Chapter 8: Part 2

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JAMES’S POV

I got out the limo and thanked George. I watched him drive away before turning to my mansion. All the lights were off meaning Isabelle was asleep. I smiled happy that I was going to avoid an argument. I silently opened the door and walked through my long, wide corridor towards the lounge. I went to my antique table that has been passed down in my family for many generations and opened the drawer in search of some files. I couldn’t see well so I turned on the lamp that was on the table and as soon as I turned around Isabelle was sitting on the couch. I gasped, my heart pounding on my chest. I was about to ask her what the hell she was doing but took one look at her face and stopped. Her face held a deadly glare and her arms and legs were crossed.

“Where were you?” she asked cutting to the chase. I thought about lying and saying I was working but I couldn’t be bothered so I told her the truth.

“I had dinner with my new sectary,” I said in a bored tone. Her face flashed shock before going back to angry.

“And is this new sectary of yours a female?”

“Yes she is. Is there a problem with that?”

“Nope, no problem, “she said and paused before continuing. “So you’re back at...” she referred to the clock, “1:13 in the morning and I’m just suppose to believe you had dinner?”

“No, we went back to her place and watched a movie.”

“A movie, you really expect me to believe that you were watching a movie,” she said in disbelief.

“I don’t expect you to believe me but that’s what happened. I’m tired I’m going to sleep.” I said walking towards the elevator, too tired to take the stairs. As the elevator door closed, Isabelle came in through the small gap.

“You slept with her didn’t you?” She asked.

“No, I didn’t. I wouldn’t do that to you. If you’re done accusing me for lying and having an affair, I’m off to sleep.” As i spoke the words the doors opened on the third floor and I walked to my room.

“Baby, “Isabelle called after me. “I’m sorry; it’s just that you’re so gorgeous that I’m scared someone will take you away from me. I’m sorry let me make it up to you,” she whined putting her arms around my neck kissing my lips. I didn’t kiss her back and just pulled away sighing. I didn’t want to kiss her.

“I forgive you, but I’m really tired so not today.”

“If not today, then when. We’ve only slept together once and you were drunk. We don’t even sleep in the same bed. Were engaged and were going public soon, but if you can’t even sleep with me then you might as well forget it,” She screeched before stomping off. I silently thanked God for getting her away from me and entered my room. I had a hot shower and got ready to sleep. I lay in bed thinking about Rose. 

I could still feel her sweet lips on my mine, her small body wrapped around mine. The electricity that sparked when she touched me was still fresh in me. I wanted her here now next to me, cuddled up close to me. But I know that couldn’t happen. Relationships didn’t work with me since I work a lot. They always wanted me to give them more of my time which was understandable but I had to work in order to maintain my business. I actually liked my job, unlike some people and wanted to work whenever I could. That’s one of the reason me and Isabelle were getting married. Because she was a model, she worked long hours which meant she didn’t really have time in the day to complain about not seeing me. She understood that I was a busy man and didn’t have a lot of time for her. I still remember the weird way we became engaged.

*Flashback*

My mother, Isabelle and her mother were all talking in the rest room when I came home. I kissed my mother on the cheek before kissing Isabelle forehead.  I sat down beside her and taking out my work phone.

“I agree they would make the perfect couple,” I heard my mother say. “James could you please put down the phone were talking.”

“Sorry mum, you were saying?”

“We were discussing how great it would be if you and Isabelle got married. You would make the perfect married couple and have beautiful children.” It was a good thing I was drinking or eating because I would have chocked. My eyes widened as I looked at Isabelle. She had a hopeful expression on her face. Did she want me to propose to her? I didn’t even love her and I thought she felt the same about me. I looked at my mum, Charlotte and Isabelle’s mum Megan. They had wide smiles on her faces. Oh crap! I looked back at Isabelle.

“So what do you think?”

“You want to marry me?” I asked puzzled. Did she actually want me to ask her to marry her?

“Yes James I will,” she replied and hugged me. What does she mean “Yes James I will”? I thought back to what I asked her and then gasped. She thought I was asking her to marry me when I was actually asking if she WOULD WANT to marry me. If I was really asking her I would have asked “Will you marry me?”Shit, shit, shit!

“Ah this is so great,” my mum said tears in her eyes.

“Congratulations!” They shouted and brought us into bear hugs. Oh well, it’s too late to turn back now. I plastered a face smile on my face and hugged them.

“Wait, you can tell dad but that’s it, I don’t want this going public until were ready okay?” I said and they all nodded before continuing talking.

*End of Flashback*

I really tomorrow at work, Rose and I could talk about yesterday night (It’s around 2:00am). I don’t want it to be awkward between us especially since we are working together. I closed my eyes going into a dreamless sleep.       

ROSE’S POV

I lay in bed thinking about the kiss. It made he fell like I was on cloud nine. I could feel the spark flow through my body when his lips meet mine. I know I shouldn’t have kissed him but I couldn’t stop myself, his lips were so inviting and he’s so handsome. I feel so bad though. As amazing as the kiss was, he was engaged and I couldn’t do that to Isabelle even if she was a bitch. No women should have to experience the love of their life cheating on them. I would hate to be the reason of their break up. I had to stop thinking about him. He was taken and about to be happily married. I listened to music trying to distract myself from James and it worked. I soon fell asleep to the sweet music of Claire de Lune.   

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