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"You were mine the second you put your signature on that contract." He looked at me with pure lust and dominance in his eyes.
"F*ck you."
He smirks and moves closer to me, coming to my side of the booth and caging me ag...
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November
I fucked up.
Again.
This is what I meant by not knowing the first thing about how to maintain a good relationship. I don't know what i'm doing and I don't think it's just something you can learn at the snap of a finger.
I pace the length of my home office, biting mindlessly on my fingernails. I don't know what to do or how to fix this. I can't let her leave this house, not with everything that's going on. He knows about her.
He knows who she is and would not hesitate to use her to get at me.
As I pace the length of the room, I notice movement outside and turn toward the window. In a hurry to see what's outside, I end up hitting my knee against the corner of the desk.
I stumble in pain, groaning as I grip my leg and limp over to the window. My gaze softens and my mood lifts when I see Astoria sitting at the end of the dock, swaying her legs softly in the water.
I don't exactly know what I'm going to do about this situation but I know that we have to talk. If we don't things will only get worse from here.
I rush to the door swinging it open only to find James standing with his hand balled in a fist mid air. Once he sees me he opens his mouth to say something but before he could get a word out I pushed past him.
I don't know how long she'll be out there and I don't want to miss her.
She seems like she's in a calm state right now and this may be my only chance.
"Wait, Lewis I think I know how to help." I keep walking despite his efforts to catch my attention.
"If she wants to dance then let her." I pause and I hear that Hes stopped walking behind me as well. "You don't think I want to let her go?" I turn around slightly so I can see his face. He looks just as upset about this as me.
He's always been the type of person who hates serious conflict. Especially when it comes to me. Me being his younger brother gave him the sense that I was his responsibility.
That my problems were his and he took that to heart and hasn't once weakened his need to be the protective big brother he was conditioned to be.
"I hate seeing her this way, but I'd hate to see her hurt because of me so my decision is final. Thanks but there's nothing you can do to help with this, J." I begin to turn back around and walk away but his next words make not only my mind stop moving but also every muscle, every nerve, and every bone in my body to freeze as well.
