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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 (25,106 Views) | |
| Deleted User | February 12, 2012, 8:16 pm Post #676 |
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Thanks! Yeah, poor James. I didn't want to break them up, I'm sad now too! But they've had a good run, nearly10 months, they really tried to be together. Yes, once a cheater always a cheater! In James' defense, trying to love someone and make something work is much better than being sad, single and lonely. He had to try things with Hannah, or else, he'd have never known.
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| Voxx | February 15, 2012, 7:01 pm Post #677 |
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Some Kind Of Monster
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*Poke* I know we have been spoiled by days of multiple updates, but I do miss this story. And I'm totally selfish!
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| usmcjahusmc8762 | February 15, 2012, 7:30 pm Post #678 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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Just got caught up. I'm indifferent. Haha over all very well written. |
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| Deleted User | February 15, 2012, 11:03 pm Post #679 |
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I'm writing an update right now I just had to think carefully about how to portray what comes next. More up in an hour!
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| Auluna Raie | February 15, 2012, 11:06 pm Post #680 |
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Shark-Tastic!
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I had to put my Shark Suit in the shop! I wore it out lurking around here waiting for an update! I'll be sending you my bill ^_~ |
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| Deleted User | February 15, 2012, 11:08 pm Post #681 |
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I'm a lawyer and I can always send you an even bigger bill! jkI'm sorry you soiled your suit!
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| Auluna Raie | February 15, 2012, 11:22 pm Post #682 |
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Shark-Tastic!
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No wonder we get along! A Lawyer and a Shark!
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| Deleted User | February 15, 2012, 11:23 pm Post #683 |
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| Deleted User | February 15, 2012, 11:36 pm Post #684 |
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‘Please don’t go just yet, please stay for a little while’ James said sadly. A week later, he watched me packing my clothes into my suitcases. 'We don’t have to get married’ he bargained. ‘I’m happy with just having Anthony as our son too’ he admitted. He stood behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. ‘Please, please just stay’ he begged me whispering into my neck. We both looked an Anthony sitting on the floor, playing happily with my high heels which were lined up ready to be packed. He had his small hands inside them crawling around the floor. He had taken an interest in my red patent leather Gucci pumps. ‘James, it’s not just that’ I said. ‘I’m worried about Ray, he needs to see Anthony too. You already have children—Anthony is his only son, Ray needs him in his life to heal, to make changes, just like you needed your family when you came out of rehab’ I explained. This resounded clearly with James, he agreed with honest eyes and a sad nod. ‘So when can I come and see him?’ James asked looking at Anthony sadly. ‘Give us some time, James’ I said. ‘I’m not going straight back home to Ray because he isn’t ready yet—but he does need to see his son’ I explained. It was refreshing to be as open and as honest with James as I now was, now that everything was clear. James seemed to accept that he was going to have little to do with Anthony in the near future. He left my side sadly, and opened his bedside drawer producing the brown leather diary I had seen him writing in so often. I had thought it was his lyric book. He offered it to me silently and I took it slowly. When I opened it in question he explained himself. ‘I have been writing down my thoughts for him’ James confessed emotionally. ‘When he’s older and he understands you can read it to him, or he can read it. I just wanted him to share some of my experiences, and ours with him. I just want him to be the best man he can be’ he confessed emotionally. ‘I wish I had done this for Castor a bit earlier on’ James explained. ‘When I’m on tour and not around I miss things’ he gulped thinking of Cali. ‘I’m writing one for Cali too—for when she starts college next year. At least she’ll be here in the city, or somewhere in California’ he smiled pensively. ‘James! That’s such a fabulous idea, I don’t know what to say!’ I held the diary open in my hands, flicking to the middle, scanning the pages quickly. The words were written in his capitalised black, block styled handwriting: …Your mom is the most generous person I have ever met. She is teaching me how important it is to be loyal to your family. Right now, we’re on the plane, flying to Scotland to see your Daddy. He’s very sick, just like I was once. I know exactly how he feels, but I know that he knows who you are, and that he will find the strength to be a better person because you’re in his life. You’re very lucky Anthony—at the moment you have two fathers, two men that love you and your mom. I know Ray will always be in your life—he’s the most loyal person I have ever known. He is one of my best friends, and I’m sorry if he ever tells you otherwise…. Just remember, we both love you and your mom very much… My face pulled back from his writing. James’ eyes were waiting emotionally for my response. I remembered the exact instance when he was writing this on the plane, he had shared his own history and experiences in rehab with me at that moment. It humbled me to know that he hadn’t been thinking about himself in that moment at all: he had been thinking of Anthony. I wanted to stay with James for his fatherly abilities—he was without doubt more experienced and knowledgeable than Ray, but he was torn, unable to be dedicated to either of our families. He had to choose, and I knew he had a long way to go yet. I had not slept with him since I had given him back the diamond engagement ring. Tonight, he held my body hopefully as he persuaded me to leave my packing until the next day. He cuddled my body close into his in bed. It felt strangely morose to be accepting his affections knowing that in a few days, I would be heading home to London. ‘You don't have to go’ he whispered again. His hand smoothed my bare stomach. ‘Just stay—we don’t ever have to get married’ he begged. His desperate hopes that I might change my mind continued. I sighed, it just wasn’t that simple. ‘But you do, James’ I said. ‘You want to marry me, you want an even bigger family, you want really different things. You’ll be miserable if I never marry you’ I thought out loud. James paused on my wise rhetoric again. His hands stroked my smooth skin under the sheets. ‘Can we make love, one last time?’ he asked. His blue eyes begged me in hope. Even though our futures together were not well matched, I still loved being with him as much as I ever did. It just hurt me that we were only ever able to act out the love that Ray and I had felt for each other. I had seen it too in his eyes—he was only electrified when his kids were around, his life with Francesca had been what had made him truly shine. ‘Just this once’ I winked. He rolled on top of me and surveyed my body with his tender eyes. He reminded me of our first encounter: I read his thoughts. ‘I remember the first day I met you’ he whispered sadly. ‘You were content to sleep beside me without sex—so I knew you’d make someone a perfect wife!’ he kissed teasingly and we both laughed together. |
