didn't belong in this new life.
But this could be enough. I stared at the note in my hands.
It was going to have to be.
Chapter 3
Saturday
James sat down on the rug in front of the chair I was in and
handed me a manila envelope. He put his hand on my knee, rubbing the inside of
my knee with his thumb, not looking at my face.
I had gotten pretty good at reading him. Whenever he did
something he knew I wouldn't like, he rarely ever looked me in the eyes.
Whatever was in the envelope, he thought I wasn't going to like it. My heart
started to beat faster. "What is this?"
"Your present." He tore his eyes away from my knee
and looked up at me. "Open it." He leaned down and kissed my kneecap.
I moved my leg away from his hand. Now he was just trying to
distract me. I tore open the top of the envelope and pulled out a small stack
of photos. They were pictures of really beautiful rooms. Really beautiful, huge
rooms. Each room was elegant, yet modern at the same time. It was exactly
James' style. Which had become my preference as well. I let my eyes meet his.
"Now, before you say anything..."
"I don't want to move." We had discussed this in
length. And I thought we had agreed to stay here for at least a while longer.
Graduating, starting a new job, getting married, it was all too much at once. I
didn't want to move on top of everything else.
"Baby," he said and grabbed my hand. "When we
get married, we're going to need a bigger place."
"This place is big. It's way too big actually."
James laughed. "It's cozy. That's why we picked
it."
"I think I remember telling you that it was too big to
be cozy, but this was the place you wanted. So I said yes."
"And now you love it here."
"Exactly. So I don't want to move."
"But we're going to be a family."
I stared back at him. We rarely ever talked about having
kids. Whenever I brought it up, he not so subtly diverted our conversation to a
safer topic. Was he changing his mind? I squeezed his hand. "James, I
thought you didn't..."
"You're going to be my wife." He cleared his
throat. "We're going to be a family."
Oh. Me and him. Of course that's what he meant. And
that's all that I wanted. He was always all that I had ever wanted. "Since
we're going to be married, you want more space to escape from me?" I
smiled at him.
James laughed. "No, not exactly." He grabbed my
waist and pulled me to the edge of the chair. "More rooms to have you in,
maybe." His hand slid up my thigh.
I laughed. "Are you sure that you don't want to just run
away from me because I have so many flaws?"
"Hmm." He leaned down and kissed the inside of my
thigh.
God was he good at distracting me.
He slowly pushed up the bottom of my dress, following his
fingertips with a trail of kisses. He hooked his thumbs in the sides of my
thong. "Baby, you don't have any flaws."
And he knew exactly what to say to wear me down. I lifted my
hips and let him remove my thong. "Okay, fine. We can make an appointment
with your realtor and go look at it together. Happy?"
He smiled. "We don't need to make an appointment. I
already bought it."
"James!" My exclamation quickly changed to a moan
as he thrust his tongue deep inside of me. Fuck. "James, you
can't...God!" I let my head drop back against the cushion as he spread my
legs farther apart. I couldn't possibly think straight like this. Damn it.
He pushed the bottom of my dress up over my waist and I
quickly pulled it over my head. My anger had been replaced by a more primal
need, somehow making my want for him even stronger. I unhooked my bra as his
mouth moved to my clit, sucking on it hard.
"Yes!"
His fingers replaced his tongue, plunging deep inside my
aching pussy. His tongue on my clit matched the rhythm of his fingers, pushing
me closer and closer to release. Why did I always give into him? Why did I
always let him manipulate me with sex? He curved his fingers, hitting that spot
that always made me lose control.
Oh God. My whole body felt warm from the