Amanda
I walked around the condo that James had purchased.
James had already fully stocked it with groceries and toiletries. He had also moved my items from the hotel. Well, he had already had Mike do it.
Who does this? I thought out loud.
“Who does what Amanda?”
“Stop it, James.”
“Stop what, Amanda?”
“That stalking thing that you do.”
“Never going to happen, girl. Who does what, Amanda?”
“Who buys an apartment for his girlfriend and stocks it with everything that she needs.”
James stalked backing me into the wall. He raised my hands over my head and held them with one of his hands by my wrists. He was nuzzling in my hair and chewing up and don’t my neck, “You are not my girlfriend.”
“What am I, then?”
“You are my property Amanda and I won’t be satisfied until you divorce that other man and take my name.”
“I’m not marrying you James, and I am no one’s property.”
“Shut up, I want to christen that bed over there.”
“Go home James and let me get settled in, I can stay here alone tonight.”
“You sneaky little bitch, what are you up to?”
“Nothing.”
“Liar!”
I could feel his hand knotting in my hair as he stared down on me, “Why did he have to look so good?”
“I need to call John, James.”
“No! I’m not going anywhere. In fact you are going home with me.”
He pulled me through the adjoining door.
Shit, I’ll have to wait. I sure don’t want to deal with James watching over my shoulder while I talk to him.
James
James felt very good about the ground that he had gained this week. Having Amanda under the same roof was a big step in the right direction. He now held the purse strings to the company ‘Images’ too, and after all, any good business man knows that he who holds the bank account; rules the world. Yes, it had been a very productive week.
Chapter Fif teen
James
It was Saturday night and I had a burr in my ass knowing that my woman was going to have to go and shoot TV in the morning with her husband.
I had pinned her down on the bed and I was right in her face interrogating her.
“Are you going to fuck him, Amanda? Tell me,” I growled. “Are you going to fuck him?”
The thought of that guy touching my woman infuriated me. I could literally feel my blood boiling.
I had stripped her down and was rough fucking her, grinding into her as hard as I could. I sunk my teeth into a breast and felt my cock jump when she screamed out. I knew that I shouldn’t be taking it out on her; but I was pissed.
I couldn’t remember ever being in this much of a jealous rage over any woman. What was it about Amanda that made me so crazy?
I pounded into her mercilessly, as she turned into a weakened puddle beneath me.
‘I’m fucking your brains out! You’re mine! You’re mine! Mine, mine, mine!”
I relentlessly fucked her as hard as I could, until I finally unloaded into her.
I fell off of her staring at the ceiling and she rolled over sobbing and cried herself to sleep. I knew that I should feel bad, but I felt nothing but anger. I hated John Hendricks; but no matter how badly I hated him, it wasn’t right for me to take it out on her.
I pulled her close to me as I listened to her breathing become steady due to sleep and I petted her hair feeling badly about taking my resentment towards John out on her.
I had to find a way to get her away from him; before somebody got hurt; or worse yet killed.
Amanda
I sat at my makeup table getting ready and ignored James’s glare as he stood in the door way watching. Being in the public eye
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