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| Voxx | February 16, 2012, 12:01 am Post #685 |
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Aw, this was a great chapter. I'm glad that Hannah is seeing things clearly and truly wants to help Ray. I'm glad that she realizes he needs his son and that he didn't do anything to deserve having his son taken away from him. I wonder how Ray will react when he sees that she has come home. And I wonder how long it will take James to go see Fran. |
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| Deleted User | February 16, 2012, 12:12 am Post #686 |
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Well, Hannah's not going home to live with Ray straight away--she's not certain there's a relationship to salvage, but she just wants him to be near Anthony. That's her priority if James is not in their lives for now. And we all know James, he's gonna be on the first flight to Buenos Aires... |
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| Humburto | February 16, 2012, 12:52 am Post #687 |
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Yay, an update. Can't wait for more
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| Deleted User | February 16, 2012, 12:54 am Post #688 |
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I hate breaking them up
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| Deleted User | February 16, 2012, 1:35 am Post #689 |
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James drove the familiar route we had taken so many times to SFO. He still begged me with his eyes and every being of his soul—but I couldn’t accept him. It took us nearly twenty minutes to leave the car as we sat stationary in the carpark. The paparazzi had followed us there to the airport and they surrounded the car. James sighed, turning to smile at Anthony in the backseat. He took my hand and squeezed it long and hard, his eyes watering at the horrible truth that he would have to say goodbye to me at any moment. ‘At least, they will forget you—the paparazzi’ he clarified. ‘I wouldn’t be so sure about the British press!’ I scoffed. ‘But I mean, you and Ray can live a normal life in London if you get back together’ James imagined. ‘You won’t have to live the hell I’m in here…’ he stopped short. I knew he wasn’t referring to the press, he was thinking about living alone again. He leant in to kiss me and I accepted his warm lips. ‘Hannah, I will never stop loving you’ he squeezed my hand even tighter. ‘And Anthony too’ he added after he had swallowed his tears. I nodded, unable to speak. My own tears had spilled quickly down my cheeks. ‘I’m truly sorry things didn’t work out the way we planned, James’ I admitted. He seemed to have accepted this part at least. ‘I know’ he nodded sadly. ‘I had really hoped’ he sighed. ‘I’ve made a trust fund for Anthony’ James revealed. He produced an envelope from his lawyer, the very same who had drafted both our divorce proceedings. ‘It’s more than he’ll need for college, but I want you all to live the life I would have given you had you stayed’ he admitted. I took the letter thinking of my son. I slipped it inside my handbag in the same secure pocket where I hid my client’s cash. I thanked James with another gentle kiss and the camera’s outside whirred and flashed. My hand settled on the car door handle as a jet flew loudly overhead. ‘I’ll miss you so much...’ James kissed again. He hadn’t let go of my hand, he still couldn’t. ‘Walk us to the terminal?’ I gulped. I couldn’t bear to cry openly in front of him. He nodded and we both opened the car doors to the shouts of the paparazzi. James ignored them as we unloaded our luggage from the car. It wouldn’t be long until this made news too: our sullen faces, the tears and my luggage home were more than enough for the paparazzi to deduce a narrative. James carried Anthony in his arms as we walked through the carpark. He paused outside the terminal taking in Anthony’s small face with a loving smile. ‘I’ll come and see you really soon little man, alright?’ he promised Anthony. ‘He’d love that!’ I smiled. Although, James knew I needed time back home before he did. ‘Goodbye, Hannah’ he kissed. I noted the lack of the usual loving confession in his voice. I knew he had told me in the car he would never stop loving me, but now he had kept his honest words to himself from the paparazzi that now surrounded us. I felt like our parting words to each other had been thwarted by the press. They heard everything James had said to me, shouting their goodbyes to Anthony and I as we exited the terminal. I left James to his devices with the sharks. In the sky over the Atlantic, I opened the envelope James had gifted me. Inside, I read the letter to my financial investor which gifted the transfer of $25 million US dollars to a Trust Account for Anthony. Up to $5 million dollars was transferable to Ray and I. I knew James would look after us, but I had not expected a thing. I wondered whether the money was gifted in the hope that Ray might one day forgive James for what he had done, what he had tried to do in taking his family away from him. I still saw through all James’ material possessions and his money, the things he used to pull all the other call girls and women he cheated with at his disposal, but it all meant nothing to me. It was him that I had wanted, but never as Anthony’s only father or as my husband. That role was still Ray’s—I had kept that sacred by not severing our marriage. James had offered me comfort and strength and I had treated him badly like a client. I knew he had seen himself in my former clients’ testimonials in the tabloids. It had rattled him that everything that I had done with him that had seemed so intimate were my best most tried and true moves. I had truly not realised that I was still acting out Belle with him and that it was Ray who got to love Hannah. My greatest mistake had been still treating James like a client—whether he realised it or not. I had been dishonest to him about my role in his life--I had never seen him as my husband. And even though I have given him the chance, still, his weaknesses had overcome him—he had run back to Francesca as I knew he would. Ray’s prophecy had come true: James had hurt me in the end. |
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| Deleted User | February 16, 2012, 1:54 am Post #690 |
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P.S This isn't the end of the story, there's lots more to come!
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But they've had a good run, nearly10 months, they really tried to be together.




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Yay, an update. Can't wait for more

8:42 PM Jul 10