James It was impossible to get my head straight whenever I was close to Amara. The outburst had been unprecedented, it especially startled me how much reaction she could get out of me. Usually, I was cool-headed and didn’t give a fuck about anything.I’d anticipated that she’d take to her heels the moment I uttered those words. But she remained still, her arms around me, and her eyes looking at me like I was a piece of meat she’d like to devour.That meant she thought of me as much as I thought of her, the attraction wasn’t solely one-sided. I drew closer, and her lips were right there in front of me begging me for a kiss. It was hard to resist when she was this close, her eyes fluttering shut like she had imagined this moment many times before like I have.Imagine being stranded in a desert and poisoned water was right in front of you. First, you’d quench your thirst before thinking about how to deal with the consequences of that poison. That’s how it felt at this moment.“Amara…” w
AmaraBlame it on the wine, or the irresistible look that danced in Mckenna’s eyes—but I needed to have him now. My body craved his touch, and the alcohol had intensified it to the point where it felt unbearable. Like my entire body would combust if he didn’t kiss me. Considering the type of man Mckenna was, I didn’t think him to be a gentle lover. But when his lips touched mine, the pressure was so soft, that I knew I had gotten it all wrong.His hand tightened around my waist, pressing me into him until there was no space between us. He kissed me gently like he was afraid that I would break. I wanted more. I grabbed his hair, my hips grinding against his. I could feel the pressure building in between my things, the need for a release clawing at the remaining restraint that I had.I opened my mouth, granting him total access to me. Our tongues danced together, each stroke a testament to the lust we felt. I tugged his hair, I needed him closer even though we were pressed into each oth
Chapter 20MckennaI spent all night tossing and turning in my bed. It didn’t help that Amara’s scent lingered on the sheets hours after she left. It hadn’t taken long for the regret to seep through the corners of my mind. The hurt from my words had been there in her expression for me to say I shouldn’t have taken her out to drink wine in the gazebo, that was where everything had come tumbling down.She had looked so fucking irresistible, and the alcohol had broken down our defenses. I would’ve stopped if she hadn’t been so willing to give herself completely to me. And I’d been a greedy bastard who would have devoured her without any second thoughts.Truly, she deserved better than I could give her. I contemplated going over to her room to apologize for all the things I said, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it.When I finally gathered the courage to get up, it was already dawn and I could hear her moving around in the kitchen. She must’ve gone to bed without eating, no one would h
JamesAll I could think about during my flight to Chicago was Amara’s face after she told me to stay back because she’d feel lonely alone in the house. I’d walked away still because my company had to come first.This was the primary reason I never got involved in serious relationships. Because when the time comes for me to choose between love and my company, my answer would always be my company which would be unfair to my partner.That was why I decided to be alone. I couldn’t prioritize a fleeting feeling over a company I’d built with my sweat and hard work. It was this business that helped me pull me and my brother from a pretty bad place.I didn’t always have this money, I wasn’t born with a silver spoon. So I worked really hard to make sure I didn’t lose it all because that would mean going back to a place I’d fought tooth and nail to leave. But when Amara had stopped me at the door, looking at me like she couldn’t bear to watch me go. I’d wanted to throw it all away and remain i
CHAPTER 22James I touched down on New York within a few minutes and wasted no time finding my way to my house. Amara was waiting for me and I needed to get to her.I was still driving back to the house when Cayden’s call came in. I put it on speaker. “Everything good over there?” I still had the commotion at the back of my mind and I'd return to it once I get to my girl.“I’m done with developing the proposal, I just sent a copy to your email. We’re all good for the weekend. And I must admit man, you’re a fcuking genius! How did you even come up with it? I fear it has more potential than the original.”“What can I say? It's the business man in me, I always have to think and act ahead otherwise, I would lead a good company. And you have been a good COO but, I’ll stop bothering you if you want, we can just dust our CVs and find jobs somewhere else.”“You always know how to crack a joke, James,” I imagined as he rolled his eyes. “Why are you on your way back? Adeline mentioned anothe
James Amara didn’t come out of her till the next morning. I’d gone to her door to knock so many times but always chickened out. I needed to give her time on her own to think about my request.The only friend I had was Cayden, which was mostly because of my busy schedule and my trust issues. There was also the fact that I found most people intolerable. My eyes were heavy when I came out of the room, I hadn’t expected to see Amara out of her room so I was startled when I saw her arranging the table with pastries and tea.“Good morning,” she greeted. Unusually and surprisingly cheerful . “I ordered croissants and cakes, I made tea too.” She pulled a chair out for me. I raised a brow, I could feel the smile that bloomed on my face as I took a seat “Does that mean we're friends now?”“Men and women can’t be ‘friends’ James.”“So you’re really afraid that you won’t be able to keep your hands off me,” I teased her, taking a sip of the tea. It was well brewed. “Don’t flatter yourself, Mck
