All Chapters of The Marriage Game: love in a lie.: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

James.I never knew lingerie shopping included wearing a sexy dress, heel and feet on my dashboard. I knew I was doing myself no good stopping the meeting I had with Tanya to attend to Amara but I had to. For reasons I couldn't tell, I just had to.“Again you didn't have to strip that man of his duties. And I am not your wife yet, we're just engaged.” Amara flashed her fingers before my face and tapped on the ring, “this ring here does not say ‘wife’ and we agreed not to include that so I urge you, dearest mister, to remember that.”I chewed my teeth, “Wife, fiancé? Same thing. You have my ring, that's all that matters.” Nobody dared to touch what's mine and anyone who dared would face the repercussions. Gareth was lucky today, so very lucky. “Where to?” My eyes were fixed steadily on Amara's legs on my dashboard. I was really trying hard to ignore them not because my mind couldn't stop wondering and picturing how it would feel having those legs wrapped around my waist.“The Bou-” Her

James A sickening ghost of a smile played on Sarah’s lips before the mask fell completely away from her face. “That’s what I like about you, Mr. Mckenna, you seem to understand me better than anyone.” She took a fleeting glance at Nicholas who busied himself with reading the label on the champagne bottle. “I’m afraid you’re exaggerating, Mayor. I’m a mere businessman, understanding people is part of the trade.” “Likewise. Understanding my people comes with my job as the mayor. I take my role rather seriously because these people trust me to keep them safe.” A beat of silence. “Especially from people that threaten their safety and wellbeing.” “I’m afraid I don’t understand where you’re driving.” I pinched my temple with my thumb and forefinger, a headache was well on its way. If it wasn’t for the secret I had to keep buried away from everyone, I wouldn’t be entertaining Sarah. Public figure or not. “I’ve met a lot of people during my tenure as Mayor. Respectable figures wh

James The light from the computer screen made my eyes water. I’d thrown myself into work after my meeting with the Mayor. I needed to be prepared for whatever she was going to throw at me. You can only defeat your enemy by knowing them down to the last bit. I rubbed my eyes. At this rate, I was going to completely exhaust myself. My office with the private bathroom has been my home for the past couple of weeks. I gave my personal assistant the job of getting me new clothes from the house. The one time I’d gone home to grab a document from my safe, I hadn’t been able to see Amara. Lord knows what she has been up to. Seeing other men? That thought was not appealing to me. I know I told her I would go to other women for my needs and she had retorted. But I didn’t think she was the type to throw herself at people. Same with me. I might have said those words but I had no desire to be laid up in a stranger’s arms. Not like my business gave any room for guilty pleasures. There wa

AmaraGrowing up in a household where nobody gave a shit about your feelings—or welling, gives you insecurity where you think nobody inherently cares about you.I certainly didn’t expect Mckenna to.I was surprised when he’d come home rushing to me. If anything, I thought he’d ask me to compensate him, or even worse, ask to break the engagement and I’d have to go back to Vincent.The relief that had coursed through my veins when he held me, or the way I’d fit perfectly into his arms. It was like his strong muscles and hands were meant to hold me alone.It would be dramatic to call him my knight in shining armor, but that is what he was. I’ve never felt relief like I did when I saw him charging into the room and hugging me like his life depended on it. If he was upset that I’d entered his room without permission, he didn’t show it. I needed someone at the moment, and being in his room, wearing his clothes, and inhaling his scent made it feel like he was there with me.When I’d freshen

Amara Blame it on the wine, or the irresistible look that danced in James’ eyes—but I needed to have him now. My body craved his touch, and the alcohol had intensified it to the point where it felt unbearable. Like my entire body would combust if he didn’t kiss me. Considering the type of man Mckenna was, I didn’t think him to be a gentle lover. But when his lips touched mine, the pressure was so soft, that I knew I had gotten it all wrong. His hand tightened around my waist, pressing me into him until there was no space between us. He kissed me gently like he was afraid that I would break. I wanted more. I grabbed his hair, my hips grinding against his. I could feel the pressure building in between my things, the need for a release clawing at the remaining restraint that I had. I opened my mouth, granting him total access to me. Our tongues danced together, each stroke a testament to the lust we felt. I tugged his hair, I needed him closer even though we were pressed into each ot