Novels by James Lee

I sat in my office space stunned by what had just transpired in front of me. Jordan had indifferently told me that he wanted me to be his fiancee. The very same Jordan who had enjoyed those years of mocking the fat old me in high school; he's got some nerves, he told me, looking at me like he was doing me a favor. He expected me to fall at his feet in gratitude.A thousand thoughts ran through my head, making it spin like crazy. I didn't know if I was more shocked or amused by his audacity, he had grown into a handsome young man, but his arrogance hadn’t changed a bit. And yet, here he was asking me whom he'd once dumped to be his fiancee.I had managed to keep my calm as he made mention of it because I wouldn't want to ruin any of my plans. But internally, a storm was brewing, and I barely held back my laugh. He surely had no idea who he was dealing with now. I was no longer that insecure fat girl, desperate for his attention, I no longer tremble under his gaze. I am a different pers

Elena's POV I woke up early the next morning feeling the weight of yesterday's event. I barely managed to drag myself out of bed. I reached for my phone on the bed stand, scrolling through it hoping for a distraction from the previous night. A missed call notification from Amy popped up. I had left her at the club yesterday without a word and completely forgot to call her.I quickly dialed her number, and she picked it up almost immediately.“Hey,“ I said immediately she answered.Hey!” She responded, her voice immediately lighting up though still carrying a hint of concern. ”Where did you go last night, El?” She asked.“I just had a bad headache; needed to go home,” I replied. I couldn't tell her the main reason. How was I supposed to tell her that she was all over the man who broke me years ago? “You should have told me at least, El, I was worried sick." Her voice was thick with worry. “I know, I'm sorry,“ I said, feeling guilty. I didn't mean to just leave her alone, but I coul

Jordan's PovAs I stepped out of the skyscraper, heading towards my car, I was interrupted by a call from my father. He rarely called unless it was something important.“Hello," I waited to hear his voice from the other end.“Hello, how are you doing?” He asked, his voice strained before a violent cough followed. He was drinking again.I could never understand his drinking habits; it was obviously shortening his already old life. For some reason, whenever I asked, he'd say some shit about having no will to live. With the extent of his influence and wealth, it was hard to believe that was the case. But I couldn't care less. “You sound off. Is everything okay?” I asked.“Well, there are some things we have to discuss; I'll need you home, but you can be rest assured that it's nothing to do with my health,” he replied. He knew me too well, I wasn't going to ask about his drinking habits; I had my own share in it. “Alright,” I replied curtly before hanging up and turning on the car engin

Elena's PovAs I undressed in my room, a twisted smile appeared as I couldn't believe the turn of events.Jordan Storm was now my boss, and I was working directly with him, which meant that I would be seeing him every day and not just seeing him, but I would have the perfect opportunity to put my plans in motion.Every time he spoke, his voice grated on my nerves like fingernails on a chalkboard. His words dripped with arrogance, and his tone was always laced with a subtle mockery that made me feel small. I hated the way he looked at me, his gaze lingering on me with a mixture of disdain and amusement. My anger towards Jordan was a palpable force, a living, breathing thing that pulsed through my veins like venom. I resent him for who he was, for the way he made me feel, and for the pain he caused me. I planned to go to bed right away, but just as I was about to lie down, my phone rang. I jolted up, remembering the receptionist had said earlier that she would reach out and inform me

Elena's POVThe annual school dance was in full swing, with everyone dancing as the loud music and vibrant light echoed in the background. I stood at the edge of the dance floor, staring at him. Jordan Storm. I was finally going to tell him how I felt despite my nerves; I felt a spark of hope. I clenched my punch cup and finally mustered the courage to approach him. He was surrounded by a group of boys, their laughter echoing despite the loud music. I inhaled deeply, my heart pounding heavily in my chest.“Jordan,” I began, trying to keep my voice steady. “Can I talk to you?”He looked at me, and a wave of surprise spread across his face that quickly turned into something else—amusement. “Sure, Elena. What's up…?” “I've wanted to tell you something... It's just that I've had feelings for you for a while now. I was hoping—”Before I could finish, his expressions changed. His eyes narrowed, and a mocking laugh followed, cutting through the music. “Seriously, you really think someone li