One condition

“Rosa, wait,” James ran after me, gripping my arm and spinning me towards him.

I stared into his green eyes, wondering how I’d ever mistaken this man for someone that would find it in his heart to love me.

“What is so wrong with me James? After three years, the least you can do is explain that.”

His head fell back as he released a heavy breath. James interlocked his fingers behind his neck muttering curses under his breath, “Nothing. There is nothing wrong with you. It’s me.”

Anger bubbled just beneath my skin, “What an original line that is,” I scoffed, shaking my head in disbelief.

“You don’t understand,” he started, but I cut him off, “Then make me understand.”

His hand found the small of my back as he led us away from Marina’s room and back down to the room we’d been in previously, “Don’t do this.”

James’ voice sounded as if he was pleading with me, but it was too late. I’d made up my mind the moment he walked back into that room and suggested I was simply the help and e