James Goldstein Girlfriend Novels & Stories

I decide to phone him. "Niklaus Jacobs" he says in a deep and low voice Oh, my that sounds so sexy "He-Hello thi-this is Zelina Gold, I don't know if you remember me, but we met for coffee?" I speak "Yes of course I remember you Miss Gold" he says softly "I thought about your offer, and I have many concerns." I say trying to sound as confident as possible could "Okay? Tell me your concerns?" he says "One how would I know that's really your name?" I ask

"We've been together for seven years. You can work out how much of your money I've spent. "If you can't list out what you spent on me, then please pay me back the hundreds of thousands that you owe me. Otherwise, I'll be suing both you and this company of yours." She always talked about how money should not be mentioned when it came to relationships, yet the issue of money was omnipresent between us. She was an heiress in the upper class of Jetland, and everyone thought that she spent lavishly, but she had been spending the money that I had saved up to save my mother's life.

Jay jerks away like someone poured ice water down his back, and I’m left standing there, blinking at Lucas. I should say something. Anything. Instead, I just glare at him, trying to ignore the way my heart feels like it’s attempting parkour in my chest. His friends are behind him, looking equally pissed. Like, what’s their fucking deal? Did they all decide to make my life a collective problem? “You’re… Alpha Lucas, right?” Jay starts, his voice shaking just a little. Lucas doesn’t let him finish. “What the fuck are you doing with my girlfriend?”

I don't know if I still can hold that promise. “I don't care, Emerald. I don't care if you're with Gideon working as his gamma. You're not his girlfriend and there's nothing wrong about approaching you. After all, I was also your ex-husband, and he's aware that I'm winning you back,” James uttered to me.

Esther: “…” She hadn’t thought about it until now — she was wearing thin, see-through pajamas, awkwardly hiding behind Evander. James, who’d been furious, burst out laughing at that. “What are you talking about? I have a girlfriend. Why would I care about her?” “That’s not necessarily true!” Evander had the butler bring down that trench coat while he looked coldly at James and said, “With the way those two look, anyone with eyes can see who’s better-looking.”

Cleo assured her boyfriend in the most comforing and realistic way: by telling him that Gold is not interested in girls. Gold never acted like one. Andrei suspects that the golden boy is still in denial, although it's hard not to conclude that he's not straight especially when the golden boy is literally the only successful artist who hasn't brought a girl to his apartment yet. Not even once. The only girls who have been in his penthouse are Jasmine and Cleo. "Although I'm starting to doubt my relationship with her." Andrei creases his forehead as he sits on the bed, just beside Gold. "She didn't even bother to tell me that she picked you up. Dude, I legit lost my mind for two hours looking

"Her name is Thea Callahan. She said she's a representative of Gold Fashion." The name immediately brought something to mind. Thea Callahan. I remembered her brief encounter at the restaurant a while back, the woman who had come with James, Emma's ex-fiancé. At the time, I hadn't paid much attention to her, but she had certainly seemed fascinated by our introduction, even more so than was reasonable under the circumstances. However, since she was a representative of Gold Fashion, an important partner in our business partnership, I had to be professional. "Okay, let her in," I said, pushing aside my personal concerns. My focus was on business now.

"Yes, woman! Baron Goldman!" The pain in James's face grew worse the more he spoke. He cried out, grimacing. "Calm down. I'll take care of it while you talk," Dorothea said, wincing as she tended to him. "Are you sure about this? Mr. Goldman is one of the most powerful men in Astergrad. Why would he act like that toward some random kid?" "I don't know, and I can't explain it either," James muttered. His voice trembled. "But if that guy turns out to be a VVIP, we're finished. We've already pissed him off."

she said casually, her voice filled with arrogance. Edward was speechless, taken aback. This was the first time someone had challenged him, and it’s a provincial girl at that. Besides, his godfather was Mr. Gold, the owner of La Cresta. He knew that Mr. Gold was infertile and had no children, so there’s no doubt in his mind that the woman was lying. "Oh, so you're the owner's daughter?" Edward asked, testing her to see if she would keep lying. Shiela smiled confidently before answering. "Yes, I'm the owner's daughter. You lost your swagger, didn't you? Your tail is between your legs?"

“Speaking of interesting things, I ran into James at the charity gala last week. You know James, the architect.” “Tall, glasses, always wears a vest?” Karlie asked. “That’s him. Anyway, he saw Nate at the gallery and told me they talked for a bit. James asked him about Alexis—you know, just casually, and Nate said—” She paused for effect. “He said, flatly, ‘She’s not my girlfriend.’” My heart skipped a beat, but I didn’t say anything. I took a sip of my latte. Karlie snorted. “Then why is her Pilates instructor still parking in his driveway at seven AM?”