James's POV
"What the heck do you want." - I say in a fairly calm tone and with a voice more hoarse than usual, sighing
against the palm of my hand again, and then run my hand through my short hair in a slow gesture,
waiting for him to start talking before I close the phone in his face:
"Am I disturbing you?" - he asks so lively that I take a grimace of annoyance and remove the phone
from the ear.
"You are." - I answer after a couple of seconds with the same calm attitude just to force him to hurry.
«Apologize Kate from me.» - he replies immediately, but I don't interrupt him and remain silent
to make him continue:
"Er ... James?" - he clears his throat, and then stops breathing again as if he were afraid of
talk to me and tell me the reason for his call:
"Edward?" - I ask ironic, squinting with difficulty and only now feeling the effects of the alcohol ingested
last night.
Edward is the friend I never imagined I would have: too good, too rich, too jerk with his employees.
I owe my life to him for the way he managed to convince me to live with him, in fact I don't know where I would have ended up in
this moment if it weren't for Edward and his father, but definitely not at my house, even though I actually treat him worse than my brother.
"Get straight to the point." - I grunt annoyed by his silence, then I hear him take a deep breath
on the other side of the line.
"Tomorrow I'll meet Hannah ..." -I open my eyes to those words, clutching the phone at the same time
between my fingers, and then turn off the call without letting him finish.
"She's a fucking child who doesn't even know what a razor is!" - I scream aloud, as if I were not
alone in my room.
If at first seeing him taken by that girl made me laugh at the very thought of his face
when he found out he fell in love with a fucking cook, now the idea that he gives her so much importance annoys me.
I don't understand what he sees in her that all the models who have been drooling after him for years don't have.
She wants the same thing: she wants his money, his house, his cock between her legs, but Hannah ...
Hannah is not beautiful.
Her body is not even comparable to Kate's and it is enough to have two eyes placed on the forehead to notice it.
She has such a weird and annoying way of speaking that it makes her sound like a teenager, rather than an attractive and serious woman, like the ones that catch my attention with
one word.
She is not like the others, since it takes very little for her to blush or change her mood, going from shy to cheerful
in the blink of an eye and ... fuck! Her smile is too contagious for my taste.
I pass my hand in front of my face and start to get out of my bed, frustrated by the exaggerated attitude of
Edward, but I am again interrupted by the sound of my phone.
If at first I think about avoiding listening to him shooting bullshit, then I decide to take the opportunity to tell him the truth.
After all, he's a friend who doesn't deserve to be treated like this by a woman, especially now that I understand that he is becoming more attached to her than he should, even if I would like to confess it not to do a favor
to him, but only because I don't want her around anymore.
I open the call slightly hesitant, almost undecided whether to tell him the what I decided for a split second, but
not a word comes from my lips without even understanding the reason that keeps me from chasing that
little girl from this villa.
«Edward ...» - I manage to say without reading his name on the screen, realizing that this time it's me
the one who does not know what to say, but I open my eyes wide and completely forget the phrases formulated in my head when,
instead of my friend's voice, a sweet sound spreads across the line:
"James?" - my name pronounced by her makes me understand the real reason why I agreed to live with
Edward rather than taking drugs on the streets of New Jersey, the real reason I keep breathing
quietly without losing patience and without freaking out in this world of shit.
She is the only person who hasn't let me down. The only woman I have loved in my life without ever having the
courage to express it to him.
"Mum."
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