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JAMES. Elizabeth’s eyes are wide as she stares at me but I can tell I’m not hurting her because she makes no move to remove my hand from her chin and my patience starts to wear thin as she just gapes at me, so close but refuses to give me what I want. My other hand moves to her waist and a groan leaves her lips when I force my hips against hers. Something dark flashes in those pretty hazel eyes, but it’s gone before I can tell what and my mouth is opening again. "Tell me, Elizabeth." My voice isn’t harsh like the first few times. It’s now small and soft, even pathetic to my ears. I should be ashamed about how often I’m pathetic before her, but I’m long past that level with Elizabeth. She’s broken me. Completely. And we’re both just here, staring at my pieces, and there’s nothing else to hide from her. She sees everything. She knows everything. "James." She doesn’t call my name like she wants to drive a knife through my chest like the last time she did. And her eyes aren’t so angry.
ELIZABETH. I try to hurry to my feet as James drags up his pants, but I’m not quick enough and the door opens. Miley walks in with a groan as she shuts the door behind her and I just freeze, my lips parted. "Elizabeth?" she calls again, her eyes landing on me before they shift to James. She just stands there, staring between the two of us, and I scurry off the floor, aimlessly pulling at the end of my shirt. "Hey. You’re back." I chuckle nervously with heated cheeks as I try not to look at the boy next to me. Miley gasps, her eyes on James. "It was you!" She accuses as she starts to move closer. "You were the one… I saw you. That day, you were here asking of her." She glances at me and back at him. "You were…" She suddenly stops and pushes her head back as she looks between us. "Wait, were you two…?" I clear my throat and look away, but I hear James laugh. "Jesus! You mean I walked in on you two?" "James was just leaving!" I interrupt her, saving us from the embarrassment James ap
Hello loves,I wasn’t going to write this note until I’m ready to start uploading chapters but after going through the comments/reviews and seeing how much y’all have been waiting, I think it’s just better to post this. First, I’d like to apologize for the very very long disappearance. I know I shouldn’t have left without leaving a note, but I didn’t think it’d take me this long to come back. Some of you might not know this but my old readers should know I’m still a student. School got me busy and I had very little time for writing or even social media. But now I’m back. I already completed Crave if anyone is also waiting for that, and some of you might have not seen the note there, but I’ll complete my stepbrother this June. I’m already rereading the chapters to get familiar with the plot again and it’s been written. Once I have enough chapters that won’t leave you hanging in between (which is very soon. In a few more days I think.) I’ll start uploading them. Thank you so much for
ELIZABETH.Green sparkling eyes meet mine, excitement mixed with relief shining in them as his mouth curves into a big smile. He moves forward. "Elizabeth.""Louis?" I call with lifted brows, "What are you doing here?""I—" he reaches a hand forward and when I shift away before he can touch me, his smile drops a little before he lowers his hand. "I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. I’m just excited to see you.""It’s alright. That was just out of instinct." I assure him, and he nods, slipping his hands into his pockets as he assesses me. "You look well.""How did you find me?" I ask, and Louis smiles again. Please tell me he didn’t apply here too. Thankfully, Louis’s next words ease my doubt. "I didn’t find you, technically." He starts, pauses to erase the distance between us by an inch before continuing. "A friend of mine goes here, and he invited me to check out his campus. I saw you from afar and thought it had to be you, and here we are.""Here we are," I repeat and there’s a brief moment
ELIZABETH."Are you okay?""Elizabeth!" I flinch back, blinking at my reflection before meeting Miley’s eyes in the mirror. She’s sitting on her bed with a lollipop in one hand and her phone in the other. She cocks her head, "You good?""Yeah." I sigh. "Why do you ask?"“Because you’ve been sitting in front of that mirror for minutes now, just staring at yourself and lost in your thoughts." She chuckles, pushing against her headboard, and I give her a small smile. "Sorry. Just got some stuff—""You have a date?" She asks, lifting an eyebrow. When I nod, she pushes forward, amusement lining her words. "With who?" Right. With whom?My phone beeps in front of me, momentarily taking my attention off Miley and I grab it. It’s a text from Jared.JARED: Pick you up in five?I bite my lip as I stare at the text, my fingers hovering over the screen as I try to think of the best response to give him. This would be easy if I didn’t have someone else—It beeps again, and it isn’t from Jared this
ELIZABETH.Our eyes meet and James looks to my side before wrapping a hand around the red-haired next to him, pulling her flush against him. I swallow the lump in my throat as I watch him walk away without holding my gaze for another second."Elizabeth." Jared snaps me out of it before I can do something stupid like turn and try to catch his gaze again."Hmm?""I asked if you want a drink.""Yeah, sure," I respond and he rises from his seat to go get us drinks. I drop my hands on my lap, my fingers digging into my palms as I try to remain still and not think about the fact that James is right in the room with me. With a girl I do not recognize. What the fuck is he doing? Did he come here to shove that in my face? Is this how he retaliates for choosing Jared over him? Since when does he do that and who even is that girl? Where did he find her? How long has he known her? Was he just waiting for me to push him away so he could get with her and flaunt her in my face?"He likes you." Someon
JAMES.Elizabeth had the fucking audacity to choose that guy over me. I stood there, pleading silently for her not to do that to me, but she did.And as much as it hurt, it still wasn’t enough for me to give up. If she thought going on a date with another guy instead of me would make me back off, then she had it wrong. I was going to make sure I ruin that fucking date of hers.Which is why I found a girl I didn’t even know her name. I saw her around campus once and she looked eager to spend time with me, making things easier for me. I just needed to get a rise out of Elizabeth. She denied it with everything, but I knew she still felt something.She saw me with the girl. She couldn’t keep her eyes off and I know I got to her. Then she had the fucking nerve to get on the damn floor with that bastard.He was touching her. His hand was on her freaking waist, and she had her hands on his shoulders. He was touching what’s fucking mine. I couldn’t stand another second watching them, but what
ELIZABETH."James," I whisper in an almost breathless voice as he trails soft kisses down my neck, his lips feathery against the skin. I let out a satisfied sigh and shut my eyes when his hand comes around my waist, shoving me back to him. "You taste so fucking good." James groans against my neck as his grip on my waist tightens and, unable to control myself, I move one hand to the back and hold down his neck.He’s too good at this. I almost forget how fucking good he is and how easy it is for him to have me wrapped around his fingers in literally seconds. I’m too lost in the small kisses James leaves on my skin and the hand gripping my waist possessively, all previous thoughts I had dissolved in the air."James. I want… I want—" I gasp when his hand disappears inside my skirt and he rubs through the soft fabric of my panties, having me wet in no time. He pushes his head back and I open my eyes to meet his in the mirror. "What do you want, love?" He whispers as he grinds his front to m
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