𝐊𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐀 · "𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞."
After losing her job and being left at the altar, Dr. Fiona Page is left to pick up the pieces of a "picture perfect" lif...
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CW: Face slapping, Fiona is pissed, thigh riding, handjobs, dirty talk, these two have massive issues, and will continue to have them.
I was kind of uninspired for the end of this chapter, and then I turned on Silver Springs by Fleetwood Mac and nearly 9,000 words poured out. I think this is going to wind up being James and Fiona's song. It's been added to the playlist.
Just an FYI because I feel like people might ask, Selene is the goddess/personification of the moon in Greek mythology. James makes frequent references to her.
Time cast a spell on you, but you won't forget me I know I could've loved you, but you would not let me I'll follow you down 'til the sound of my voice will haunt you Give me just a chance You'll never get away from the sound of the woman that loves you - Fleetwood Mac, "Silver Springs"
-JAMES-
Why the fuck did he do that?
Why the fuck did he do that?
His body shook as he set the plate of asparagus on the table and his eyes slid shut. He wanted to turn around, walk back in that kitchen, and kiss her again. He wanted to fuck her, to tell her how crazy she made him feel, how connected he felt to her, and how that felt fucking insane. He was obsessed with her, and that wasn't a good thing. James didn't know if it was lust or guilt. He wanted to tell her that he was a fucking idiot for walking out of that hotel room and that he would do anything to go back in time and fix that. Maybe that was his one chance to be happy, the universe opening up a pathway to finally fucking moving on. And he shut the door on it. Why?
She was sweet, funny, gorgeous, intelligent. He read two of her papers this morning when he woke up. Her work was brilliant, the way she conceptualized theoretical frameworks and built new ideas from the ground up... he envied her intellect.
And it made him want her even more.
James's mind was a haze. The fire that rushed through him when he pressed his lips to hers nearly sent him into overdrive. He told himself that it would be a test, and if she let him, he could maybe prove to himself that this whole crush was all in his head.
But the second she walked into the living room in that dress, he knew he was fucked. The whole world stopped, and he had to anchor himself to the ground.
She was the only thing he thought about when he was at Cynthia's last night. He didn't end up fucking her, he couldn't. It wasn't that she wasn't beautiful or that she didn't make him laugh, but he couldn't relax. It wouldn't have been fair to Cynthia. He still felt fucking awful about what he did to Victoria. James was a man plagued with eternal guilt, and he had nobody to blame for it but himself. He knew he was a piece of shit, a coward, an asshole, and that all he caused was hurt.
