James's pov
Two weeks. Two fucking weeks. Two weeks since the heated kiss. Two weeks since I last saw my Dei, the glimpses of her didn't count and I wasn't even certain if it was her or her shadow. Might as well have been my illusions.
James’s POV
James's povThe white and black tuxedo —the jacket white, and the pants black— Jacob and I picked up for myself in regards to the wedding was what I had on. Mari has told me countless times there was no other option.
Deila's povThe whole wedding ritual was tiresome, as if that wasn't enough, I'd be standing bored to the core behind the girls that waited desperately to catch the bouquet. It was quite ironic as I was waiting there for absolutely nothing.When Mari told me it wasn't right if other girls waited for the bouquet and the chief bridesmaid lurked in a corner, I'
James's povTime stopped. I stood frozen in place wondering what in the hell had happened. Why did the garter come my way? I couldn't comprehend. To think that I wasn't even in the crowd of guys waiting behind Jacob for the garter. How the hell had it breezed it's ways to my face?
Deila's povThe ground suddenly became unsteady. Dance with him? After his hands on me had caused me havoc, still was, there was no way I was going to dance with me.I was going to give James an answer when Lari interrupted. "Uhm, Dei? Be polite and introduce us to this handsome gentleman in a greek god body here." She gave a teasing look that I was sure
Deila's povThe continuous tapping I felt on my back woke me up. I hated that it did, whoever was tapping me had been on a mission of waking me for over 10 minutes. I'd hope they would eventually get tired and leave but it seemed it was too much to hope.
Deila's povThe continuous tapping I felt on my back woke me up. I hated that it did, whoever was tapping me had been on a mission of waking me for over 10 minutes. I'd hope they would eventually get tired and leave but it seemed it was too much to hope.
Jame's pov.I'm outside. Are you ready? I texted her and immediately dropped my phone to rub my twitching palms on my sides as I had been doing since I got here. I was nervous as fuck. Not to be sexist, but I was kind of unsettled a woman made me this nervous, then again, this woman always undid me.
I sat at the table listening as the men and women talked business. Mum looked so bossy in her Gucci dark glasses and I didn't doubt for a second she married dad into the cartel.On the round mahogany table was James and his parents— who by the way were happier than ever as Mrs.Martins was responding to treatment stupendously, my parents— who had been ecstatic since they managed to convince us to take our place in the cartel, Dawn and Mr.Timothy.
James's POVGetting the Barbsons' to hear me out wasn't easy. Over the last month, not a day went by without me going over to try to explain what a Dei saw. I begged to see her. Begged for them to let me talk to her even for a minute. A second. But they wouldn't have it.I didn't even get past the gate. I didn't see as much as a shadow of Dei, but I later got
Deila's PovOne month.One month since I first stepped foot on my motherland. One month of me
Deila's PovThe tears just kept falling, I couldn't control them. They wouldn't stop.Stupid, stupid tears, I cussed myself angrily.
James's PovI got to the garage where they instructed me to wait. Looking around for any clue as to where they might be holding Zara, somehow I knew it wasn't here. Of course not, I concluded, they weren't stupid enough to leave us their actual location.I stood on my toes, searching for something, anything that told me I was at the right place.&
Deila's povThe corner I stood was the best place I could make myself invisible as I watched James's mum clung to his shirt even as she soaked them with tears. She'd pleaded and pleaded for him to not go, telling him to let the FBI handle it since it involved the cartel, but all fell to deaf ears.
James's povWe got into my parents living room, immediately met with anxious faces—My mum sitting with her face buried in her palms, Mrs and Mr. Barbson holding hands, Lari and Dawn holding hands, Sia staring lost into space and My dad was pacing all over in circles.
Deila's povThe things he was doing to me. Good Lord, I was crazed with lust. Convulsed with desire. Before now, I always thought earth-shattering orgasms only existed in books and other fictional works, but after experiences one I knew that wasn't the case. If anything, I was starting to think fictional orgasms were understatements.My climax erupted every ne
James's povI didn't know how to go about it. Where do I start telling her? How'd I break the news about our betrothal to her? How do I tell her we were put into shit before she was even born? Where do I start? Those were the questions in my head as I placed both thumbs on the lock print to open the door.As soon as my eyes landed on the chair, I slumped down,