Deila's pov
Literally, I was placed between a wall and a hard place. His chest was as hard as a wall and from the way I gasped when I had met it, he knew it.
His breath on my ears was doing crazy things to me. The con
Deila's povAbout to open the door to my dad's office, which I had been occupying over the last two months —and still was— I paused when I heard a familiar voice call for me.
James's pov"Dad! Dad!" I barked barging into his office with his secretary running behind after a failed attempt to stop me.Before I could take another step closer to my dad, who by the way was with an associate, Kemberly his secretary stepped in front of me placing a hand on my chest and stopping me from going any further. I puffed, shoving her to the side
James's POVI rushed down the stairs, not stopping even when I missed a stair and almost sprained my ankle. The kitchen was the first place my feet took me and I was filled with relief when I saw my mum standing over th
Deila's povThe cold breeze found a way to make goosebumps erupt in every inch of my skin despite the very thick duvet I was under. I was still half asleep, but conscious enough to know I wasn't alone in the room. I hugged my duvet closer slowly lifting my lids to see my first love and hero. My dad.Sitting at the edge of my bed, he looked all flustered fumbli
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,
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 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 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.
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,