AmaraI’d almost opened my big mouth and blurted out that I’d rather paint. It’s not like it was a big deal but I cared now what people thought of me. What James thought of me. And I'd rather keep him in the dark than watch him look at me like a waste of space when he learned that I loved to paint.It wasn’t that I was ashamed of my work, it was quite the opposite. I was proud of what I did so much that I couldn’t handle other people looking down at it. Venturing into the arts in a circle like mine was seen as a mere hobby to pass time with rather than a full time job. Where I came from, everyone was focused on businesses, and which ventures were the next big hit. It was all about making money and being high up in the status game. “What are you thinking so hard about?” James pulled me out of my thoughts, bringing me back to the present.Certainly a man like James saw art as only a medium to decorate his house with. He wouldn’t understand the depth and emotions that went into creatin
James I’d lie to myself if I said it didn’t feel good living with Amara. I’d be more truthful to myself when I agree that I was a tad disappointed when the constructors called to say that they were done fixing the house.That meant we had to move back in, and it made me wonder if we were going back to our previous arrangement where we barely saw each other. I got used to living in the small house with Amara. I could tell when she was awake and trying to walk around the house quietly so she wouldn’t wake me. She was very considerate of me and my feelings, it did feel weird but nice. The days had passed in a haze. I spent them mostly watching movies with her or messing around in the house. We never went beyond the point of making out, it felt like it would take whatever was going on between us to another level. I don’t think any of us were ready.After the conference today, I’ll move back to the main house with her and take some time off. The proposal and the launch were our two majo
AmaraIt was finally the time for the election results to be announced. The election ended an hour before.Everyone was tense, our little family gathered in the dim lit study that was crowded with campaign materials and posters.We’d done interviews, appeared in shows as a family. This time we weren’t reciting the words that my mother’s publicist had written down for us.Everything that was said, all the laughter that was shared, came from a place of warmth deep in our hearts. One of the show hosts had commented on how lifely we seemed, had called it an election miracle and we’d all laughed over it.My mum said we’d celebrate, whether she won Mayor or not. But I knew deep down that she wanted that seat, and without being biased I knew she was the right person for the job. I listened with all focus, at the edge of my seat as the announcement started. We all waited, a sword could’ve cut through the tension in the room with ease.And that hell broke loose when mum was declared the winner
AmaraI was pretty sure anyone within a mile from me could hear how hard my heart was beating against my chest. It’s been forever since I had James near me. The feel of his lips warm against my cold skin sent my senses into a frenzy.Even as I waved him goodbye and watched him pull out of the curb, I could still feel him on me. I stood there longer than I should have, rooted to the spot, because I couldn’t quieten down my own heart or get my feet to move.I heard the door open before Ife’s shrill voice followed. “What are you doing outside in the cold? I didn’t think you were going to come back.”That snapped me out of my reverie and I followed her inside. “Why did you think that?” I hung up my coat and sat down on the couch. I wasn’t quite ready to call it a night.“I thought you’d be too busy making up in his sheets.”The image flashed through my head. I put my palms over my eyes. “Ife!”“I saw the way you were looking at him Amara, like you want to tear his shirt off and mask him
JamesWe had our dinner in complete silence, each of us consumed by their own thoughts. I wish Amara would just tell me what was going through her mind so I would know how to fix the problem between us.I drank all of my wine, and so did she. I could tell she was warming up to me from the way her gaze lingered too long on me, or how her eyes drifted to my lips when she thought I wasn’t looking.“Thank you for having dinner with me,” I told her when we were done.“I only agreed because of my mother, I don’t want to ruin the new relationship I have with her.”I wanted to call her bluff. Amara wasn’t the type to do something just because others asked. I’ll let her get away with the excuse because it brought her closer to me.“You can drop me off at Ife’s house, I haven’t cleaned my apartment yet so I’ll be staying there longer than planned.”I helped her with her coat. “The night is still young, and there’s somewhere I’ve been dying to take you to.”Her eyes narrowed at me. “You’re not t
