Unexpected (James Phelps x Reader)

1.34

Disclaimer: alcohol and language

Also, I'd almost forget. Thank you to my friend who helped me with this chapter. 🥰

"I just love you so much, you know?" He said.

"I know. Wanna know how I know?"

"Sure?"

"Because I love you so much as well."

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"What do you want to drink?" James asked as we were preparing cups for the toast in the kitchen. "What is everybody else having?" I replied with a question.

"I'm not sure you should have alcohol, babe." "What do you mean? Why wouldn't I?" I furrowed my eyebrows.

"You don't seem to react to alcohol quite well. I'm gonna pour some soda for you." He reached for the bottle but I grabbed his wrist.

"Honey, are you kidding me?" I said angrily. "No, I want you safe. We're all gonna be drinking. What if something happens again?"

"What exactly do you think could happen again?" I put my hands on my hips and turned to face him. "I don't know-"

"No, I'm gonna talk now." I stopped him. "What happened at that party is not going to happen here, unless your friends are jerks like that blonde guy. Besides, it's a toast. I never said I wanted to drink like full on drink. I'm sure I can take a glass of champagne, James."

"I just think you should have the soda instead." He insisted. "I thought we agreed you won't try to make decisions for me so what is this about?" I glared at him angrily.

"So you really can't live without that champagne or what?" He snapped. "This is not about the champagne, James, it's about the principal. You shouldn't feel like you can tell me what to do!" I raised my voice.

"I don't want you to have that drink that's all." He wouldn't stop. "Okay, whatever. Enjoy your party." I said and walked out of the kitchen. "Y/n, wait..." He pleaded and then I heard him hit the counter with his fist.

I stormed to the other side of the living room to sit on the couch and ignore the fact that the house was full of people. They were a bunch of 30+-year-old men with wives and kids.

And some of them seemed to be looking at me weirdly. I felt uncomfortable at the party. As soon as we decided not to keep our relationship secret, I knew it was a bad idea. Those men saw me as some toy of James's. And I wasn't that. I hoped.

That was the reason why it threw me off so much that James didn't want me to have a drink. I already felt like no one took me seriously there and then James literally does something to prove them right that he is some kind of a sugar daddy to me or whatever.

Why wouldn't he treat me as an equal in front of his friends, like he normally would? And we literally had an agreement according to which he couldn't tell me what to do out of bed.

I took my juice glass from the table and found a bottle of vodka, which I opened and poured a little bit into my juice. Fuck it. Fuck James!

Yeah, you should fuck James.

My inner voice crooned. "Shut up!" I whispered and took a sip.

"Well, you seem angry. What's wrong?" Someone sat beside me. "My boyfriend thinks he can tell me what to do." I said without considering whether it was a good idea. "Why would he think that?" The person asked. "What even is that question?" I finally looked at him.