badass which Angela Lopez was. But Wesley was the coward who stupidly stood her up; and now our paths have crossed timely too. And Was Wesley only asking to make his amends? To make it right in his conscious to buy a drink? Yes and no. But he supposed if he answered honestly it would opt the brunette to actually toss his ass into a cell or taser him and his ass would fall to the ground. 

But would that satisfied her? Honestly at this range the male had no idea what answer made it safe. But Wesley was a betting guy; and he liked her spunk, he liked the power she had over him. Which is what had him being an honest man now. “ Both, truthfully.” And he raised his hands in defense kinda afraid shaking in his shiny shoes what Angela may do to him. He noted her boot eyeing us as he finished up with my client. “ I want to make it right, I do feel guilty for hurting you, it’s obvious you had a thing for me back in the day.” Pausing to clarify now.” But that’s not why I’m asking you for a drink. You bring out a challenge in me Lopez, you don’t care that I come from money; you despise that part of me. In the total amount of arguing me did out on the streets I felt myself; without my mother looking over my shoulder. I want to take you out for a drink because I desire to. Not to repay a debt from years ago.” And even now I was terrified she might taser me still; but Wesley was prepared to step back or to fall to the ground in any moment. He noticed her Boot wore a smirk; had I given a decent Speech? It was true; Wesley felt alive near her; like he had met his own match. With his hand still in the air. ‘ Think it over, and if you do decide to meet me for a drink I’ll see you at the bar down the road. Off Miller. The green lights.” A decent local bar I found.. “ And if you don’t we can go to only interacting when we have to, after all your people do need a lot of favors.” Favors I lost a tone of sleep over. 

But Wesley made a name for himself not just the Evers name. And Angela; she brought tension but made him alive in ways he’s never known.

Time in life when it was simple yet never the best of us.

@imagoodcop

Time in life when it was simple yet never the best of us. 

Wesley Evers, the guy that defended the crimes that he felt weren’t committed. He was also the wealthy lawyer that refused to allow his mother to help him out. Growing up he never saw everyone in black and white. In school he purposely tried to disappoint his mother, he wanted to be the black sheep. He never understood the concept of well income families being better than the lower. He never cared about the money, he never wanted a career the best law program, the best lawyer company based on who his family was. He wanted to earn his spot on his own merits. A concept his family never understood. When I graduated I purposely picked the farthest school from my family, I honestly considered changing the last name but too much effort. 

Wesley was a defense attorney he was based in LA, he was one of the defense lawyers the Wilshire station used when a cop got themselves into a sticky situation. Wesley had those cops on speed dial it helped his reputation. Grey knew he was able to call day or night, and I’d hope out of bed and be restless and do my job. Being in LA the last few years; Wesley had reinvaded his life. He came off a broken engagement; purposely. He was guilty for the fallout; he was guilty for hurting Monica, for forcing her to end it. Truth was instead of being honest with myself, about how I didn’t love her enough to say I do, I felt like she liked the name Evers, what my family’s money the last name could do for her. Which is why I opt from allowing any of my dates from knowing who I am, the evers name. It opens doors but at what cost? 

I cheated why? Because I knew it would be the straw that broke her; force her hand to toss the diamond in my direction. Wesley liked helping people but when it came to dating he was a massive mess. Wesley decided his energy was best put into his career, he was just stepping out of his car, the expensive one, the only black expensive car he wanted in his life; but he did buy on his own. He had his briefcase in hand as he was preparing for a debriefing here at the station, a kid was wrongly accused of stealing, when it shows it was only because the manager of the store was unwilling to work with him, give him the money he owed the young idiot. He was near the food trucks where the cops of LAPD tended to hang out on their off shifts or a lunch break, when he barely felt the movement. “ Greg” He called as he felt the way my case fell, and I felt wobbly on my feet. My own client was the one what I felt ambushed me. As I got a handle on myself; Wesley spotted the boy running away with his flies; his case. Panic arose as he glanced to the two cops. 

“ Help, he just took my flies.” My flies, eyeing the younger male as he already had his hand on the gun and made a beeline after my idiot client. Stressful on my part. As for the brunette; she felt familiar yet I had no idea how. She wasn’t a client right? Brows pushed together; as he eyed her. “ Are you just gonna stand on your ass or will you do your damn job?” I asked more so out of annoyance; or was I about to go man hunting for my own client.