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"Attract a lot of attention, huh beautiful?" His voice hit me like a wall, absurdly catching me off guard. It was deep, sensual, something any girl (or boy) could melt over. I was sort of speechless, yet trying my best to appe...
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A couple days had passed since our heated kiss that, apparently, James had been pressed about. He had ignored me for the two days, only muttering a couple words here and there about the things that were happening.
The day was rather tedious, only gifting me the distraction of staring at a tensed James who barely uttered a word to me. As a matter of fact, he definitely had regretted our kiss, pushing me to the back of his mind until he selectively wanted to tie himself to me. This was utterly exhausting and repetitive, recalling back to the moment in the kitchen when his strict, stern persona was in place before me.
He had been typing away on his computer, scribbling down a couple notes on his notepad while the extravagant natural backdrop was behind me, catching my eyes for mere seconds. As I worked with him more, he appeared casual towards the breathlessness, almost like he didn't have a care that the view was such a dream.
But I sat there, feeling myself grow more and more sick and tired of the same old routine he drug me into. I wasn't just a doll you can choose when to play with, I wasn't a pup that you could toss the bone to then proceed with a 'go lay down.' No-I couldn't stand to be belittled like that, decreasing my self confidences with question. I didn't deserve that, nor did anyone in that matter.
My tongue subconsciously ran over my teeth in annoyance as he dug his fist into his head, oblivious to my stare. He had been so divulged into his works, having that crease hinted between his plush eyebrows.
I sighed and set my pen on the notepad, leaning back against the sofa pillows. He didn't even bother to pick up his head, only grunting to himself lightly. It was becoming too obvious that I was invisible to him.
Suddenly, a loud ring tone sounded, bouncing off the large windows and echoing around the once silent room. James immediately snapped his eyes to the screen, plucking it up and bringing it to his ear in a mere millisecond.
"Hello," His voice was raspy and low from the lack of words exchanged between us. "...The one off Pavilion?...Right now?...Ok, just give me about thirty."
He ended with a quick goodbye before abruptly standing up from his modern desk and gripping his suit coat from the back of his chair. His eyes stayed directed towards the papers on his desk until he finally peeled them away for a moment to glance towards me.
"I have a meeting at the convention center," He informed, shrugging on the heathered grey coat, "I don't think you will gather anything else today, as I'll probably be out for most of it."
My jaw tensed and my eyes stayed glued to his for a moment longer, as if I was scolding him with my eyes. After a moment, I boldly stood to my feet, slicing a blunt glare in his direction. I didn't utter a word, gripping on my winter coat, and collecting all of my things in my arms.
It was when I made my way towards the door that I retorted under my breath, "Wasn't like I was here anyways."
My feet took me further for a moment, closing the enlarged gap between me and the door until a stern voice demanded, "What was that?"
