James Wilson X Reader Novels & Stories

- In the living room, Jasper received a call from William, who announced, "I've made up my mind. I want Renee Whitley and nothing else!" Whether it was his masculine need for conquest, or that he had really fallen in love with Renee at first sight and couldn't stop himself, he was refusing money either way. Jasper frowned as he warned, "The resort rakes in over a billion a year. Are you sure about this?" "I am William Xavier," the other man snorted right then. "I don't lack money, and I have no interest in power—those are mere possessions, and I don't want them."

Selena was a tad tired, and she noticed that it was rather late now, so Jameson needed to sleep since he hadn’t fully recovered yet. “No! I want to continue reading. Juniper is asleep, so let’s go to her room silently and get another two books, okay?” Jameson’s eyes shone brightly, the picture books having a firm grip on his attention, especially the few three-dimensional books that had three-dimensional pictures popping up when he flipped the pages open. “Okay.” Selena truly couldn’t bring herself to turn him down, so the two of them crept into Juniper’s room and grabbed a few more picture books.

She was leaning on an Eborisian couch and reading an entertainment magazine. Julian walked over and stopped next to her. He leaned against the back of the couch, and his Adam's apple bobbed seductively. Then, he tilted his head to look at the magazine in her hands. "Why do you like reading this now?" He took it from her and leafed through it. There were even some male supermodels in it. Julian's eyes had that profound deliberativeness in them. Pulling Willow into his arms, he made her rest again on his bent elbow. He wasn't concerned about his appearance. So, he normally didn't hide his arm from view.

Most of them were what I expected—books on strategy, history, a few on Italian mafia politics. And then, tucked on the bottom shelf, almost hidden— "You weren't kidding about these?" I pulled one out, raising an eyebrow. "Really?" "Put that back." "The Duke's Dangerous Desire," I read aloud, grinning. "A Rake's Redemption. The Highlander's Captive Bride—" "Jameson." Her voice was sharp, but I could hear the embarrassment underneath. "Put them back." "I'm not judging," I said, turning to face her. "I'm just surprised. You kill people for a living, but you read romance novels?"

Willow found a quiet ,secluded corner and sat down on the roughly carpeted floor. She cursed under her breath . Just as she placed her head in her hands, James sat across her,crossing his legs on the carpeted floor. He looked fresh as if he had just started the day. His formal pants and shirt was neatly worn, without a single crease. His tie still hung in place , neatly as if it were glued to his shirt. His sleek black hair gelled into an aoat haphazard side path. Willow looked at his fine features,he was indeed attractive.

James walked into his penthouse and headed straight for the reading room where Delilah spent time. Delilah was quietly sitting, reading a book on the balcony. She has no idea about the commotion down there when James humiliated Nicole Schurman on national television. Delilah smiled sweetly at James, who came and approached her. "What are you doing?" James pleasantly asked even though he had seen Delilah holding a book. "I'm reading La Citta di Smeraldo, Mr J," said Delilah. James gave a slightly wider grin and leaned closer to his seat. Then he put one arm on the couch behind her back.

He said to Don Wilson who was smiling at him but he wasn't smiling back cause Wilson is a deceiver. "James,have you considered my request?". Wilson asked standing close to James. "I can't walk for you Wilson, Tyler is my boss and I can't betray him,I have no reason to,betraying him would be the last thing I would ever do". James said. "I will give you more time to think,am a very patient man". Wilson said and walked away before James could say a wthem Don Wilson have always wanted people around Tyler to work for him but most of them refused despite the way Tyler treat them.

My heart pounded in my chest as I leaned closer, straining to hear. The quiet ruffling of papers came to my ear. Then a quiet muttering, James was whispering to himself. "…Jacob won't see it coming…" My breath caught. I caught a glimpse through the space between the doors. James stood over Alexander's desk, going through files in which he had no right to touch. His face was strained, his eyes sharp with focus. He was not looking. He was searching. For what? My blood ran cold as I understood: James was not protecting us. He was scouting for something to take advantage of, for himself.

James was on the living room couch, flipping through the photo album of the charitable foundation's work while Wendell reported, "Chief Bronson, the therapist from earlier was picked up in a Rolls-Royce. The car was Mr. Gray's. "Mr. Romero couldn't find any evidence of him spying in his residence, so he must have had someone outside do his dirty work. Shall we hire a different therapist to oversee Ms. Sinclair's treatment?" James' gaze turned icy as he set the photo album on the coffee table. "Toss that away." Wendell took the album right away. "We'll keep the doctor for now," James said. He didn't want to upset Beverly. Just then, his phone buzzed with a new message. He picked it up and cli

he said. The novel that James wrote is certainly different from Twilight. The love story in the book is given the spice of sex. Different from his novel, which is quite erotic, James is a shy and polite person. When interviewed by Time magazine and asked to read a page from his book, which contains a sex scene with Gray and Ana, James laughed. He was also surprised himself when readers of his novels could recount in detail his writings. "I'm still impressed by the reaction (people) on this book. People tell me the most intimate things. Another woman told me they could orgasm just because of reading this book," said James.