~Charlotte~
I got ready for bed that night as tired as I had ever felt in a long time.
It felt weird. Knowing someone was watching me but not knowing where they were.
As I was going to shut the curtains I looked out the window into the darkness of the night.
~???????????~
I stood behind a tree, only looking up at the big house. I saw her standing at the window looking out. I made sure I wasn't visible but I could still see the window. A couple of seconds later another figure came up behind her and hugged her from behind. Hm, who is this person? A potential boyfriend, maybe? Whoever it was, I needed to get rid of them, and fast. I then retreated the area and left.
~Charlotte~
James' arms held me tightly as he asked me what I was looking at. I told him nothing and shut the curtains. I pulled him off me and walked into the bathroom. I put my hair up into a bun and James called,"Why are you being so stubborn?" He sounded so cute with his Irish voice. I really couldn't stay mad at him. "I'm sorry, its just I'm edgy about this whole stalker thing." I said climbing into bed. He grabbed my hand and told me,"As long as I'm alive, nobody will hurt you. I promise."
"What made you take Mycroft up on his offer?" I asked him, leaning back into my pillow.
He smirked and said,"When he died me his dear sister, I couldn't resist. So I took the job. But you wanna know a secret?" He asked looking at me with a big grin.
"What? Tell me." I said giggling at him.
"Before I left, I told him there wasn't a need to pay me. I didn't need his money to fall in love with you, my Kitten." He said soothingly, his voice deep and seductive.
I bit my lip and smiled. "You." I simply said.
"What?" He laughed.
"Nothing. Just, you in general. Absolutely, perfectly, wonderfully you." I said before kissing him. I then shuffled under the covers and lay my head on his chest and soon fell asleep.
James Moriarty is a beautiful man.
A beautiful man, made just for me.
God had made this man perfectly.
No doubt about it.
He's everything I need.
I love him.
Forever.
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COME.AND.PLAY ~Chapter Two~ (James Moriarty FanFiction)*Completed*
أدب الهواة*May not follow real storyline* *May contain adult material or suggestive content* Magnussen is dead. Sherlock and Moriarty are alive. Somehow the dead have switched places with the living. She doesn't really know what's good for her. Things just...
