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ELIZABETH."Hey!" I clutch my books to my chest and shut my eyes to calm my racing heart when Jared suddenly appears in front of me. I hear him laugh at my state and when I open my eyes, he’s staring at me. "Hi,"'I mumble in response as I tug on the strap of my bag.He cocks his head. "You’ve been avoiding me.""What?"He takes a step forward. "You… have been avoiding me, Elizabeth." His tone is accusatory and I look away from his intense gaze, shifting a bit back. "I haven’t."Jared takes yet another step forward, erasing the distance I try to put between us. "Yes, you have." He says, as his toes are almost touching mine. "You don’t reply to my texts and you don’t take my calls. And look at you now; you won’t even look into my eyes.""You’re reading it wrong," I tell him as I lift my gaze to meet his. Jared shakes his head as he slips his hands into his pockets. He rocks on his heels as his eyes drink me in and each second that passes without a word coming from him makes me squirm on
ELIZABETH.My breathing hitches as I stare at Mom, who stands only a few feet away from us with mistrusting eyes shifting between me and James.Fuck. How’s she here? She didn’t tell me she’d be here."Hi… hi—" I shut my eyes to collect my breath when I find myself stuttering through my words. "Hey, mom. You’re… here." I speak with a forced smile when I open my eyes again and her eyes are still shifting between me and James."You didn’t tell me you’d be coming over," I say again and her full attention finally falls on me. "Why? So you could hide before I caught on?" Annoyance coats her words and I find myself tongue-tied when she lifts a brow. As if sensing I’ve been surprised with no idea what to do or to say, James steps in front of me, saving me from my mother’s grim gaze. "Hello, ma. It’s been a while.""Hasn’t it?""Sure has. It’s nice to see you again."I can tell Mom has gotten closer by the way her voice sounds nearer when she speaks again. "It’s nice to see you too, James. I di
ELIZABETH."I’d never let you be miserable because of me, sweetheart." She mutters as she lifts her other hand, "Why didn’t you tell me? I had no idea. All this while, I thought he hurt you. I thought you ended things because you didn’t want to be with him anymore. I never thought it was because of me.""What?" The word leaves my mouth in a whisper as I stare at her and she cups my face. "Why’d you do that?""Because things ended with Gabriel. And being with James would mean pulling you back to that—""That’s for me to handle." She speaks before I can finish my words. "I left Gabriel because he went back to his wife. That was the decision we both made; it had nothing to do with James or you. Has that been your reason all this while? You thought I would oppose you being with James after leaving his father?"No. James, being the architect of it all, was the main reason."Yes," I reply, and she smiles. "Of course not, baby. I thought something else happened between the two of you; that’s
ELIZABETH.A MONTH LATER."What’s wrong?" I chuckle when James suddenly leans on the wheel. He turns so he can meet my eyes, and I see the hesitation in his eyes even before he says, "I’m not so sure about this."I lean back in my seat and tilt my head. "Why? You’re the one who insisted on following me. I told you to stay back.""Yeah, but you’ll be days away. I’d have been bored out of my mind.""The more time goes by, the more I feel like you’re with me more than you’re in school." That makes him grin, and he lifts his head. He grabs my hand and pulls it to his chest. "That means I’m doing this right."I shake my head, completely amused by his shamelessness and for a second, James smiles along, then the smile drops and he’s back to frowning, his eyes leaving me to the hand he has pressed to his chest. I watch as he caresses my knuckles and after a while; I shift in my seat so I’m turned to him. "Hey, you’ll be fine. It’s just my family. You’ve nothing to be scared of. You already kno
JAMES.I smile at Liz’s grandma before letting my eyes follow as Liz makes for the front door. I furrow my brows when she remains still with her hand on the knob. The door is only halfway opened, so I can’t make sense of what she’s seeing, but when Elizabeth’s hand slips from the knob and the door opens completely; my mouth opens and I slowly move to my feet when I see my father standing in front of her.He has his usual casual wear of a tight polo with black slacks on. He’s staring down at Elizabeth and after a few seconds, his gaze lifts and his eyes meet mine.There’s a slight surprise in them, as if he wasn’t expecting me to be here; yeah, right fucking back at you. What the hell is he doing here?"Dad?" I mumble under my breath before moving forward with long strides. I stand next to Elizabeth when I reach them and I lift a brow. "What are you doing here?""James. I didn’t think you’d be here." He sighs and looks at Elizabeth. "Hi, Eliza. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?"Elizabeth d
ELIZABETH."You are beautiful," I tell James as I play with the ends of his hair and he groans, his hands slipping inside my top so he can caress my naked back. He awakes sparks of pleasure in every spot his hands move across and I moan, sliding further down his lap. I gasp when I feel the hard bulge of his erection against my thighs and James lifts his head. My heart skips a beat when he gazes at me with eyes as darkened as they could get and I press my thumb to the corner of his mouth, soft pants leaving my parted lips before I pull in and take his mouth.He immediately opens for me, taking my bottom lip and sucking between his teeth. A small moan escapes me as his hands move down my back and he presses me to him, our chests brushing."James," I whimper against his lips when his tongue slides against mine and I pull harder at his hair, my body already shaking. James pulls away from the kiss and presses his forehead to mine. He lifts his gaze and I don’t need him to put the look I se
