JAMESI knew I was being a complete douche bag to Destiny, but I was pissed as hell. My father adding that final bit into the contract that drove me over the edge. I was done with him and Granddad trying to control me. Who the hell did they think they were anyway?And Destiny. Calling me out on my shit, she said. Yeah, I didn’t like it. She caught me out. I had a quickie in the bathroom at work with the hot new secretary of one of the associates. Mostly because I was angry at my father for basically tying me to Destiny. One little slipup and I would be out on my ass.Fine. I knew it wasn’t Destiny’s fault, I brought her into this mess. But did she have to be so…so frustratingly hot. I had a hard time keeping away from her and after seeing her naked… That image will be forever branded in my brain. I just went back to the spar to tease her; I didn’t expect her to jump out of her skin like that. Although, I’m not complaining. God, she’s gorgeous.“…and the wedding planner will contact yo
DESTINYThe week flew by way to fast, and my nerves were getting the better of me. James and I hardly saw each other, he was up early and didn’t wake me to go jogging with him. I must say I wasn’t too disappointed about it because I didn’t like running. It seemed he was avoiding me though ever since that kiss outside the restaurant.I touched my lips, looking at myself in the mirror, remembering what it felt like when he kissed me. It wasn’t a pretend kiss it felt too good. But I can’t allow myself to feel this way, he would never fall for me. I was just crushing on him because he was the first man I’ve ever allowed to come this close to me. Stupid hormones.Three years. How was I going to keep us this charade?“Destiny Johnson you are a stupid messed up girl! What were you thinking?” I told the girl in the mirror. I should never have agreed to this. But it was too late to back out now.Mrs. Donahue knocked on my bedroom door. “Dearie, the caterers are here. Are you coming down to sho
Moving to the beat of ‘Shake it off’ Ronan and I danced like nobody else were watching. He was a good dancer for someone so large. I laughed out loud as he twirled me around only to catch me by the waist pulling me back up close to him. My eyes found James and the scowl he sent my way gave me a feeling of spiteful pleasure. I held onto Ronan’s biceps.“My goodness, you’re very strong.” I said, batting my eyes at him.“All-natural babe,” he winked at me.James broke in. “May I borrow my girl for a minute.” It wasn’t a request the way he said it. The smile didn’t reach his eyes.“I’m holding you to your promise.” I said before James whisked me away.“What are you doing Destiny?” he pushed me into the scullery.“I’ve no idea what you mean James. I’m only trying to get to know your mates.” His grip on my arm started to hurt and I wriggled to get out of it.He pushed me against the wall. “You be careful Sugar. You don’t know Ronan like I do.” The look on his face scared me. This was a new
JAMESWhat the hell was wrong with me? When I saw Ronan touching Destiny I wanted to knock his head off. Of course I was just looking out for her because I knew what a player Ronan was, and I didn’t want to see her get hurt. Nothing more than that.“Sorry mate I overreacted.” I held my hand out for a shake.Ronan sniggered and shook my hand. “You’re smitten. Understandable.”Smitten? Not me. She was gorgeous and I felt the attraction, but smitten? No sir. She was too young and innocent.“Hey, go and enjoy the party. We’ll be right down.” I wanted to check on Destiny.“Sure…” Ronan said and winked at me. I knew what he was thinking which was fine by me. Let them believe that I went after her for a quickie. We were engaged after all. I smirked back at him and knocked on her bedroom door.“Go away James,” she called out.No way Sugar. I went in. This was my house after all.Destiny had changed into a T-shirt and shorts. I loved looking at her legs. Her hair was still wet, and the droplet
DESTINYA week later Kaitlyn came to pick me up. She made an appointment at an exclusive wedding boutique for me. Our wedding planner waited for us. The time had come to pick a dress. I was a bundle of nerves; my hands were all sweaty and gross. I kept telling myself that it was just a dress it didn’t mean anything seeing as this wasn’t a real wedding. But it felt as real as can be.We were welcomed by the store manager herself, a lady with large glasses resting on her chest and nails like talons, long and painted red with a ring on every finger except her thumbs which I found fascinating. Kaitlyn introduced me to the wedding planner, a Miss Tasha Vandervalk.“Stunning. You’ll make a lovely bride. Just lovely.” The manager clasped her hands together, inspecting me all over. “I believe we have just the right dress for you, my angel.” Her smile revealed big horsey teeth which seemed too big for her mouth.“Yes, there are some exclusive labels here that I think will suffice.” The wedding
The day of our official engagement party came way too fast. My nerves were on edge, forming knots in my stomach as James stopped in front of one of the fancy hotels owned by the Barrington group.“Hey,” James took my hand in his, “It won’t be so bad. Just smile and look gorgeous. You do, by the way.” He smiled his sexy, dimpled smile which made my knees feel like jelly.“I don’t know about this.” I pulled back, hesitating to go through the revolving doors.A slight frown marred the space between his eyes. “Are you getting cold feet on me now, Sugar? You look like you could bolt.”I wished I could. I smoothed down my Christian Dior scallop dress. It was white and showed off my curves. The heels were killing me, and the night hadn’t even started. I didn’t fancy white that much, but James said it suited me. Virginal white. He was never going to let that go. James was dressed in his usual black pants, no jacket and his black dress shirt rolled up at the sleeves. No matter what he wore he
