Divorse lawyer

Johnson's gaze lingered on the polished surface of his desk, his thoughts adrift on the waves of carnal desires that had long defined his existence. At 32, his body was a temple sculpted by years of disciplined training, a fact he often used to his advantage in his unconventional line of work. As a divorce attorney, he had carved out a notorious niche for himself, one that involved seducing the wives of his clients and capturing their indiscretions to ensure his clients walked away from their marriages scot-free, their bank accounts intact.