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.
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Deila's povWhen I heard him express himself freely at the restaurant, I felt awful. He had been mad so mad and I fretted as I had never seen him that way before. But then I couldn't blame him, thinking back to my choice of words, I knew didn't choose them well. Saying I didn't think it would hurt him the way it did was quite unreasonable of me.
James's povThe drive to the Barbson's was about fifteen minutes. I had texted Dawn to inform the security I was approaching so I could be allowed in at once, and I was.
Deila's povBy 6 pm the next day we were already at James's house. We had extra company as Nat's 'best mate'— as he had called him— tagged along with him. Alexander looked cool to me, so I appreciated the extra company.The girls were
James's povOn the third spin, the bottle stopped, pointing at me. Fear washed through me. From the few encounters I'd had with Lari, she seemed the vulgar type. I was almost certain her question would be sex-related. Little wonder I hate this game shit.
Deila's povWhen I got outside, Nat's car was already gone, ruining my intention of apologizing to him for the way James roughed him. Even though I could always do that, doing it immediately would've reduced the guilt I felt.I
James's pov"James!" I heard mum yell— she wasn't anywhere close.I was half asleep or trying to sleep, so I could only reply with a lazy groan.
James's povTuesday started, busier than normal for me as Mr.Barbson had insisted I go over the account history with Dawn before going to my original assignment. He told me how there was some shady thing going on down in the SAP— Senior Access Private— account room.On the fifth floor where the SAP account room was, I and Dawn nodded
Deila's povAfter the strange happenings at the office that night, I was anything but calm. James had gone to check the security footage the next day—the person tormenting me was a he, I was correct about that. But what I wasn't sure if I was correct about was saying it could've been anybody.Whoever the person was avoided the camera like a plague and wore a h
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,