“What the hell, James?” I whispered through clenched teeth while trying to smile at the faces watching us. “Who is she?”“My past, come back to haunt me.” James said, staring at the woman across the table.“I’m Jenna, by the way, James’ ex-fiancée.” She held out a delicate right hand to me and I had no choice but to gently touch her perfectly manicured fingers to mine.“Destiny.” I tried to smile.Grandfather Barrington sipped his wine innocently, but I caught a glint in those blue eyes of his, and it made me wary. He was up to something, and it spelled trouble.“Jenna, I’m surprised to see you here.” Lord Barrington said, casting cold glances at his father. The waiters began bringing in the first course, the starter, and the string quartet played a soft, haunting melody.Jenna had the most gorgeous grey eyes; they reminded me of a cat I once had when growing up.“Yes, I must say I hesitated to come at first, but Grandfather insisted.” She smiled at the old man who looked as if butter
Why the hell did I start to cry? Maybe it was because Ronan’s face was so sympathetic and he talked to me so softly, unlike his usual booming tone. The next thing I knew I was in his embrace, and he stroked my back to comfort me. It didn’t feel the same as when James held me, but it felt good. He was so solid.“I’m sorry, so sorry. I didn’t mean to bawl like this. It’s just…” I tried to pull away from him, but he wasn’t letting me go.“Shh, it’s okay. It’s been too much. You can cry on my shoulder any time, honey.” Ronan petted my head. He was so tall I couldn't reach his shoulder even if I stood on my tiptoes. That made me smile.“I would need a ladder,” I said and chuckled. He handed me a serviette to wipe my nose.“See, now that’s better. You have a stunning smile.”“Destiny?” James came rushing up to us. “What the fuck?” he scowled at Ronan who had his arm around my waist. “Why are you crying, Sugar?” he pulled me away from Ronan.“You should know, daft fucker.” Ronan spat at him.
DESTINY"I have something for you," James smirked, his blue eyes twinkling mischievously as he held his hands behind his back. The scent of his cologne, a subtle blend of musk and sandalwood, filled the air around us."What is it?" I asked, my curiosity piqued as I leaned in closer, my heart fluttering in anticipation."The traditional gift for a one-year anniversary is paper, isn't it?" he replied, a playful glint in his eyes.“I didn’t figure you for a traditional type of bloke, Mr. Barrington,” I teased affectionately.Victor watched us from his cot, his bright blue eyes sparkling with interest. He chewed happily on his tiny fist and gurgled contentedly.I hadn't gotten him a card, as was the tradition. Instead, Cassidy had helped me choose a digital photo book, its sleek design fitting perfectly in my hands. Our precious memories filled the pages - from our engagement and wedding photos to Victor's first photo shoot. The glossy photographs captured our love and happiness, a tangibl
JAMESThe Christmas holidays felt never-ending, dragging on with a sense of timelessness. Instead of having a relaxing time with only the two of us, our home had become a bustling hive of activity.The sound of laughter and chatter filled the air as Lorraine, Cassidy, and Jenny barged into the house, their arms laden with packages filled to the brim with baby goods. My mates, Chris, Steven, and Joel, followed closely behind. The only one missing was Ronan, and his absence weighed heavily on me. I missed my best friend, but I hadn't yet found it in my heart to forgive him, despite Destiny's constant urging.“Surprise! You didn't think we'd forget to give you a proper baby shower, did you?" Lorraine exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement and warmth.Destiny embraced them all, her face glowing with joy. "You guys! This is unexpected," she exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine surprise.I couldn't agree more with Destiny. The sight of her happiness warmed my heart. She needed this
DESTINYIt has been going great with us. Everything seemed to be working out just fine. James was back at work and the company’s reputation restored to its former good standing, like a phoenix rising from the ashes.James described how the air was filled with excitement as business boomed and new opportunities bloomed. Now that the guilty parties have been brought to justice, their shadows dissipating like smoke, and Lord Barrington's name cleared of all charges, the relationship between father and son has blossomed. It felt like a weight had been lifted, and I couldn't help but feel eternally grateful for this newfound harmony.Days flowed into each other and before we knew it, it was the Christmas holidays. We were expected to go to the Barrington mansion on Christmas Day.My parents have moved to Wales, where Daddy found a well-paying job in the mines. Hopefully, Aurora would focus her energy on raising Arthur and being a faithful wife to Daddy, their home now a sanctuary of love a
