Possessed - Bucky Barnes x OC

Part 32

"I know, baby. I know." She flashed a subtle wink at Maggie.

Frankly— the entire group knew why he was so worried. Each of them knew exactly what was on his mind, but not a word was said to blow their cover. Maggie was bursting internally. Her terrible deception skills were not serving her well in this moment, especially since she had two mimosas.

She chewed her lip, practically shoving her face into James' chest to hide the smile that was creeping up on her. He chuckled at her, realizing exactly what was happening.

He leaned down to her ear, huffing a laugh. "Who the hell gave you permission to be so damn cute?"

"Stop." She whispered back. "I'm dying."

He outright laughed at that. Falling that much more in love with her.

The jet descended, kissing the runway with its wheels as they skidded to a stop. Everyone got up and moved to the car that was waiting for them at the runway. Although the summer was nearing its end, it was hot. Probably not to the locals, but the group of New Yorkers were used to much more mild summer weather.

James asked the driver to blast the AC. Nearly passing out in his all black jacket and jeans combo. It was roughly an hour drive from SFO to the house they were staying in. One of James' friends owned a beautiful Victorian home in Presidio Heights.

The three bedroom home housed a stylish living room with high ceilings and fireplace. Shining fixtures and radial lamps illuminated the defined furniture, while rich visual art typified the living space. The room lead into a tasteful fully renovated kitchen. Luxurious appliances were framed by paneled cabinetry. All surrounding a wide granite covered island.

Through a set of French doors, sat a gorgeous courtyard that held an impeccably sculpted garden and jacuzzi.

Maggie and James moved their things into the master suite, with its own living room and fireplace.

"Your friend lives here?"

James dropped down his Salvatore Ferragamo suitcases, turning to face her. "It's more of a vacation home. He lent it to me for the weekend since he's back in New York."

Her eyes widened, marveling at the luxury of his 'vacation home'. "Do all of your friends own vacation homes like this? She laughed.

"Yes" His voice was unwavering, stating it matter-of-factly.

She nodded, remembering who she was speaking to. "Do you have any vacation homes?"

He chuckled, sitting down on the edge of the king sized bed, pulling off his Chelsea boots. "Yes, sweetheart. I do."

"Where?"

"My, my, in one of your quizzical moods, huh?" He smirked. James secretly loved when she was like this. He despised being showered with attention, but it was charming when she did it, so he didn't mind. He honestly adored their age gap. He liked being able to teach her things. Those eleven years between them were more obvious during conversations like this.

She chewed her lip, nodding, then plopping down beside him.

"Lets see... London, Barcelona, Los Angeles, Milan, and Paris." He squinted his eyes, trying to figure out of he had forgotten one. "Oh, and then Miami. But I don't quite enjoy visiting that one. Too humid and the party scene isn't my thing anymore. I'm considering selling it to be honest."

His response practically knocked the wind out of her. She couldn't even fathom what all that property costed him. And knowing James, the homes must be incredibly extravagant. The man wouldn't settle for anything, but the best. "W— wow."