ELIZABETH.I turn to James and, as expected, he doesn’t look too happy at the sight in front of us. I lick my lip and grab his hand to steal his attention off them. The distraction is successful, and James turns to me. When I throw him a smile, he returns it, but my attempt to take his mind off his dad and mom is ruined when Gabriel speaks up."Good morning to you two. Did you sleep well?" Fuck.James' hand slips from mine and he steps forward. I try to grab his arm, but I see Mom shake her head and I sigh, letting him move forward to his dad."What the hell are you still doing here?" James hisses when he stands in front of Gabriel and Gabriel’s face falls. "James, I—"He doesn’t let him speak before scowling. "Come with me."James is the first to turn and head for the door. Gabriel sighs and looks at Mom, who instantly looks away. At her dismissal, he meets my eyes and throws me a small smile before following James. Once they’re both out the door, I turn to mom and cock my head. "Hey
ELIZABETH. I swallow through the tightness of my throat when I see Jared standing in front of me, with Gabriel nowhere in sight. How’s Jared here and where did Gabriel go? What the hell happened?When I look back at James, his jaw is clenched, and I quickly grab his hand. "Hey. I don’t know why he’s here, but I’ll make him leave, okay?" He doesn’t answer. His eyes remain on Jared and I can feel the waves of anger emitting off him. Jesus, this is truly not the right time for him to be further pissed. I grasp his face and force his gaze on me. "I’m sorry. I don’t know how he’s here, but I’ll get rid of him. Yeah? Yeah, babe?"He only nods after a while and I smile. I press a kiss to the corner of his mouth before letting go of him so I can move to Jared. I glower when I reach him. "What are you doing here?"He grins. "Well, hello to you too, tiny. I didn’t know that’s the new way of greeting a familiar face.""I’m serious, Jared. And stop calling me that."He frowns and slips his hands
ELIZABETH.—TWO MONTHS LATER.Miley is saying something about organizing a party for my birthday, but I’m not paying attention as my gaze runs along the words on my screen, my left palm pressed to my cheek. As if she’s right here with me and knows I’m not listening, her voice booms through the speaker, "Elizabeth? You’re not listening to me, are you?"I gaze at the phone on the desk, and the screen reads for fifteen minutes. I think I stopped paying attention around five minutes, but I still lie and say, "Of course I am.""What were my last words?""You were saying…" I trail off and there’s silence on her side. "… something about Darcy and a party.""Elizabeth!" I can imagine the frown on her face as she calls my name and I chuckle, finally grabbing the phone as I lean back in my chair. "Sorry, I’m just busy with work. I really don’t want a party, Mile.""Are you leaving for James?"I purse my lips, a small wave of sadness hitting me and my voice is small when I answer, "No. He’s busy,
ELIZABETH.—FOUR YEARS LATER.I’m nervous.My harsh breathing fills the tiny space of the car and I rub my palms together before I look out the window with my heart racing in my chest.Everything goes past me in a blur. Houses, shops and restaurants. And the closer the car gets me to him, the faster my heart pounds; so loud that I can no longer hear the words the driver is uttering to me.I don’t know why I’m this nervous.Actually, I do. I haven’t seen him in almost a year. It shouldn’t be any big deal since we speak occasionally over the phone; video calls, voice calls, texts. We tried to remain close in every way possible and although I had tried hard to convince myself those were more than enough; I knew they couldn’t compare to seeing him with my naked eyes. Like I’m about to do very soon.I’ve been counting down the days until I’ll stand before James and now that it’s come, I can’t help the nervousness that spikes through me. Along with a tiny fear. I don’t want it to be there, b
Hello loves,First, I’d love to thank you all for being so patient with me on this book. Despite the long gap between the updates and my disappearance, you still waited patiently for James and Elizabeth’s story and no words can describe how thankful I am to have you all. I won’t lie; I wasn’t so sure I’d be able to find the excitement I felt when I first started this book again because I was away from the characters for so long. But I did. I found the spark I had from the beginning and I enjoyed the time I spent writing this book. Thank you all so much for pushing me and forcing me out—though some comments were harsh, I still appreciate them all haha.Now to my updating schedule.It’s been a mess, hasn’t it? I know there’s been too much gap between my updates and you might not believe me when I say this, but I hate missing frequent/daily updates just as much as y’all do. It makes me less disciplined and incompetent when I don’t write as much as I plan to and I especially hate disappoin