James“Alright.”For a complete ten seconds I stood there without registering her response. I’d been so sure she was going to turn down my suggestion that I found it hard to believe that I was hearing right. “You’re going to give me a chance to talk things over?”“I just said yes James, don’t make me change my mind.”It’s a good thing I’d kept the reservation I made in anticipation for tonight. Cayden and Henry had tried to talk me out of it, that she’d clearly rejected me many times and I needed to give up.But I’d held onto the hope that I had. That she would remember the good times we had and give me a chance. Looks like luck was on my side. I wish I could flip my middle finger in their faces.“I made a reservation at a restaurant, just the two of us. If that’s okay with you.” I needed to play my cards right so I don’t upset her and have her banging the door in my face again. “I’m already having dinner with my family, we can just talk in your car. I think—”“Oh, Amara.” My mother
AmaraIt was finally here; the day of my grand reveal. I was well within my rights to be nervous, everybody else would.I’d been worried that people would not show up for the exhibition, why would they for an artist they didn’t even know what she looked like. But boy, was I wrong? The gallery was fully packed save for the small makeshift stage that was situated at the far corner where my name was put up in a banner.Ife was with me, but the more she tried to calm my nerves, the more nervous I grew.My family was not here yet and it made me worried. What if mum changed her mind about supporting me and saw the exhibition as a waste of her time?It was unfair doubting her like this. But, when you’ve been burned many times in the past, it becomes hard not to grow weary that it could happen all over again.“What if she didn’t get the invite?” I asked Ife.“Who?”“My mum, they’re not here yet. Do you think she bailed?”“You need to have more faith in the people around you, Amara. I’m sure
AmaraSpending time with my family helped me get out of the mental dump I’d found myself in. It was nice to sit down in complete laughter, enjoying the laughter and the food the cook had put her magic touch in. I slept over and went back the next morning to Ife’s place, only to find her sitting through a couple letters.“Have a secret admirer?” I teased, hanging up my jacket.“As if. These are for you?”I looked over her shoulder at the pink flowered envelopes she was holding. “I can’t think of a single person on this damn planet that’ll be sending me letters.”“Well, I can. They’re from James, maybe it’s time you give him a listening ear. I’m beginning to feel bad for him.”“You can do whatever you want with the letters.” I walked straight to the door and shut it after me. I sat on the floor, head hung between my knees. Why was he making it so difficult to move on from him? It wasn’t that I couldn’t forgive him, I just wouldn’t be able to trust him again. Going back to him would be
AmaraIt’s been days and I still haven’t had the courage to leave Ife’s house for fear that I’d run into James. My defenses were beginning to wear down all the efforts he was putting to win me back. I was afraid that I’d finally give in to him.James Mckenna had the power to easily break my heart the second time, and I wasn’t going to let that happen. Which was why I was totally avoiding him. I made sure not to read any of the messages or emails he sent me. I just blocked him immediately and put my phone in Ife’s drawer where I’ll not be tempted to go through them. But, I was done wallowing in self pity, it was time to get up and move on with my life.Everything didn’t start and end with James. Although it hurt to admit that in my heart—it did.I stood up from the bed, showered and joined Ife where she was making breakfast in the kitchen.“Nice to see you up and about,” she said with a smile when I walked in.“I can’t be the sad heartbroken girl forever.”She raised a brow at me. “Wha
JamesI have never, through all my years of existence, considered myself an emotional man. I moved through everything with the philosophy that I could get whatever it is that I wanted by putting in the hardwork and doing my possible best in every situation.That was how I grew my company from nothing to a multi-million dollar company, opened many branches in the US, and was featured in Forbes. It had worked until now.I wanted to have Amara but all my efforts were going down the drain. I’d decided to give her some space to think everything through and come back to me, but that wasn’t the case and it drove me over the edge.The more she rejected me, the more my desire for her grew. It was hard to imagine a life without her, so I had to keep trying.My alarm went off and I knew it was time for the meeting with the branch managers, but I couldn’t get myself to move from where I sat.All that was on my mind was how to win Amara back, and have her stay at my side. It had hurt when she pus
AmaraI’ve been in the same spot on Ife’s bed since I made her room my hideout. The window blinds are drawn and the lights out. It’s all dark and depressing inside her room.I managed to turn Ife’s vibrant room to a messy little cave that I don’t ever want to leave. In here, I don’t have to worry about running into James again, or having to face my mother and talk about what she had done.Thank God I’d gotten my hair braided before this, it would’ve been a tangled mess on my hair right now.The music player on her bookshelf kept playing the heartbreak playlist I’d found on spotify. There was something about being sad and listening to sad songs that was very comforting. It made me feel seen and understood in this madness. I never want to get up from here. I was going to lie down here, cry my balls out and hope that someday I’ll become one with the bed. Hopefully, Ife would be very kind and not throw me out of her room.My phone buzzed on the bedside table and I picked it up. It was my