JAMES“Goddammit!” I ran up after Destiny. “Don’t run from me, Destiny.” I lost my balance on the second step and banged my injured nose on the edge. “Aww fucking hell!” I’m going to look like I’d been in a fucking barfight tomorrow on my goddamn fake wedding day. My nose bled like a slaughtered animal. Feeling dizzy, I sat back down, putting my head back against the cold wall and pinched the bridge of my nose. It was definitely broken.“Destiny, I need your help, Sugar.” I breathed through my open mouth. No answer. I guess if I were on fire, she wouldn’t even piss on me to put it out.“Fuck off and die!” I heard her call out from behind the closed door.Yeah, I guess I deserved that. Ronan and his big fucking mouth. Oh, right, I’m the problem. I blabbed. I was feeling more lightheaded. No surprise there, I was still drunk and couple that with the blood loss. Well… I passed out.***“James, oh, God, James.” I heard a voice calling me. “Please don’t die. I’m sorry, so sorry. I didn’t m
DESTINYI couldn’t believe my eyes! There in the kitchen doorway was my father and Lord Barrington. The room spun and I fell into James’ arms.“Destiny!” I heard James’ voice from far away. He patted my face, and I shoved his hand away. They made me sit on a barstool in the kitchen. Mrs. Donahue shoved a glass of water against my lips.“Daddy?” I wasn’t dreaming, he was there. He was really there.“I saw your photo in the papers. Wouldn’t want to miss your wedding, my girl.” He looked older, unshaved and unkempt. Was that alcohol I smelled on his breath?“You never called.” Were the only words I managed to say. Then I bawled.“Destiny…” James went down on his knees next to me, taking my hands in his.“I’m so sorry, we didn’t mean to upset you, Destiny. Your father contacted me last night. I thought you would want him to be part of the wedding.” Lord Barrington said.Looking at them now I wondered if I still wanted it. He never called me, left me wondering all this time if he was still
You could hear a pin drop in the chapel. Every head in the pews turned around to stare at the woman who interrupted the wedding. I held onto James’ arm to steady myself. His eyes were blazing at Jenna.“That is a blatant lie!” he yelled at her. He looked at me. “No, Destiny, you have to believe me. It’s not possible.”My father came towards us the same time Lord Barrington sprang out of the pew and stormed at Jenna. He grabbed her slender arm.“What the hell are you doing, Jenna?” Lord Barrington hissed at her. “You know it can’t be James’.”“Really?” Jenna laughed derisively.“Can we just postpone the proceedings until we have this unfortunate business sorted out.” The minister held up his hand to calm everyone down. “Lord Barrington, please bring your procession to my office.”“James?” I wanted to cry but bit my lip hard.He squeezed my hand. “Don’t worry, we’ll sort it out.”Ms. Vandervalk, with a firm smile plastered to her face, ushered the guests out to the reception area while
JAMESTwo hours later and a hell of lot of explaining, I was a married man to a beautiful, albeit angry little Sugar Dumpling. Yeah, I know, I was a real bastard. But I couldn’t afford to let her slip through my fingers. If she wanted to believe that I loved her, I would bend over backwards to make her believe me. Truth was, I was fond of her. Did I love her? Who knows. Love sucks anyway.Father sent Jenna away with the limo. Where to I don’t give a fuck. She could go to hell as far as I’m concerned. I just hope the man doesn’t go through with his promise to marry that scheming bitch.“You’re awfully quiet.” Destiny said while I held her on the dance floor to a soft rock song.I stroked her back absentmindedly. “Just enjoying having you in my arms, Sugar.” I spoke next to her ear. “Looking forward to our honeymoon suite.”“You can have the couch.” she said, smiling sweetly up at me while cameras flashed in our direction.“C’mon, Sugar. You can’t be serious. It’s our wedding night.” I
DESTINY“I’m sorry, Sugar. I wanted it to be a surprise.”I gaped at James. “I… I thought you were busy at work.” I didn’t know what else to say. Alone with James in a romantic setting. How was I going to resist him?“I’ll never be too busy to spoil my gorgeous wife.” James winked at me, his lips curling into his wicked smile.“Oh, but…”Lord Barrington interrupted; “If you’re worried about your father, my dear, don’t be. I’ve arranged the garden cottage on the estate for Mr. Johnson to move into. We need a groundskeeper, and he has graciously accepted.”I met my father’s gaze, and he had a distant smile on his face. “You go enjoy yourself, my girl. I’ll be alright.”Will he? I didn’t know if I wanted him so close to the Barrington’s. The less they knew about my family, the better.James’ lips against my cheek brought my thoughts back to my predicament.“I’m going to spoil you for all men, Sugar. That’s a promise.” He nipped my earlobe playfully and there was nothing I could do about
JAMES“James! Oh… Oh, my God. James!” Destiny’s cries of passion turned into a shriek of terror as I emptied myself into her tight pussy.What the fuck?!“What’s wrong?” I panted and almost collapsed onto her. I was exhausted, my body was shaking from my release.“You didn’t wear a condom!” She pushed me with all her might, and I wondered how the hell she even had any strength left after what we just did.I rolled off her and watched her scramble off the bed, desperately looking for something to wipe herself with.“The bathroom’s through there, Sugar.” I lifted a weak hand towards the door.She turned to give me a scathing look from those dark green eyes that would make lesser men turn to stone. I should probably tell her she had nothing to worry about. No, let her stew a bit, I smirked to myself.I heard the shower turn on. Pity it was too small otherwise I would have loved to join her.Somehow, I fell asleep and was rudely awakened by a pillow colliding with my face.“Huh?”Opening
DESTINYThe island was breathtakingly beautiful, something I’ve only ever seen in movies and on the adverts on Telly. Palm trees waving in the breeze, white beaches as far as my eyes could see and the sweet, salty smell of the ocean. It was paradise. I carried my sandals in one hand while James held the other as we walked on the wet sand. Waves lapped at our feet. James had his jeans rolled up to his calves and he looked so different, carefree, like he was really happy.Suddenly he stopped to look out over the ocean. “Isn’t this perfect?” he said, “Don’t you wish we could live like this forever?”“You’ll get bored, James.” I gave my honest opinion. He was too much of a people’s person.He turned to me. “You really think so? Do you think I’ll get bored of you, Sugar?” He used that low tone that did nasty things to my insides.I couldn’t see his face because he had the moon on his back, outlining his silhouette in silver.“Maybe…” I said and turned away. To tell the truth, it bothered
“What did he mean by breaking me in?” I didn’t like the way they looked at me and certainly was not impressed that he thought I was like a horse to be broken in.The music and lights pulsed around us as we joined the couples on the dance floor.“Forget them. We’re here to enjoy ourselves.” The smile he gave me didn’t reach his stormy eyes. He swung me around folding his arms around my waist while swaying to the beat. He was a good dancer and I remembered how he danced with Jenna at our engagement party. I didn’t like the way my heart contracted at the thought of them together.But I couldn’t dwell on it for long because James spun me around again to face him, moving us over the floor in sync with the rhythm. Dancers made space for us, making a circle to watch us, clapping and cheering. I wasn’t used to so much attention, but James, being James, was used to it. Basked in it.The song ended and he whisked me away to the bar. I was out of breath and hot, fanning myself with my hands.“Yo