Rosie's Pov
I can't believe my eyes.
I hate it when I'm right, but I wasn't expecting to be so soon.
I turn away with the speck of dignity I have left and before I can start walking he speaks.
"Emma it's time for you to head home." He states and continues on. "Rosie can you please come inside and stay."
I do my best to hide my shock, but agree so I can get some answers.
"But Max is still sleeping." Emma shoots back.
"I'll bring him home on my way back from taking Rosie home. Later." He finalizes.
"And this is Rosie by the way." He says smiling at me.
"Whatever." Emma says angrily, and with that she grabs her things, continuing to curse under her breath.
James and I wait on the porch until she pulls off and when she does the sinking feeling returns.
"It's not what you think." He says as I hide my face by looking down.
"Look at me." He demands.
I can't help but explode.
"I know how these things work. You fantasize about black women but you know deep down you can never really be with one." I start, but little does he know we're no where near the end of it.
"So you make me fall in love with you behind closed doors, but you keep a girl like Emma Nelson on your arm to parade around in front of your family and the public." I continue and don't let up.
"Well listen James, I'm the woman to parade around, not the one behind the doors." And before I can go any further, he cuts me off.
"You're right." He says and I'm taken back.
"Come on." he famously takes my hand and all of the anger from before leaves my body.
He leads me inside of the house, and it's bigger than I could've ever imagined.
Whoever decorated had an amazing eye and worked well with color schemes.
But before I could fully take in the room I'm startled by James calling out a name I wasn't sure I was prepared to hear just yet.
"Mom!" He shouts.
"James what are you doing?!" I ask frantically but he ignores me.
"Moomm!!" He exclaims even louder than before.
"For goodness sake what is it James?" She marches out into the living room and it becomes evident where James gets his eyes and good taste in style.
"Well who do we have here?" She gleams and leaves me no choice but to clutch onto my pearls.
"Mom this is Rosie." James introduces me and at this point I feel like I'm going to throw up.
YOU ARE READING
Wildest Dreams
Lãng mạn[ONGOING] "Good morning Ms.H!" she spoke. My eyes immediately snapped up to look at whoever was behind that angelic voice. My heart skipped a beat as my eyes met the loveliest sight. She had on a white dress which complimented her chocolate brown...
