บท 37: Present - 17 James

"I am not hers. I would never be hers. She has to deal with it and finally accept it." While sitting in his room and thinking about Regina, he kept saying that to himself. "I can do whatever I want, she can not tell me who to kiss or fuck."

Even though Paul was saying that he still remembered why he did not invite Lisa inside the house or what he was thinking while he rejected her. His eyes never ventured elsewhere to any other woman. Somewhere deep inside himself, he knew that his mind and body exclusively belonged to her now, just her and no other woman.

But he was never going to tell her that. By this even though they had stopped talking to each other like before, they had returned to being master and slave, just as he always wished to see her.

But after a day or two, he started to feel empty. She did not join him for dinner or breakfast. When he went to her room, she hardly looked at her. Even after a few weeks came and went, and he waited for a request for dinner or a trip to the beach, she did not ask for anything.

"Soon she will have enough to buy back her freedom soon." Even though she was not talking to him, she was letting him fuck her all day long like a beast, with a price. The price kept increasing every day and now Paul was sure that she has almost enough to pay him back and get her freedom.

Just one or two more fuck seasons and she would have enough to pay him and after that, she would leave. Thinking that his heart fell into his stomach with a loud thud, making him sick. A distant pain coursed through his heart and his chest. He became anxious.

"Master! Master James has come and waiting for you in the living room." While Paul was lost in his thoughts of how to extort some bucks back from Regina, Sam came and informed him about a guest.

"Has he told why he is here?" Paul asked. He had not expected James to visit him that soon since the last time.

"No Master. Master James did not tell us any such thing. He just asked if you are home or not?"

"Okay. Let's go." Stopping his thoughts about Regina there, he stood up from his chair before getting ready and leaving with Sam.

When he arrived in the living room, a man who looked like he was in his early thirties with a muscular body, black hair, and brown eyes, in a black and grey suit was sitting on one of the couches that were positioned around a glass table on which a bottle of scotch and few glasses were put.

Just as Paul entered the room, he received a cold look from James. James and Paul were what one could consider as business partners but their relationship is more than that. They had not spoken to each other for a long time. Last time they had some argument regarding certain someone whom Paul was thinking about earlier. And seeing him right now, Paul easily guessed that he was still pissed at him for that day.

"So you do have time for family huh…" With a sarcastic smile, James turned towards him and said.

"What do you want James?"

Before answering him, he took a glass, opened the bottle of scotch, and poured some into the glass. While sipping from that glass and without looking at him he then answered. "Vulture doubled his offer for your toy."

"What offer?" He asked even though he had an idea of what he was talking about but he still chose not to believe it.

"Don't play stupid with me. He is willing to pay fifty million dollars now. We would be stupid not to hand her over after this." He gripped his glass with enough force to shatter it. He had already anticipated Paul's answer even before he said it.

"If that is it then you can leave." He was not ready to sell her to anyone. She belonged to him and him alone. Even if someone would offer him a trillion-dollar, he would still not let her go.

Hearing his reply, James slammed his glass down on the table so hard that cracks apeared on the bottom of it.

"I am not leaving just like this, I also risked my life to capture that bitch and you're saying you're the only one who owns her. I'm not getting anything for risking my life? That is bullshit. You're the only one who will decide what to do with her." Shouting that he stood up and glared furiously at him.

"I will pay you that fifty million and you'll never speak about her?"

"What?!"

"I'll give you the money, Vulture has offered and after that, you'll never even think of her"

James was stubborn, just like his sister Emma, but unlike her, he was more money-hungry. Paul knew the only way to persuade James was to give him some money if he wanted him to forget about Regina. If he will not get anything he was never going to let it go.

"Stop thinking with your dick?" James snapped at him.

"Do you want or not?"

Hearing that, there was a look of disbelief on the face of James. He stared at him like he did not know him anymore like this was the first time he had met Paul.

"Are you in love with this woman or something?" After a moment of silence, he quietly asked.

"No." A steady but immediate reply came from Paul.

"Then why the hell you want to keep her? Has she some kind of magic on you?"

"Listen, I am not going to hand her over to anyone. Do you understand?"

"Bu..."

"Now for all your trouble do you want that money or not?"

With a sigh, he shook his head and looked the other way. "No. Just tell me one thing do you still remember my sister or not?"

Suddenly a pain erupted in Paul's heart. He wanted to say, he remembered her every day, every night, every second, and every minute in his life, but that would be lying, not just to James, but also to himself and more importantly to the woman he loved. Even though Emma was dead now, even though she could not hear him anymore, he did not want to lie to her.

The truth was ever since Regina had come into his life, he was thinking of her less and less, he was not giving her space in his mind and heart that he used to give, he felt like he was unconsciously trying to replace her with Regina. Even though it was true he was not ready to accept it.

"It has nothing to do with you."

"Don't you dare, don't you fucking dare to say that again." James snapped. "It was your fault she died. It was you who killed her. If I were there I would have saved her."

"James, don't bring that up again. Don't. Just take the money, and leave." Paul's hands turned in a fist as he tried to control his anger.

"What's wrong huh?" He rose to his feet. "Maybe you have already forgotten Emma, maybe you do not even give a shit about her now. But I can not forget her, I can not forget that the man she loved let her die in front of his eyes, I can not forget that the man who killed her, is still alive, and the who she loved to let him go. I am never going to forget that the man she loved is a piece of shit who cares more about his dick than avenging her."

With his fingernails now digging deep in his upper dermis and almost making it bleed, Paul stood up instantly, and with a heavy voice he spoke, "Don't you fucking dare to say that again. I do not need your certificate telling what she meant to me."

"It is so fucking obvious. She is just to suck your dick and since now you found another one you..."

Bang

Even before James could finish speaking, the table in front of him, broke into pieces with a kick from Paul. His eyes were now burning with rage, his hand shaking strongly. "Say that again and I'll break open your head."

"I can not sleep because her face is in my nightmares. I can not breathe because of the guilt of that day. I can not feel anything but hatred for myself for letting her die. So do not say that again or I'll forget that you are her brother."

"Those are just lies. I would have believed those before but after this... I do not believe you." James' mind was already made up when he saw that Paul was not ready to leave Regina, so now he did not care about anything he said. With repulsion still on his face, he turned and left.