James Sexton Audiobook Novels & Stories

“For crying out loud!” The irritation in his voice was acute and, as Audrey fixed her eyes on her hands, she willed herself to calm down. James was a pig of a man and she hated him, but what upset her the most was the knowledge that now, she could never agree to the proposal to work with him and his father and keep Seymour House. Desolation as deep as the sea claimed her and Audrey sat in silent misery as she forced her racing heart to steady. James had jerked to face the dashboard, his hands gripping the steering wheel and his countenance as dark as thunder.

"Dad," Stanley says, his voice barely above a whisper. A mixture of shock and confusion flickers across his face. "What are you doing here?" James smiles, a knowing, almost condescending smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. He strides forward with the confidence of a man accustomed to being in charge, and comes to stand beside Sebastian. "Stanley," James greets, his voice smooth and measured. "I see you've met Sebastian. We've been in touch for some time now, discussing matters that concern both of us—and, by extension, you."

He said that last part through a mouthful of hot bread. “You know, I used to think so highly of you, Tony.” When I looked at James, his face contorted into a look of distaste, my heart skipped a beat and the rhythm never went back to normal. I thought that he was truly disgusted with me and that he only brought me here to tell me face-to-face that I couldn’t see his son anymore and that he didn’t want me around and every other hurtful and homophobic thing my distressed brain could think of in that moment, until he uttered the next words: “But your taste in guys is just…seriously disturbing.”

James walked around the desk and took his seat, the man looked towards the three men standing behind us and when his eyes landed on Sebastian, I thought I saw something. James didn't speak. He studied the man from op to toe, locking his eyes with his. James' eyebrows furrowed and I could tell that he saw the same thing I did, nothing. ”Who are you?” James asked while looking suspiciously at the man. Even he was met with silence. However, I and James deal with silence in different ways. Where I may be patient and understanding, my brother is not. ”If you can't speak then I can't help you. So either talk or scribble it down on paper. If neither of those work for you then-”

Exclaimed James getting out of bed. “Honey, what’s the matter?” A middle-aged woman asked through her sleep on the other side of the bed. “It’s your two dam brats causing problems with Elon Trust. If they are not my death, they are indeed bringing death upon themselves. I need to get to Lotus Suits before they are fish food.” James said, putting his pants on and carrying his shoes out of the room. “You have to save our sons, James! James!” The woman screamed, rushing out of bed and heading out of the room only to see her husband quickly leave the house, not replying to her screams.

If I was going to prove I deserved to be here, I needed to do it alone. *The Skeptics* A waiter passed by with a tray of champagne, but I waved it away. Alcohol dulled edges, and I needed mine razor-sharp tonight. “Aurora Sinclair.” I turned at the voice. A man in his late fifties, graying at the temples but still exuding power like a second skin. James Wexley. Real estate mogul. Investor. And, once upon a time, a close associate of Damian’s. His smile was all politeness, but his eyes held something else. Curiosity. Doubt.

James sat in his cane chair with his eyes closed and feet resting on the table as he listened to the sound of two goats in his backyard, bleating. The goats were gifts from Osinala which arrived very early in the morning before he could say the Lord's Prayer and brush his teeth. He looked forward to another meeting in the village square when he had regained his confidence and was strong enough to defend his cause. He stood up now and walked to the small pile of books he had arranged last night in search of an exemplary text that would fascinate his mind and set him in the right mood. Some weeks ago, he had considered writing a book about his trip to Africa. Unlike all the books he had read,

James said calmly and continued walking to the restaurant of his choice. "James, you are dead meat!" she warned. "Paper tigress," "You... Forget it, ten years revenge is never too late." she muttered. "We'll see!" James laughed. Today, he would celebrate his turning a new leaf, his life being saved and getting a sister. Haha! Author's note: Hello guys. Sorry it took me long to be back. I thought I was dead for sure. Everyone's got secrets; skeletons in their closet including me. I came to know of something called 'Sextortion!'. I was told to pay $1450.

Hearing the terrible information that changed a life forever. "I'll make you a very rich man, James." "Keep your money, I don't need it!" A voice spat back. The distant shadows of two figures, seemingly mere silhouettes in a blinding white light. The two men argued with each other at the door, with a mob of men behind the leader. "I do not need you or your cronies to provide me with your money." "I suggest you reconsider, James. Think of your son." The voice said calmly. He was only around the age of twenty but looked dangerous at that age. "Think of Josh and his well being."

He cackled like a deranged man. Mrs. Audrey walked in right at that moment and witnessed the sight of her son's deranged look, and her hatred for Aria increased. ‘She didn't understand why her son was so obsessed with that tramp. Look at what his obsession had turned him into.’ “James, leave us; I want to talk to my son,” she told James. “Okay, ma'am,” James said and nodded at Jayden before stepping out. Mrs. Audrey waited for James to walk away and made sure no one could hear them before she spoke.