Over my dead body ~James Barnes~

Part 4

James is a Businessman. He knows what he wants and how to get it and it shows... He doesn't work for people, people work for him. Let's just say that he's the 'boss' of whatever the hell he's doing to be able to buy a house in the woods that's bigger than a hotel. Yup. Rich.

He killed people.

Not only in the past, but in the present too. He's not proud of it but hey. It's what he does and sometimes you gotta make the ultimate sacrifice in life to keep yourself alive too. He has a big building for his business where he's in charge. It's a normal classic building with a big storage for the weapons and drugs. Drugs is illegal Yea... the weapons aren't.

Kill or be killed. Eat or be eaten right?

He's not a relationship guy, he never was, and he knows that. For him it was just sex. Pleasure. He didn't care about those girls if they finished or not. If he came, the fun was over, and they get sent home.

"Call me later?" The blonde assistant tells him right after he came all over her way too slutty skirt.

Absolutely not.

"Yea I'll call you"

Poor girl.

That's how it goes every time.

His best friend and work partner is the only person he truly trusts. Steve rogers. They know each other for like a decade or so. Also, not in a relationship although he really wants it.

"What happened to your hand?" The blonde handsome man asks him while drinking his coffee.

"That Guy, Antonio"

Yea that happens when you do business with wrong people and you're getting into an 'Argument' Not an argument you're used to. An argument where Antonio lost 3 fingers in progress and James just a cut.

He holds his hand up to look at the stitches when a quick smile appears to his face. He smiled at the thought of Candace. He realized that too and clears his throat, focusing on his coffee in front of him. Not Candace. Just the coffee.... and still her.

"Oh, that brunette girl from last week is asking for you downstairs" Steve stands up from his chair to head out. "Should I send her up?" He smirks at James, knowing exactly what why he said that.

He doesn't want too, not sure why but he's totally not in the mood. Not for her at least.

"Sure, send her up" He doesn't need her, he doesn't need anybody. It's just another slut who's throwing herself on him because he has money.

"Hey baby"

There she stands, in her black skirt, blouse that reveals a lot of skin, and high black heels.

James stands up from his seat and walks towards her "Listen......"

Of course he doesn't remember her name.

"Rebecca?" She says with a quite unamused tone since he fucked her multiple times in his office.

"Right, Rebecca, you need to stop calling me-" before he could even finish his sentence she attacks his lips, her hands are moving to his hair and then back to his hip to pull him closer. He doesn't pull away, why would he? She's pretty, he's hot. He pushed her against the door of his office and attacks her neck.

After a short make out session, she pulls away and gets down on her knees, she looks at him with those seducing eyes because God, she loves it. She grabs his belt and unbuckles his pants. He puts his right hand against the wall to steady himself, while she grabs his length in her hand and starts to stroke it, waiting for him to get hard, ready to take the whole thing in her mouth.

"I know you love this, you can't escape me James"

She's teasing him by playing with the tip, waiting for him to get mad at her because it turns her on even more.

"Just put in in your mouth Rebecca." There it is. It's mean and heartless, but she doesn't care. As long as she can have a piece of him, it's fine. She starts slow, too slow for his like, so he grabs her head to make her go deeper and harder. Yup. Head pusher.

He doesn't want to fuck her. He doesn't want anything to do with her, but she's naive and easy and whenever he wants her, he can have her. Wish he could say the same about Candace... she turned him down. Why de Fuck did she turn him down is the only thing that he things about. Candace. Fuck, Candace.

"Stop" He pushes Rebecca to the side, while she was right in the middle of making him cum. "Are you kidding me?" The brunette girl yells, she's pissed off which is understandable.

"Get out"

he doesn't even look at her, he put his pants back on and walks back to his desk to pour himself a strong drink. He didn't even finish, he wasn't even close. She still sitting on the ground, in embarrassment and shame.

"You're seriously sending me away during this?!" She stands up and fix her blouse and her hair in the mirror behind her.

"Yes, now get out and stop calling me, I'm not telling you again" he looks at her with no emotion, like he always does with all his puppets because he knows that they'll always come back if he wants them to come back.

Too easy. Too boring.

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"So..... when are you going to tell me about your necklace" I hear Miles saying while making me A coffee with poison as he likes to call it. It's late and sometimes I stay until the coffeeshop closes. I even help cleaning up sometimes.

"It's just a necklace Miles, like yours" I point at his simple but cute necklace hanging from his neck. Whats up with everyone's obsession with my necklace.

"Fine, don't tell me. Here's your coffee" he hands me my coffee with a serious look. "May this poison be real one day"

"Oh, get over it already, you should try it, oat milk" I take a big sip like there's no tomorrow "Hmmm"

Miles laughs as he turns around, so he won't face me "Get out Candace"

"I'm already gone" I walk out the door and it's freezing outside. Please just don't let it rain. I'm walking past a restaurant which smells great by the way. I feel good, I am good. I'm alone and independent and I don't need anyone, I don't want anyone.

"You shouldn't be walking in NYC alone, in the middle of the night" I recognize his voice immediately. James.

I turn around and I see this tall figure standing really close behind me with a serious look. It's like he really meant it. NY is dangerous, especially at this is time. So, he probably did mean it.

"I know, I was just calling an Uber" I tell him while grabbing my phone to dial the number.

"Put your phone away, I'm bringing you home" he pushes my phone aside and looks me in the eyes with these dark, but bright eyes... if that makes sense.

"You don't need to do that, I'm taking an Uber all the time" I can take care of myself, it's not that I need him to take me home just so I won't get raped in an ally.

"Candace" he is touching my shoulder softly, probably because I'm a little nervous and he noticed...

"You already turned me down once, can you please accept this ride" he looks at me and, it's just that look. I like him. He's great.

"Lead the way." I smile, and he places his hand on my lower back when we walk to his car.

He holds me... he's holding me. This is the first time he touched my body, and I know that it doesn't mean anything but still. His hand is big, especially on my back.

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