ELIZABETH.~A MONTH LATER.We stayed in San Francisco for a week and only left after Lily’s discharge. When we got back to Los Angeles, I could still tell everything that happened back there took a toll on James. Although he tried to hide it, tried to smile more; it was evident everything he learned from his parents had taken something from him and I was scared for a long time he’d never get that back.But he did… or at least he’s trying.His eyes are no longer as dull as they seemed when we first arrived, and I can see the spark in them. Each of the smiles he throws at me now is genuine and he spends less time trying to hide the pain he feels. He’s being himself again—he’s being my James, and he’s back to me.I haven’t felt as at ease as I did six nights ago when he woke me up in the middle of the night and just laid his head on my chest as he cried in my arms. He poured out his pain to me one last time and since then, he can speak about his mom without looking like it’s the last thin
ELIZABETH.James' brows crease at Gabriel’s words, and I squeeze my hand in his as my heart pounds in my chest."What? What are you talking about?" James asks and Gabriel shakes his head, a sad look in his eyes. "I’m sorry, son. She left.""What do you mean, she left?" James' voice raises higher and Gabriel swallows, "I was just—she was here when I arrived. She was asleep, and I just went to the reception to settle the bills and make some inquiries, but when I got back; she was gone. And your sister was crying. She said Zara left and said to not look for her."I feel my heart breaks in my chest for both of them and James' grip on my hand gets increasingly tighter till it starts to hurt but I don’t pull away. He remains silent and just stares at the man before us—who looks just as shaken by the revelation."I’m so sorry, I didn’t—""No." James voices out now and his tight grip starts to loosen. I hear him exhale before he says, "It’s good she left, and like you said; she doesn’t want t
JAMES."I thought you left," Elizabeth sighs in my arms, her grip around me growing tighter and I smile as I finally drop a hand on her back, pressing her closer to me. "And where would I go, love?"She pulls back by a bit so she can look into my eyes and her lips push out as she speaks. "I don’t know. I just thought—""Thought I’d run from you?" I finish for her and when she doesn’t respond, I lean down to take her lips. It’s meant to be just a soft reassuring peck, but Elizabeth moves her hands to my neck, deepening the kiss as her fingers play with the hair at the back of my head and I move a hand to her cheek, tilting her head back so I can plunge my tongue inside her mouth.She cups my neck with a palm, her fingers digging into the skin as she moans into the kiss and I move my free hand to the small of her back; I rest it on her ass as my tongue clashes against hers, heat spreading across my skin at the taste and feel of her.When I feel my pants tightening at the front, I start t
ELIZABETH.He doesn’t stop sobbing as he clings onto me as though he’s afraid he’d drift away if he doesn’t and with each loud cry that leaves his mouth, a piece of my heart breaks for him.I can feel the anguishing pain with each sound that leaves him, and his body shakes in my embrace. I let out a soft exhale as tears roll down my cheeks while I continue to slide a hand down his back, whispering soft promises I’ll do anything to keep. "You’ll be fine, baby. You’re alright. I’m here. I’m here with you."We stay in the position for what feels like long and after a while, his sobs quiet down, but he doesn’t move away from me, his breath hot on my neck and I swallow through the tightness of my throat. "I’m always here with you."The sound of our breathing echoes through the corners of the room and James starts to pull back. He removes his arms from around me but I keep the one hand on the back of his neck as I lift my gaze to stare at him. His eyes are red as he holds my gaze, and I giv
ELIZABETH.I run after him with my heart breaking for him, but he’s just too fast. He dashes through corners quickly before I can even catch up to him, but I don’t stop chasing after him, either.I know this must be too much for him, but I just want to be there for him. I want him to know someone hurts for him. But he doesn’t wait for me to do either of those things.When I rush out the entrance door and stop only a few steps away with my heart pounding in my chest and my eyes scanning the corners, I don’t see him.I don’t see James.The car is here, but he isn’t. He left. He ran without me.I push a hand through my hair before taking out my phone from the back pocket of the pants I have on—his pants. My pulse is racing as I press the phone to my ear after dialing his number, and it rings. It rings and my purse vibrates, reminding me that he left his phone with me on our way here.God, James. Please. Please, just be alright. Don’t do anything stupid and be fucking alright.Please.Drea
JAMES.Everything else shatters around me as I stare at her with disbelief coursing through my veins, wanting more than anything for her to take back those words—to tell me this is some kind of sick joke.She doesn’t.Instead, her tears fall even more as she proceeds to say, "I’m so sorry, Gabriel. I didn’t mean to—" a sob breaks out, and she shuts her eyes tightly. When she opens them again, they’re so red that it’s hard to act like she doesn’t know what she’s speaking about. She does. Oh God, she does."What are you saying, Zara?" Dad’s quiet voice comes, no doubt he’s as frightened as I am. "James is my son. He’s always been. He’s been from his birth, so why are you—""He isn’t." She insists, and I gulp down the bitterness that’s quickly rising in my throat. My hand shakes in hers and I quickly let go, fisting my hands in the fabric of my pants to try to stop the trembling. "I cheated. Years back. I was married to you, but I was in love with someone else.""Zara…""I’m sorry. I kno