JAMESI woke up in a vast field of vibrant wildflowers, their delicate petals brushing against my skin as a gentle breeze whispered through the air. Initially, confusion washed over me, for I was certain I should have been somewhere else. Yet, lying there among the blossoms, gazing up at the expanse of the cerulean sky, a sense of pure bliss enveloped me. I wanted to stay there forever. It felt like heaven.Suddenly, a familiar voice called out my name, breaking the tranquility of the moment. "Mother?" I sprang up, searching the surroundings with bewilderment. It had to be a dream, it couldn't be real. But then, there she was, appearing exactly as I remembered her.Overwhelmed with joy, I tried to run towards her, but my movements felt as if I were tramping through heavy sand. The harder I tried, the more I struggled against an invisible force. "James," she called out, her voice filled with concern. "Stop. You must go back.""No, Mother, I don't want to go back. I want to be with you,
At Lord Barrington's insistence, I agreed to accompany him to a hotel just a block away from the hospital. As the owner, he had the manager prepare the grand presidential suite for our stay.Stepping into the suite, I couldn’t help but be impressed by the grandeur. They spared no expense, from the crystal chandelier in the center of the living room to the oriental rugs adorning the floor. Three luxurious bedrooms, each with its own ensuite bathroom, left me in awe. Without Lord Barrington by my side, I would have felt utterly out of place in the opulent suite.Lord Barrington said kindly, “At least now you can take a warm shower and have a good night’s rest.”He left me in the bedroom I chose at random, thinking how strange it was spending the night with my father-in-law alone in a hotel. The gossip tabloids would definitely have a lot to speculate about if they got wind of it. I chuckled mirthlessly to myself. What a ridiculous thing to be worried about under the circumstances. My bl
Was I dreaming? The world around me felt surreal, like a hazy fog had descended upon reality. The air was thick with a mix of anticipation and dread. Just a few hours ago, we were filled with joy, discussing baby names and envisioning the perfect nursery. The nightmare of Jenna's death seemed like it was finally coming to conclusion, and we could move on from all of it. Everything was supposed to be fine. But then, in a split second, it all came crashing down.Curious onlookers buzzed about, their whispers and murmurs blending in a cacophony of noise. Security officers stood tall, forming a barrier between the crowd and the chaotic scene unfolding before them. Tears streamed down my face uncontrollably, blending with the sticky warmth that seeped through my trembling fingers as I clung desperately to James."James, don't leave me," I pleaded through sobs, my voice choked with anguish. I gently caressed his deathly pale face, hoping beyond hope that my touch could somehow anchor him to
DESTINYIt was late evening when we made our way back home. The violet sky overcast with gray clouds hanging low signaled the promise of snow. Winter has finally arrived.Lord Barrington seemed reluctant to let us leave, finding many excuses to keep us there. The aroma of a delicious lunch drifted through the air, enticing us to stay. As the hours passed, lunch turned into dinner, filling the grand dining room with the clinking of cutlery and the soft murmur of conversation. Afterwards, the staff brought us steaming cups of tea, accompanied by the sweet aroma of freshly baked biscuits. I couldn’t resist. It was as if Lord Barrington didn't want to be left alone in that massive, eerie mansion. And honestly, I couldn't blame him. The place felt haunted, even if I didn't believe in such things.At least there was some semblance of harmony between James and his father. They engaged in polite conversation, discussing minor matters instead of arguing. It was a significant improvement, and
JAMESHaving heard nothing from my father, we drove to the hospital, anyway. Destiny insisted we stop at a fast-food restaurant on the way to get my dad something to eat. The aroma of sizzling burgers and salty fries wafted through the air, mingling with the scent of freshly brewed coffee.“I don’t care if it’s not healthy, James. He needs comfort food. Just this once.” She was determined to get him what she considered being comfort food. I just shook my head. I’ve never seen my dad eat a hamburger and fries. Ever. But there was no arguing with a pregnant woman. The lack of peanut butter or strawberry ice cream in the house had already agitated her. I had to promise her solemnly to get it for her.We found him in the waiting room where we left him. He looked as if he hadn’t slept at all, his tired eyes reflecting the fluorescent lights overhead. The uncomfortable chairs creaked as we sat down next to him. Outside the waiting area, the hospital staff carried on with their task. The low
DESTINYI listened to what Lord Barrington said. He was convinced that his actions caused his father's stroke.“Grandfather always had a bad temper.” James remarked. He had regained his composure after his emotional outburst. I thought it was endearing to see him so vulnerable. He hardly ever showed that side of him.“I know, but I just couldn’t keep quiet any longer. Not after what he confessed to.” Lord Barrington rubbed his temples as if he had a headache.Looking closely at Lord Barrington, I noticed a red welt on one side of his face. “What happened to your face?” I blurted out.He subconsciously stroked over the red mark. “He struck me with his walking stick,” he said, grimacing. “Right before he fell.”Curiosity piqued, I asked, “What did you argue about?”He let out a deep sigh. “It doesn’t matter now.”“Really?” James raised an eyebrow at his father, his voice filled with skepticism. “Was it about the inheritance?”“Among other things. You should go home. I can see Destiny is