You are mine

Sabotage

"2 hours to go!" I say to Laura, who's trying to find her underwear from the suitcase. I sit on her bed and look as she gets more nervous by the minute. Her arms almost tremble and she pulls out every item before the white laced underwear catches her eye. "Finally" she signs, her arms gripping the soft fabric between her fingers. 

"Lord have mercy, the queen has found her sexy underwear!" I try to lighten her mood, but she turns and gives me a angry look. "Sorry," I mumble, "I didn't mean to!" I excuse myself and hop off the bed.

"I'm sorry too, I've been trying to stay cool and calm, but every waking minute something in me tells me that things will go wrong." Her gaze blinds me with sadness falling from her eyes, and after I walk up to her, I give her a hard teddy bear hug. "Don't worry. Things will go wrong, but everything can be fixed!" I try to make her feeling better. "You sure?" she questions me with her blue wide eyes.

"No!" And I start laughting uncontrollebly and almost fall on my ass. I'm usually not so sarcastic but Laura always makes me.

"Have you seen James today?" I ask her, while she changes clothes in the bathroom. 

"Yeap, he is outside. Fixing your car!" She yelles from the other room. 

Then I remembered that I had totally forgotten that. But I did mention it to James, when I was getting naked before him. "I'm going to go and see what he's doing!" I say loud, so she could hear me behind the closed door. But before I can exit, she opens the bathroom door and only her head sticks out. "He likes you, you know that right?" 

"Yeah, I know, but I'm not sure if I want this to happen!" I reply, sadness filling me to the top, drowning me with sorrow. I leave, before she could ask me anything else. The hall is empty, but I can hear voices down in the lobby. Quests are arriving and the wedding planner shows them the way to the waiting area. Mike still hasn't returned from the search of a new photographer but he called Laura and said that she had nothing to worry about. Yeah, like this would happen. 

I greet people and Laura's family before stepping out. I parked my car in the other end of the parking lot and it takes me a while to find it. From far I can see a man on his knees, looking under the car. Quietly I sneak behind him and wait. Still wait. His ass sticks out to me, and I forbide myself not to kick him into it.

"Is everything ok?" I ask, and he jumps at the question, hitting his head against the car bottom. "Ouch," he pulls away and looks up to me. While rubbing the hurting place on his head, he leaves some greasy stains on him. "No! Somebody cut them!" he answers still looking under the car. 

"Cut what?"

"The breaking fluid lines."

"How can you be sure? Maybe they just broke?" I ask, kneeling down beside him.

"No way, these are knife marks here. These are cleans cuts, see!" He points to the end of tube hanging under the car. 

"And I know who did this!" He says, before standing up. Taking out his phone, he dials a number and walks away from me. I whipe my jeans of the dirt and follow him. "You son of a bitch. Stay away from her or I will come after you!" His voice is harsh and the expression on his face makes my scared. Who is he talking to?

"I will call the cops, but before that I will come there in your office and punch you until you bleed." He turns to face me and listens to the person in the other end of the call. But he smiles and don't say anything else. After he hungs up, I close the cap between us and stand before him.

"Who was that?" I ask, trying to figure out why he acted the way he did.

"It doesn't matter right now. Right now we have to go and get dressed. It's time." He says, moving closer to me and places his hands on my hips. 

"I can't wait to see you in that dress!" He whispers, his face inches from mine and my heart goes into stop.

I rub the oily place on his forehead and make it spread around. "And you need a shower!" I say laughting.

Before I know it, he grabs me and lifts up. I struggle to get down, but he tosses me over his shoulder and starts walking toward the front door. I kick him but other than a slap on my ass, he don't say anything. 

People stare us when we enter, whispers fill the room and I know that they are making comments. A girl, Laura's niece, runs to James and sceams loud. "That's James Hawk. Can I get a picture with you?"

"No, I need to get my girl upstairs." He laughts, walking pass everyone and to the stairs. For now I have calmed down and let him carry me. I know that I'm not very light, my curves can tell that, but he has no difficulty to hoist me over his shoulder and transport me. 

When we reach our hotel room door, he stops but don't put me down. The door next to us opens and Shaun comes out. Oh no, I quietly whisper to James to let me down, but he don't. I catch Shaun stareing us and I turn my gaze away from him. 

Suddenly James crabs my ass and squizes it. "Babe, I love your ass. Can't wait to bite it!" he says out loud. "Not before I slap yours!" I play along, chuckling. 

He opens the door and drops me on the bed. The door is still open and I know that he did this on purpose. He crawls on top of me and pins me down with his legs. He crabs my hands and lifts them over my head, making me gasp at his actions. His lips land on my neck, kissing it down to the collar bone, and I can't resist. One hand moves under my top and his hand travels over my stomach, teasing me with his thumb.

And then he stops, leaving me gasping for more. "He's gone!" he says, kissing my lips quickly and moving away. "Now, get dressed!" He takes his suit and closes himself in the bathroom. I sigh in relief and rub my forehead. 

This needs to stop.

Who was he calling to? Who would do something like this? And why?