All Chapters of The Marriage Game: love in a lie.: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

JamesAll I could think about during my flight to Chicago was Amara’s face after she told me to stay back because she’d feel lonely alone in the house. I’d walked away still because my company had to come first.This was the primary reason I never got involved in serious relationships. Because when the time comes for me to choose between love and my company, my answer would always be my company which would be unfair to my partner.That was why I decided to be alone. I couldn’t prioritize a fleeting feeling over a company I’d built with my sweat and hard work. It was this business that helped me pull me and my brother from a pretty bad place.I didn’t always have this money, I wasn’t born with a silver spoon. So I worked really hard to make sure I didn’t lose it all because that would mean going back to a place I’d fought tooth and nail to leave. But when Amara had stopped me at the door, looking at me like she couldn’t bear to watch me go. I’d wanted to throw it all away and remain i

James Amara didn’t come out of her till the next morning. I’d gone to her door to knock so many times but always chickened out. I needed to give her time on her own to think about my request.The only friend I had was Cayden, which was mostly because of my busy schedule and my trust issues. There was also the fact that I found most people intolerable. My eyes were heavy when I came out of the room, I hadn’t expected to see Amara out of her room so I was startled when I saw her arranging the table with pastries and tea.“Good morning,” she greeted. Unusually and surprisingly cheerful . “I ordered croissants and cakes, I made tea too.” She pulled a chair out for me. I raised a brow, I could feel the smile that bloomed on my face as I took a seat “Does that mean we're friends now?”“Men and women can’t be ‘friends’ James.”“So you’re really afraid that you won’t be able to keep your hands off me,” I teased her, taking a sip of the tea. It was well brewed. “Don’t flatter yourself, Mck

James I’d lie to myself if I said it didn’t feel good living with Amara. I’d be more truthful to myself when I agree that I was a tad disappointed when the constructors called to say that they were done fixing the house.That meant we had to move back in, and it made me wonder if we were going back to our previous arrangement where we barely saw each other. I got used to living in the small house with Amara. I could tell when she was awake and trying to walk around the house quietly so she wouldn’t wake me. She was very considerate of me and my feelings, it did feel weird but nice. The days had passed in a haze. I spent them mostly watching movies with her or messing around in the house. We never went beyond the point of making out, it felt like it would take whatever was going on between us to another level. I don’t think any of us were ready.After the conference today, I’ll move back to the main house with her and take some time off. The proposal and the launch were our two majo

Amara Away from the city, it was easy to hear the chirping of birds rising with the sun. I knew I was bound to have a hangover but what I expected was to find a sleeping James beside me. I ignored the banging in my head and focused instead on him. There was something angelic about the way his hair fell over his forehead. The brown is a contrast to his almost pale skin. I pushed his hair back—then ran my finger across his brows, his nose bridge, and finally his lips. They sat puckered like they were begging to be kissed. But I didn’t want to be the one to initiate contact with James. You never knew what he was thinking.“Are you going to stop ogling me and kiss me already?” The sleep in his voice almost sent me back into bed. It was scratchy, their tremble vibrating from where our skin made contact. “I’m not ogling you, and I’m certainly not kissing you.” I pushed away from the bed but he was quick to grab my arm and bring me back to the space beside him.“Why? You didn’t have any

AmaraSomething was wrong with Daniel, it wasn’t that hard to tell. It also wasn’t difficult for me to figure out that talking about Cayden’s family was a line that I should never cross. Still, going to the park had been a great experience. It was fascinating to see the way James took care of his brother and mine. I knew without a doubt that he would make a great father. But I don’t think he felt the same way.There was unspoken trauma between him and Cayden, something so great that caused them both to withdraw into themselves and shut off the outside world while bonding with each other.But I wanted to be the one to break down those strong walls that they’ve built strongly around their hearts. I wanted them to experience what love was, to know that they deserved happiness, and to have people who cared about them. “You’ve been awfully quiet since we got back from the park,” James commented as we sat down for the dinner he had prepared for both of us.I couldn’t tell him what I was a