James Phelps Novels & Stories

You know the number to get in touch with me? Nina nodded. ‘Yes. I understand.’ ‘Good girl,’ said Alexis, then using Carrie’s phrase he said, ‘Expect me when you see me.’ James was a smaller man than Alexis, smaller but powerfully built, fit looking, with dark brown hair and grey eyes. It was hard to guess his age, which was probably around the late-thirties. Alexis knew he was a good man and good at his job. ‘I’m sorry I have to drop this on you, Alexis.’

He was a little taken aback by her swing in attitude, but quickly got over it. He and a sophomore named Ryan Phillips turned out to be the best players on the team by far. More often than not, the others looked to the two of them. With Ryan’s strong serves and James’s ability to spike and dig, their team won all three games by the end of class. As he was walking back to the door to leave, the coach pulled him to the side. “James Olympia, right?” the coach asked. “Yes, sir.” “Coach Collins,” the man said, extending a hand to be shaken. “You move pretty good—fast, with a nice vertical. Director Blakeney tells me that you’re looking to try out for lacrosse?”

" James exclaimed as he walked over to his friend. Phil turned around, a big smile on his face, and the two friends hugged each other tightly. "James! It's so great to see you, man!" Phil said as they pulled back to look at each other. James couldn't believe how much Phil had changed. He looked older, of course, but he also looked more mature and confident. "Where have you been all these while?" James asked as they walked over to a quiet corner of the restaurant. "I've been all over the place, to be honest," Phil replied, laughing. "I've been working as a freelance journalist, and I've been traveling all around the world, covering different stories. I just came into town to see my girlfriend

he said, and I nodded. "So why am I only wearing my underwear?" I asked, and he looked uncomfortable. "Well," James said, " You took it off saying how sexy we were and that you wanted us to do you. You told us how long ago you had a real man pump the fuck out of you, and you practically begged us to put you out of your misery," he said, grinning. "What!" I exclaimed, believing he had made that shit up. He raised his palm and shook his head, "Your words, not mine," he said, and I looked at Philip to see if he would give away that James was lying, but the fact that he looked away meant James was telling the truth and I was so ashamed of myself.

He releases his grip on my mouth and forcefully spins me around to face him. This man is nothing like Thomas. His eyes are a deep shade of brown, and a scar runs across one of his eyebrows. His hand is grimy and covered in black grime, slicked back by natural grease, and I can detect the lingering smell of smoke on his breath. I glance over his shoulder and spot Dale standing there, offering me a smile accompanied by a gentle wave of his finger.

Like a baby, he hung on him and cried aloud. “There you are,” James said. “I got you.” James’ entrance with his pack riled the gathering. The photographers tripled their shutters and shots, and the reporters lifted their microphones for his attention. He dominated the event and stole the spotlight. That is James Waldeen. He is known for his excellent media covers and engagements, and being away for years must’ve been hard for his fans. His friends are causing a disruption as well. There was Dribble, the soccer player, Morgan, the actor, and Lucky with his boyfriend, Larozo who had become the country’s sassy prosecutor.

Eric glances at me and shrugs helplessly, “Briana. Focus on footwork, don’t put too much pressure on the arms and chest yet.” James jogs over to me with a happy smile. One that is almost permanently fixed to his face, even when he’s busy striking down his opponents. He’s young, witty and handsome. He has little to be unhappy about. His gray eyes dance merrily, “I’ll take it easy on you my lady,” he teases, dark blond hair flopping into his eyes. “Can you even see through all that?” I ask and his smile widens, “I guess you’ll find out soon enough.”

Phillip laid her on his bed while Ridley stood at the door awkwardly. “What do you want me to do?” He asked. “Get James.” phillip ordered. “And get a damn healer.” “I’m already here.” James said and shot phillip a look as he walked in. “You should have brought her to me.” “Not a chance.” He replied. James shook his head. There was no reasoning with phillip when he was like this but at least he had the sense to get out of the way so that James could examine her.

For some reason, it seems she has been swept away from the earth's surface. “Sir.” James, my P.A., called my attention. I jolted back to reality. I raised my brows lazily to look at him. “I've been here for over five minutes. What's your decision?” He asked. James was not just any P.A.; he was also a friend. We had both attended university together. He is a calm and tactful man, which was one reason I quickly asked him to work for me after colleges offered him more than anyone would. “Well,” I said, straightening and flipping the spreadsheet in front of me. “Well,” I began and paused.

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