Tara's POV
Dumb founded, I stepped back. Did he just say what I think he did? Did he just tell me he wanted me?
"Ms. Pierce, are you alright?" His hand still holding my waist as he tried to pull me back.
"T-Tara... call me Tara."
He laughed and pulled me back into his arms dipping me as the song ended. "Tara.."
My name rolled off his tongue and sent tingles down my spine.
Oh my God...
"The Gala is closing now. We should be going, Tara."
He held my hand as I found my balance again and handed me my bag before we made our way to the door. Of course the car was parked out front so we were able to leave quickly.
When we made it back to my house the car stopped and he let me out, following me to the door.
"I had a great time tonight, Tara." He said flashing a grin that spoke louder than his words.
"So did I. Thank you for this amazing night and this dress and...for everything."
Unexpectedly but as suspected, James leaned in to kiss me.
How was I supposed to react to this?
I leaned back awkwardly and reached for my door handle.
"James...I'm sorry. I'm not ready for this right now. I can't...I can't do this."
Without another word I walked inside and shut the door. I watched James walk to his car through the window. He was angry but he plays it calm when he noticed me in the window.
Hours had past and I hadn't heard from him. As I slid between my sheets and clicked my light off, my phone lit up and James' name flashed across my screen.
"Text From: James 12:22pm:
You made a mistake Tara. You will be mine. Sleep tight, beautiful."
HEY GUYS! SORRY THIS CHAPTER IS SO SHORT, I HAVEN'T BEEN ABLE TO UPDATE A LOT DUE TO SCHOOL AND SUCH. I HOPE YOU ENJOYED IT A LITTLE AND LOOK FORWARD TO PART TWO.
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The Difference is...
De TodoTara Pierce had worked in her father's shop since her mother passed and, as she grew, she sewed and hemmed with her father. Sadly, tailoring wasn't her dream. Her father knew that. He told her that every heart is missing a piece and to always follow...
