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| A London Extra; A Hannah/James Sequel to A French Connection | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: January 9, 2012, 12:42 am (25,107 Views) | |
| Deleted User | February 12, 2012, 1:48 am Post #661 |
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We drove towards San Rafael as if we were heading north to HQ. Instead, James stayed on the freeway and offered me a tricky smile as I wondered where it was we were heading. We drove past two more northern exits before turning off. James drove silently until we reached a large private garage on a lot in an industrial area, similar to HQ. He parked the car and turned to me with a smile. ‘Want to come inside?’ he asked with a grin. My confused face turned to look at the large concrete building behind us. ‘Where are we?’ I asked. ‘I’ll show you’ James said with a grin. He led me to the heavy door that was bolted twice. He lifted the collection of gold keys which always hung from his belt loop and unlocked each padlock. Inside, in the pitch darkness he used the light from his phone to punch the pass code into the security alarm. The heavy door closed behind us with a deathly slam as though we were in jail. We were plunged into terrifying darkness. ‘James?’ I asked nervously. ‘Ready?’ he asked, at the same time as he flicked on the lights. The neon lights took their time to flick on, pulsing like strobe beams for five long seconds before clearly illuminating the objects in the room. Six cars in various stages of repair were laid out in pieces across each area of the garage. They were James’ customs, some were Fords like the cars in the garage at home, and others were vintage trucks yet to be painted and designed to his specifications. ‘So this is my garage where my friends and I work on my cars’ he explained. He led me slowly by the hand around the room, introducing each of their lifeless bodies to me like old friends. The spare parts of their dissected chassis’ lay about in coloured pieces on the floor. The first Ford, James explained, was one of Kirk’s that was getting a facelift. It’s deep rusted green paintwork was being replaced in a neon Frankenstein green. The layers of spray paint were glossy and artistic. ‘So you have lots of guys here working for you?’ I asked. I thought perhaps we were about to re-enact James’ fantasy. ‘They’re all friends of mine—and yes, I pay them all’ he explained. We walked casually towards an object, much smaller than a car which was covered in a heavy white dust-cloth. ‘Close your eyes?’ he spoke gently. I did as I was told. ‘Merry Christmas!’ he said happily. I opened my eyes with the sound of the heavy cover being removed. I gasped in surprise: James had unveiled a vintage Harley Davidson motorbike with the petrol tank emblazoned with a portrait of me with the name ‘Hannah’ below it. It was a sparkling blue, with painted mudguards to match. The leather seat was white and the rest of the bike’s metallic finish gleamed a shiny chrome. ‘Is this for me?’ I asked it complete surprise. James smiled. ‘Absolutely!’ he grinned. ‘It’s awesome huh? Look at the setup on this thing!’ his words trailed off into a technical language I didn’t understand. I couldn’t comprehend how he thought it would be an appropriate gift for me. I had never ridden a motorbike in my life. ‘It’s very beautiful’ I said hopelessly, I could appreciate that his friends had put a lot of time into it, but I was at a loss for what else to say. ‘Did you paint this yourself?’ I asked, admiring my portrait on the bike. ‘No, one of the guys did it from a photo of you’ James explained happily. Somehow, it didn’t feel as personalised as it seemed. ‘Do you want to go for a ride?’ he asked. My face must have told him how terrified I was at the idea. ‘It’s okay, I’ll take you out’ he offered kindly. I nodded, I was too afraid to verbally agree. I watched James loading up the motorbike onto a trailer for us to tow home. ‘I’ll take you up the trail at home’ he said. He realised today was not the best day, I was still exhausted from the flight home. In the car he kissed me warmly. ‘Is everything alright?’ he asked. I wasn’t surprised he was getting an apprehensive vibe from me. ‘I think I’m just tired, James’ I admitted. ‘Barbara has Anthony until 11pm, what do you want to do tonight?’ he asked kindly as we drove home. I knew he could feel our passion dwindling and had a romantic evening planned, but all I could think of was sleep. It even depressed me that now as a mother, I didn’t have the energy to make love to James simply because we could. ‘I’m happy to make you dinner and watch a movie on the couch?’ James offered. I smiled, that sounded wonderful. ‘Can we have a bath afterwards and a massage perhaps?’ I asked. He nodded with a sparkle in his eyes. It had been a very long time since we had spent an evening alone together. After our bath that evening, he led me to bed preparing for the massage I had requested. His nude body enticed me to bed and I grinned warmly, pleased he was in the mood to pleasure me. ‘I’ll just get the massage oil’ he whispered, standing from the bed and disappearing into my wardrobe. He opened my drawer of toys and produced the small clear bottle of lavender scented oil. As he turned, I noticed red marks in the pale white skin on his back. ‘Turn around?’ I asked in observation as he joined me. He did as I asked, not knowing what I saw, and my fingers inspected the sharp red marks that cut into his back: two sets of five on either side of his waist. A few more stray marks pinched at his buttocks. They were raised and slightly pink—and were most certainly recent fingernail marks. Tonight, I was too tired to argue. I rolled onto my stomach for the back massage I so badly needed, and James relaxed my tired body into an easy sleep. |
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| Voxx | February 12, 2012, 2:03 am Post #662 |
