(I was inspired by the Wattpad possessed by: @dyspneagrime It's really good, read it) (Also I own no characters except the ones I made and of course the storyline)
Steve piqued a new interest in a woman named Natasha.
Nat goes on and on about her b...
A/N( I basically see Artie as the male version of Edna from The Incredibles)
Y/n's POV:
I woke up sore as hell. It felt like someone dropped bricks on me. I noticed James was no longer in the room so I get out of his bed. Still butt naked.
I drowsily put on James' dress shirt from last night that was still on the floor.
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I walk to the bathroom that was in his room and when I open the door James was standing there in a suit. "Oh sorry, I didn't know you were still here" I mumble, rubbing my eyes.
"It's fine. I was just about to go"
"Go where?" I ask as he walked past me.
"Work"
"It's Saturday"
"I have an unexpected meeting. It'll take a few hours"
"Oh. Do I have to come with you?"
"No, but you can stay here as long as you want. I'll have everything taken care of" He nods
I was confused about what he was talking about but I ignore it. I turn around and slowly unbutton the shirt, dropping it. I felt his eyes staring at my naked body. I get back in the bed and lay down.
"Have a good day at work. And drive safe" I yawn
"Thank you. Sleep well" He mumbles. I hear his footsteps echo out of the room. I look at the clock and I saw it was 3:50 am.
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James POV:
That woman was my personal tease. Everything she did seemed like a ploy to get at me.
I walked downstairs and pulled out my phone. "Hey, I need you to come over and send someone to her house," I demand.
I leave and drive to work.
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Y/n's POV:
I woke up once again to an empty bed. I throw on the shirt again and walk around the house. I didn't get to look around last time because- well you know.
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"He lives alone, why is his house so big?" I mumble to myself after a few minutes of exploring.
"Cause he's rich, darling"
The unfamiliar voice caught me off guard. I walked over to where it came from to see a man around his 30's with frosted white hair.
"Oh, good morning" I smile
"Ooo, aren't you a thing?" He eyed, his British accent coming in
I laugh and sit with him at the table.
"You surely aren't the woman James would normally go for" He inspects
"I guess not" I shrug
"And he called me to make sure that you were taken care of. Are you his girlfriend?"