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Oh dear. Good for Hannah though, not exploding with anger and yelling and screaming at him. Sleeping on it and taking some time to think about what she wants to say is probably the best thing. Once you start yelling and screaming, you've lost control of the situation and sometimes you say things you don't mean. I feel bad for her (and Fran). The whole situation is totally messed up. I hope she gives him a good piece of her mind when she's ready. But right now, I'm team no one. James doesn't deserve either And her Christmas present...she didn't seem too thrilled. Seemed more like a gift for him than for her. Something he wanted her to have because he likes cars and bikes. I don't exactly see Hannah as a bike person. Just my opinion lol. |
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| Deleted User | February 12, 2012, 2:10 am Post #663 |
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Hannah will confront him soon enough--she wasn't sure about the hairbrush, but she was quite sure that he didn't tidy the children's rooms and change all the sheets, when he didn't even tidy up the mess in the lounge. She is pretty sure that Francesca was here with him too now that she's seen her fingernail marks in his back. She is a mother now, and can't walk out on situations like she could have when she was younger. She's processing what she will say to him, for sure. That's exactly right--she's not a bike person at all. She didn't want to disappoint him by telling him that she didn't like it. She's just wondering how James could have misjudged her so badly. The bike is a gift completely for him. Very selfish, James! |
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| Deleted User | February 12, 2012, 3:26 am Post #664 |
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In the morning he woke me with a nuzzling mouth, and as soon as my eyes opened he rolled on top of me, kissing at my collarbone eagerly, pleased I was awake. ‘Hannah!’ he breathed, he was wasting no time in showing me how aroused he was. We had not had sex last night as he’d planned, instead I had slept deeply back in my familiar bed. ‘Baby, do you want it?’ he begged. He spoke hotly into my left ear. His warm hand did his best to slide between my legs to open them for his torso to slide up and down on me. ‘Mmm?’ I said. I was still waking, I’d have appreciated a good morning from him. ‘Baby?’ he asked again. I knew he only called me that when he was particularly desperate or unsure that I would want sex. ‘Okay’ I complied sleepily. I rolled my face back to sleep on its side on my pillow. His mouth nuzzled me back to consciousness. ‘Darling? I want you to watch me when I fuck you’ he begged. I opened my eyes in annoyance and watched his greedy face as he entered me. His mouth was cocked open, and his frantic groans were emotionless to me—he fucked me like I was there only for his gratification. I reached for my phone on the bedside table, checking the time. ‘Hannah!’ he exclaimed. I was completely disengaged with him this morning. He rolled off me, insulted at my lack of interest. ‘What’s wrong? You’ve been in a terrible mood since you got back!’ he moaned. My mind boiled with fury. ‘You mean, since I realised your wife was here too, and you’ve been fucking her these past two weeks, probably in this very bed?!’ I yelled. James’ face did not deny my accusations, instead, his face drained of colour and he started back at me with guilt. ‘I can’t fucking believe this!’ I yelled. I stood from the bed shouting at him in plain frustration as I had wanted to for weeks. ‘Why was she even here?!’ I yelled. James’ mouth was still gaped open like a useless fish. ‘Tell me, James! NOW!’ I added. ‘We’re divorced Hannah, what does it matter?’ he replied badly. I coughed a spiteful reply. ‘But you slept with her! We’re engaged!’ I emphasised. His face was disbelieving. ‘Of course we are!’ he replied in concern. I knelt on the bed with him, still dizzy from sleep. We were screaming at each other and I had only just woke up. ‘James!’ I cried at his infidelity—I was so hopeful that he wouldn’t romance his ex-wife, but I knew, somehow that he would. ‘You just can’t help yourself!’ I yelled brutally. ‘I want you, Hannah! I want to have a baby with you!’ he cried. He stood from the bed now too, and we yelled at each other standing at opposite sides of the mattress. ‘Why is it always what you want?!’ I screamed. ‘We already have a baby, I don’t have the energy for another child, not right now!’ I explained for the first time. ‘James, I’m not ready yet!’ I cried. His face fell sadly as I knew it would. ‘But, I thought you wanted another baby too?’ he said innocently with a quiet change of voice. He had completely deflated. He returned to the bed staring sadly at my tear stained face. I rejoined him in bed too. ‘No, I don’t want another baby just yet’ I confessed in a sensible voice. We had both forgotten that Anthony was sleeping, he had woken from the sound of our harsh argument. I left James for a moment to collect Anthony from his bed. I brought him to bed with us and James kissed him good morning. Anthony still cried in surprise at how loud our voices had been to him. ‘Well then, perhaps I could legally adopt Anthony as my own?’ James suggested. I paused, blinking long and hard at his greedy, selfish face. ‘No, no.’ I shook my head in disbelief. ‘No!’ I said again sternly, holding my son to my chest. James looked at me as though I was crazed. ‘I won’t have this!’ I said, indignant. ‘Ray is right James, you can’t take everything you want and just make it yours!’ I said fiercely. I tried not to yell to upset Anthony again. I looked at the ring on my trembling left hand that held my son close to my body: I had left the bed now, and held him protectively against my chest, backing away from James in amazement. The ring sparkled like a dangerous foe. Our fantasies had come between us both. I pulled the ring from my finger. ‘I can’t marry you, James’ I revealed. ‘We don’t want the same things—I don’t want you to take over my life, to just assume that I’m yours!’ I cried. ‘You’re a brilliant father!’ I sobbed. I knew James would do far better than Ray could at the moment. ‘I don’t think you really know me!’ I cried honestly. I buried my face into Anthony’s small back. James watched on in horror at my speech, he was paralysed on the bed. ‘I don’t think you love me’ I revealed. ‘You love the idea of loving me, of having us as your new family’ I said. ‘But this isn’t working James, we should be honest’ I finished. My voice wobbled through my tears. He stood from the bed to join me holding Anthony in a crying mess. ‘I’m so sorry, Hannah. I thought you wanted this too’ he breathed sadly. I had known he had genuinely thought he did too. He had wanted to love me, he really had. He offered me a consoling kiss to the forehead as he held me in a long, tight embrace. Our first major fight had also been our last. |
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| jaymzbabe | February 12, 2012, 6:56 am Post #665 |
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Not shocked to say i saw that spilt coming but still Oh james you complete dick, only thinks with one thing
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| Auluna Raie | February 12, 2012, 7:25 am Post #666 |
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Shark-Tastic!
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THIS JUST IN: MASSIVE GREAT WHITE SHARK SEEN CIRCLING IN THE BAY! |
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| Some_Kind_Of_Monster | February 12, 2012, 8:33 am Post #667 |
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☠ (R.I.P) † Return Is Possible †
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I hope this is not over yet with Hannah. I realy don't know what to say about James I don't like him much here Question: Did Fran leave her stuff on purpous? Just to let Hannah know she was there? |
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| CarpeDiemBaby | February 12, 2012, 3:23 pm Post #668 |
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+1!! agree and I think that Fran made it on purpose...did I already say that I'm Fran's team? I don't wanna be mean, but I was expecting this, their discussion. sjkdhksaf seems like James noticed that she was right. I don't know I just know that I WANT MORE!!!
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| Deleted User | February 12, 2012, 3:25 pm Post #669 |
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Yes, she sure did! It's amazing what one little hairbrush can do! Although, it's James' own fault he was too lazy to clean up the house before Hannah got home, or else she might not have noticed!But Hannah couldn't believe James wanted to adopt Anthony as his own--that's what got to her. |
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| Voxx | February 12, 2012, 3:55 pm Post #670 |
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Just like everyone else, I'm not surprised. I just wonder how long it will be before he goes crawling back to Fran... I don't know how I feel. But I'm looking forward to the next update! I also just wanted to say, that I always love the dialogue in your chapters. It always seems so real and natural, not forced or awkward. Love it!
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| Deleted User | February 12, 2012, 5:34 pm Post #671 |
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Thank you! I only use dialogue to say things that can't be written as a narration or portrayed in a thought process by a character. I hate reading novels when everything is said so explicitly: I like giving my readers the chance to come to their own conclusions, rather than just be told. My aim is to have my stories read as though they might be real, even though they are fiction. I think it offers the readers a chance to more realistically believe that what they're reading is plausible. Francesca is smart--she probably expects James to come crawling back to her if anything goes wrong with him and Hannah. You'll see!
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| Deleted User | February 12, 2012, 5:37 pm Post #672 |
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Francesca is very clever, she certainly did leave her hairbrush there on purpose. Just by organising the kids rooms and creating such a contrast between her space and James' (i.e the messy lounge where the boys were) makes it obvious that she was there. Hannah knew straight away that Francesca digging her nails into James was on purpose. She's an expert at these things (cheating without leaving a trace) so she knows Francesca was marking her territory on him!
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| Deleted User | February 12, 2012, 5:38 pm Post #673 |
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I see you with my met-binoculars!
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| Deleted User | February 12, 2012, 5:38 pm Post #674 |
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James is operating pretty selfishly these days!
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| HannahBanana | February 12, 2012, 7:32 pm Post #675 |
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I just gotten caught up and I have to say this is getting really good! Whoa! James is selfish but did Hannah not see this coming? If he cheated on Fran to be with her of course he's gonna do the same to her I didn't see them splitting up though. I just feel really bad about Ray because James does take almost everything away from him. Hannah is right about James in love with the idea of being in love with her, he doesn't genuinely love her. He keeps trying to convince himself that he's soooo in love, when he's not. I can't wait to see what happens next. |
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